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The first thing that catches the eye is an unmistakably handsome profile face.

It was a young man, dressed in white, like a jade tree blowing in the wind, with buds in the snow.

A person who is not stained by the mortal world and is like an immortal.

But the sky is full, his pupils are dark and cold, and there is a coldness with murderous intent in them. He must have just come off the battlefield of attacking the demons and has not yet fully adjusted.

In short, he was a slender young man with a contradictory temperament.

That is Immortal Lord Lingwu.

Everyone in the Immortal Courtyard who was quietly exploring at this moment called the existence of the God of War.

But this is not what surprises Zhouze. What makes Zhouze unbelievable is the similarity between the other party and Wei Bai, not only in voice, but also in appearance and temperament.

To put it bluntly, it can be said that it is nothing.

But how is this possible?

Could it be that this was not a specific dream that only gods would have, but just a meaningless dream that came up in his mind?

Zhouze was puzzled and could only continue to watch.

Because he simply couldn't leave this dream.

It was as if someone was casting a spell to force him to stay in this dream and let him watch all this...

Zhou Ze's face was filled with seriousness and concentration without realizing it.

He saw the existence facing Immortal Lord Lingwu in the main hall - that is, the Immortal Emperor. After hearing these words, his solemn and solemn eyebrows sank slightly and he did not say a word.

The Empress, who was sitting slightly shorter next to the Immortal Emperor, came out in time to reply: "Lingwu, you know that his soul is gone, how do you want me and the Immortal Emperor to repay you?"

The empress's tone was gentle, but it also contained pressure, as if she wanted Lingwu to retreat in spite of the difficulties.

But Immortal Lord Lingwu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were extremely firm and fierce, and his attitude was also unyielding.

"Immortal Emperor, Empress, I know you have a way. The only thing I want now is this. Please grant it."

Lingwu finished his words.

There was first a low inhalation sound, and then there was a long silence, dead silence.

Zhouze noticed that even the immortals outside the hall began to be worried and whispering.

"Should I say that he is worthy of being the Immortal Lord Lingwu... He is the only one who dares to have such a tough attitude in front of the Immortal Emperor and the Empress."

"That's right, but for whom is Immortal Lord Lingwu fighting so hard? That person's soul is gone, how can he force it?"

"Yeah, hey."

"What you don't know is that a hundred years ago, there was only one who could keep pace with the current Immortal Lord Lingwu. The two came in and out together, and their relationship was particularly close.

But I don't know what happened later. The man's mind was damaged and he was seriously injured in a battle with the Kuei tribe. Immortal Lord Lingwu went crazy and massacred the entire Kuei clan in one night. As a result, the Kuai clan, which was once prosperous, is now in depression and decline, and their number is still small. "

"There is such a thing! Could it be that that person is Lingwu Immortal Lord's sweetheart? She must be a peerless beauty, right?"

"No." The man pretended to be mysterious for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice again, "He is an Immortal Lord with a particularly gentle and gentle temperament. That Immortal Lord was transformed into a cat demon and ascended through Taoism."

The second half of this sentence immediately caused everyone to scream in low exclamation.

"Oh my god! There are demon cultivators who can cultivate to this level?"

"Awesome! This isn't the most powerful thing about that Immortal Lord. The most amazing thing is that he can cultivate to the point where he is as good as the Lingwu Immortal Lord who comes from the orthodox Immortal Sect. Do you think he is stronger or not? "

"Strong, too strong, this is like changing your fate against the will of heaven!"

Zhouze was listening silently in the corner. When he heard this, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: He is really so powerful!

But he had never heard of this incident. Could it be that he entered the Immortal Court too late, so he didn't hear such wonderful past events of the Immortal Court?

Zhouze didn't have time to think too much when he heard another voice in the hall.

The Immortal Emperor finally spoke.

His voice was deep and heavy, carrying supreme pressure, "Lingwu, of course there is a way, but are you really willing to do it?"

"The Immortal Emperor just said it doesn't matter."

Lingwu is neither humble nor arrogant.

The Immortal Emperor became even colder when he saw this.

"It's okay if he comes back, but can you take his place and annihilate the world forever?"

The emperor exclaimed and stopped him: "Immortal Emperor! This is absolutely impossible!"

When the emperor and empress came out, all the immortals in the palace knelt down, "The immortal emperor must not do this!"

Lingwu is the well-deserved God of War in the Immortal Court. With him, there will be eternal peace, but now he is asked to destroy himself. How is this allowed? !

But Lingwu ignored all the voices and agreed without hesitation: "I do."

……

Zhouze woke up suddenly, his whole body covered in sweat.

He knew full well that this wasn't a nightmare.

But why did he dream about a group of people he didn't even know? The dream was so clear, as if everything in the dream was happening before his eyes.

Zhouze sat on the bed, breathing heavily.

Then he was gently patted on the back, and then pulled into an embrace that made him feel more at ease.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you."

Wei Bai's low coaxing gave Zhouze the greatest relief.

Zhouze hugged the other person tightly, closed his eyes and buried himself in Wei Bai's chest, listening to the vivid heartbeat, and then slowly, bit by bit, he regained his composure.

Just now in his dream, when he heard the Immortal Lord Lingwu uttering the two words "I wish" without hesitation, Zhouze's heart felt like he was being grabbed and squeezed tightly by a pair of big cold hands, oozing out boundless pain.

Zhouze didn't know why he had such violent emotions because of a stranger.

In the end, he attributed it to the fact that perhaps the Immortal Lord Lingwu was somewhat similar to Wei Bai, and he was afraid that Wei Bai would lose his soul.

This makes sense.

After persuading himself in this way, Zhouze ordered himself to put all this behind him.

Because he was covered in sweat, Wei Bai took him for a brief shower and changed into a set of pajamas.

Zhouze saw Wei Bai staring at him deeply, thinking that the other party had desire, and swallowed nervously. Just as he was about to speak, Wei Bai pulled him into his arms forcefully.

For a moment, Zhou Ze was stunned. He inexplicably felt Wei Bai's emotions at this moment.

Is that... distressing?

Wei Bai's voice was low, as if he was apologetic, "I will always be with you, Zhou Bao, so don't have anything to worry about."

Zhou Ze's heart felt hot, he nodded seriously and responded seriously: "I know, I will always be with you, Wei Bai."

Wei Bai heard this and hugged him tighter, silently for a long time.

Zhouze didn't know that he had been holding his hand tightly since he fell asleep, but Weibai woke up at that time and stayed with him, holding his hand until he woke up.

Wei Bai couldn't read anything.

In the past, his first reaction would have been anger at losing control of all this, but this time, he was filled with heartache and sadness.

He thought that this soft emotion was also given to him by Zhouze.