"Will the day of my resurrection be the day of his death?"
Gu Xijiu asked a question that she almost didn't dare to ask.
After asking this sentence, she subconsciously held her breath.
The voice remained silent.
My heart was frozen and my mind was dazed.
It felt like stepping into an ice cave on a cold day, and the blood in my body was almost congealed.
He was talking about Gu Xijiu's current symptoms.
Of course, she doesn't have a body yet, but the feeling is the same She stepped back, almost shrinking her body and melting into the air: "Then why should I be resurrected?
I don't want to be resurrected."
If her life was exchanged for his life, then she would rather not be resurrected "It's not up to you."
The voice was silent for so long, and finally spoke, and the words he said were cruel and ruthless: "Also, his fate is determined, and it has nothing to do with your resurrection.
If you practice hard, maybe You can be resurrected in forty or fifty years.
If you are tired and do not cultivate, you will be resurrected in four or five hundred years.
It will not really change anything.
At most, it will be punished because you have violated God's will."
Gu Xijiu: ""This is the first time she hates God's will so much She closed her eyes slightly and asked again: "What is God's will and who made it?"
The voice chuckled: "Remember what you humans have said, now we know that God's will is ruthless and God's will is fate, your own destiny.
No one can violate it, not even the gods in the upper world, so don't think of anything else. ” Gu Xijiu was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "In God's destiny, is it true that he and I are not destined?"
The voice was silent again.
There really should be no fate.
This fate was forcibly won by that person, so that person also paid a heavy price.
However, that person has forcibly reversed God's will many times, and even escaped from God's destiny several times.
It is almost impossible to control it anymore, and now he is trying to force it back.
"How many years does he have?
Fifty or sixty years?"
Gu Xijiu continued to ask.
Since she will be resurrected in forty or fifty years, he must at least support her until that time.
A country cannot live without a king for a day, so this continent cannot live without a saint for a day either.
The voice sighed softly: "You don't have to think about how many years he has been alive.
You and he will never have the chance to meet again.
You should just think about how to govern the world after resurrection."
Gu Xijiu felt a loud bang in her head, there was no chance of meeting her.
Doesn’t his lifespan even last forty or fifty years?
"How long does he have left?
I just want to know how long he has left."
The voice didn't speak.
Gu Xijiu was extremely flustered: "How long do you think he has left?"
Di Fuyi's pale face and his snow-white hair flashed in her mind, and her hands and feet began to tremble.
Isn't he already in the Five Decline of Heaven and Human?
Her voice was filled with sadness: "If you don't tell me, is it because you don't tell me that not only am I tired of practicing, but even if I am resurrected, I will not do anything and will directly become a demon and destroy the world.
I will keep my word."
The voice seemed to regret having said so much to her, and said coldly: "If you become a demon, you will be punished twice as much."
Gu Xijiu's mind was pounding, and she had given up: "It doesn't matter.
I'm not even afraid of death.
I'm still afraid of your punishment.
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How many years, thirty or forty years does he have left?"
The voice finally sighed: "Not so much."
Gu Xijiu's heart sank again: "You must give me the time to go out and take over in the next twenty or thirty years":