411: C411 100 Years in Jail

C411 100 Years in Jail

Who's in love? What does it have to do with you?

Bai Yi wanted to throw this sentence directly onto Zhiyan's face, but he knew Zhiyan's temper was useless...

The indifference on Zhiyan's face was the clarity that he had seen before.

In his life, he had never seen someone with such a clear mind. It was as simple as a clear lake water that could see the bottom.

The world should give such a simple person a place to live alone. This messy and complicated world was not suitable for someone like Zhiyan.

His idea was very simple. He did not have that much selfish thoughts.

If his friend was in trouble, he would save him!

Within his ability, he would do what he wanted to do and protect the people he wanted to protect.

Thinking of this, Bai Yi suddenly could not say anything. He knew that he had no reason to convince Zhiyan.

Other than being useless and furious, he could not do anything else at this time.

"I'm only asking you, do you know how long a hundred years is? You don't have any concept, do you? You've only lived for a few decades? The key is that you've wasted a hundred years! Who knows how many years you can live for? What if you die inside?"

Zhiyan smiled faintly." I am in the magic artifact and have no desires. How can I get sick? Besides, I am going to cultivate and not do anything else. Time passes naturally very quickly."

Before Zhiyan could finish speaking, Peng Qingran stepped forward and stood in front of Zhiyan. "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes. To you, it is only more than ten days. It does not matter."

"Is that so? That's why you only considered me... and the Tianji Pavilion... But you didn't consider yourself, did you? "

Peng Xingran's eyes were filled with tears, but his expression was cold.

Zhiyan was slightly stunned, and his eyes were clear. "Ran Er... a hundred years is not a long time for me. It can only be considered a challenge. I hope I can hold on."

Peng Xinran frowned and said with a sobbing voice, "Hold on... How can you persevere? You can't even leave this place! "

" It's not as exaggerated as you think. The cultivation technique of Tianji Pavilion had always been focused on calming one's mind and resting one's mind. I seldom feel the flow of time. A hundred years is not a long time for me. When the time is up, I will naturally come out. Don't worry."

Zhiyan said and stood up. He gently pulled Peng Qingran's hand.

Peng Qingran's tears rolled down her face.

Bai Yi looked very worried and muttered, "You, you think it's for our good, but who would appreciate it? How sad would you be if you did this? How uncomfortable are we! "

" It's only been ten days, what's so good about it... "

"Over ten days! It's more than ten days for us! But when we think about how you've been suffering here for over a hundred years... What's the feeling in our hearts?"

Bai Yi could not help but shout and grab Zhiyan's shoulder. She faced him and said, "And why can't you understand what I'm saying? It's meaningless for you to do this! Regardless of whether Divine Lord comes or not, your cultivation base... It's just a waste! It's meaningless! Do you understand what I'm saying? You've wasted a hundred years of your time for meaningless things. Let us be your friends, so worried about you... You are simply inhumane! "

Bai Yi angrily shook Zhiyan's shoulder and kept talking.

Zhiyan also felt that it was strange. He pushed Bai Yi's hand away with annoyance. "Why are you so angry? The one who did not understand what she said was obviously you. I have already made up my mind, don't say anymore! It is only a hundred years, to cultivators, it is not a waste. If they can't even hold on for such a short period of time, how can they continue to cultivate? Divine Lord has been cultivating in the First Layer for thousands of years."

" You! Fine! I can't beat you, let me go! Go practice on your own!"

I can't say it... I can't say it! Why!

Bai Yi was so angry that her hair was standing on end. She suddenly let go of Zhiyan's hand and fiercely pulled Zhiyan back. She turned around and left the hall.

For the whole night, Bai Yi was so angry that she could not sleep. Although he understood her temperament, he could not understand why...2

A hundred years, was that a joke?

Although the lifespan of the cultivator could be as long as the sky, the length of time was here!

If one did not do anything, just cultivating was equivalent to meditating and self-studying. Just sitting for 45 minutes was already enough to kill someone.

Zhiyan wanted to meditate and cultivate for a hundred years inside!

He didn't want to do anything anymore! He just wanted to meditate and cultivate! My god, just thinking about it makes me feel extreme pain!

Isn't this equivalent to going to jail? To be in jail for a hundred years!

Even going to jail is better than this! At the very least, in prison, there were still fellow prisoners who could chat about Tian'er and do mandatory labor. It required energy and physical strength. At the very least, there was still time to eat, go to the toilet, and take a shower! But what about in this magical artifact? Apart from meditating, he also meditated and sat down!

Bai Yi could not continue to think about it.

Every second of thinking, there seemed to be tens of thousands of silver needles stabbing into Bai Yi's heart.

But who could persuade Zhiyan?

In the end, why did Zhiyan do this? Was it to protect Divine Lord's face? To protect his own sect? Defend his own organization?

If the Tianji Pavilion was a company, then the cohesiveness of this company was too strong.

The loyalty of the company's employees was so high.

If this was in modern society, it would definitely be the top 100 in the world.

Who exactly was Divine Lord? How could he make Yan be so willing to him? It really made people curious and hate him!

After thinking for the whole night, he still could not understand why Zhiyan would do such a thing. Early in the morning the next day, when Bai Yi appeared in the hall, she heard Peng Qingran say that Zhiyan had already begun his seclusion.

There was not even one last chance to stop him. Bai Yi angrily used her hands to smash the table and scolded, "This poker face! One tendon! Stubborn brain! Was his brain made of wood? Why didn't you stop him?"

Peng Qingran's eyes were slightly swollen and a strange blush appeared on her stoic face. It was as if she had not slept well all night. "Why did he do this... He has his own reasons, but I don't know either. Why is he so determined this time!? Thinking about it, perhaps it was because King of Myriad Spirits posed too much of a threat to the Tianji Pavilion. Maybe this is really a huge crisis..."

" What kind of crisis is it? Is it the end of Tianji Pavilion? Or is it the end of First Layer? Even if the sky fell, there was still a tall man standing there. He was wasting his time like this, it was simply... No way! You have to tell me where he uses this magical artifact. I'll go and get it out! " Bai Yi said and was about to rush out the door.

Brother, even if I pull hard, I have to stop him from harming himself!

"This magic artifact cannot be opened from the outside." Peng Qingran revealed a bitter smile. "Let him be... This is his own choice."

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