xuan long's back disappeared from sight, and a silver-clad god general appeared on the side of yan iris. the jade steps connected to the sky, except for the clouds, it was clear that they could not see, yan iris was still watching, he asked the people around him.
"what did he say?"
"he said he was happy." kitachi told him with telephony.
yan yi didn't say a word for a long time, and just when beichi thought he wouldn't open his mouth again, yan yi murmured to that side, "joy is good... he rejoiced. "
"he rejoiced... and i rejoiced. "
isn't that the best ending?
without warning, yan yi spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his body trembled slightly, and he habitually covered his lips with the back of his hand, trying to suppress the cough, but he couldn't control it at all.
just like his love for xuan long, and his hatred for himself, he couldn't control it.
blood beads landed on the jade ground in bunches, and yan yi's hands were stained red with blood flowing from his mouth, and even his pale eyebrows were splashed with blood.
"emperor!" kitachi held on to his shaky body.
the wound in front of him that spanned from the chest to the abdomen was obviously cracked, and a large lump of bright red oozed out from the front of the white placket, and the swallow felt very painful and painful.
when xuan long was pregnant, he was imprisoned by himself and tortured, whipped with a whip, and pinched ten fingers with a slug... it must have hurt much more than he did.
the more painful the flesh, the more painful it became in yan yi's heart.
"nothing..." after relaxing, yan yi gently pushed away the support of the divine soldier and walked forward vainly.
"he said he wanted to see ah zhi, and i sent ah zhi to meet him..."
"emperor, go back to the palace." beichi flashing was blocking in front of yan yi, worried.
"on the fifteenth day of the next month, you will marry a new queen, and if the demons refuse to hand over, there will be a great war between the gods and demons, and you need to cultivate your body well."
"your injuries..."
yan yi listened to the clouds in the mist: "when did i say that i was going to marry a new queen?" "
beichi was silent: "the spirit god king has been preparing for the big wedding recently. "
yan yi slowly raised his eyebrows, and after he returned from the realm of nuwa, he fell into a coma after handing over the six heavenly fruits to the spirit of theo, and did not wake up until last night, and no one told him about it.
"go to the temple of the clouds."
there were divine soldiers outside the temple, and yan yi ordered them to retreat and go straight into the temple door.
behind the platinum desk, the spirit god king struck a light blue robe, half a bundle of long hair fell a little on the side of the body, his left hand supported the forehead horn, in his right hand holding a cowhide ancient book looking, i don't know what he saw, his face was solemn, and the two long eyebrows similar to yan iris were wrinkled very tightly.
hearing the movement, the spirit god king looked up at the people who had come and disillusioned with the books in his hands: "... iris? "
"how did you get up?" his gaze moved down from yan iris's pale face to touch several large clumps of scarlet on his white coat, and his long eyebrows that had just stretched frowned and whispered,. "
yu ling flashed to yan yi's body, raised his hand to pick up his clothes to check the injury, yan yi clasped his thin wrist, and his voice was extremely dumb.
"queen mother."
the spirit sensed something was wrong and looked up at him.
"i've just broken up with apo."
yan yi's eyes hung low, blocking the emotions in it, but the pathos that pervaded him were clear. the two people who originally loved each other, because of the miss of the first life, the lack of the heavenly path, they wanted to miss the eternal life, how could they not be painful...
"it's so fast." "
"i set him free."
"i also want to set myself free."
"queen mother, i won't marry a new queen, i can't do it." yan yi lifted her eyelids, revealing a pair of red peach blossom eyes.
the spirit immediately understood the intention of the bird.
he knew that yan yi was already in pain enough, so he was not angry about it, and looked at the other party peacefully.
"before going to the mortal world to collect souls, we agreed that after saving xuan long, you would marry the zhiyu immortal jun."
yan yi really thought so at the beginning, as long as xuan long could come back, he would be willing to do whatever he wanted. however, when xuan long really appeared in front of him alive, he found that he could not go against his heart at all.
even if he was not qualified to be with xuan long now...
"i thought i could do it, but letting him go was the limit of what i could do... i couldn't fall in love with anyone anymore. "
"queen mother, you love your father and emperor deeply, and you understand me, right?"
"if one day the father is gone, will you make another contract with someone else?"
"of course not." trailing spirit frowns. "how can you compare these two things?"
yan yi was silent for a long time.
"in my opinion, it's all the same."
"how can it be the same?" there was anger in the eyes of the spirit, "before you go to the mortal world to collect souls, i will watch the heavens at night to calculate your astrology, and the purple heaven yuan star is getting dimmer and dimmer, but it is the face of the heavenly punishment coming, if you don't marry the jade immortal, how to resolve the heavenly punishment?" "
"you're going to die!"
unmoved, yan yi smiled low with a beautiful eyebrow, "if that is really providence... let me fall. "
"i owe apo so much... heavenly dao punished me as well, and i was willing to do so. "
yu ling has loved yan yi since he was a child, taking him around to play around, getting along not like father and son, but like the same age, where willing to beat and scold him, but at this time he could not hold back, anger from the heart, raised his hand and slapped it over.
"bastard!"
the bird was beaten over the head, and its overwhitish skin quickly turned red, leaving clear finger prints. he covered his lips and coughed twice, coughing up a lot of blood.
disregarding his own life in this way, the spirit was dizzy by yan yiqi, which reminded him that he was seriously injured and had not healed, and the numbness of his palm involved the pain in his heart, and his momentum weakened.
"iris... the father did not mean it. "
he snorted, his trembling fingers touching yan iris's face, "does it hurt so much... so i asked the healer to come. "
yan yi let the trailing spirit touch and smiled, "... i'm sorry baby. "
"if something really happens in the future, ah zhi will trouble you and your father... if he likes to follow apo, ask apo to take him with him. "
"it was a child he had given birth to desperately, and he must be very happy to be able to keep him around."