"Xiao Yang, you're back," Xiao Bai was gnawing on the spirit grass in the backyard, seeing Xin Yang from a distance, and happily turning back into her body and ran to her: "How about it, did you learn this time."
Xin Yang entangled two index fingers and shook his head silently.
Xiao Bai realized that she was a little depressed, and tentatively said: "Xiao Yang, what's the matter with you, is it... scolded by your superior?"
Xin Yang still shook his head and said in a low voice: "Master is discussing matters with Lord Goddess, let me come back first."
Seeing her face was wrong, Xiao Bai knelt down and said, "Xiao Yang, are you unhappy?"
Xin Yang's long eyelashes blinked, she was not unhappy, but her heart was like a block of stone, a little dull.
Master always taught her to be kind to others and not to be malicious, so even if Princess Green Sang treats her like that, she doesn't care.
She hadn't cared about the birthday banquet for a long time. If Master wanted to let Princess Green Sang go, she would definitely agree, but today, Master didn't ask her opinion at all.
She could see clearly at that time that the Emperor and the Queen of Heaven also interceded, but the Master refused, but the Lord Goddess released Princess Green Sang privately without the consent of the Master. Not only was the Master not angry, but she easily agreed to Lord Goddess' request !
It turns out that the Lord Goddess is so different from others in Master's heart?
Thinking of this, Xin Yang couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable, although she didn't know what she was suffering.
"Buzzing..." Suddenly the dust whip on her waist trembled, and flew out with a "swish", playing tricks in the air for two times, and finally returned to Xin Yang and nudged her roundly. Cheeks.
Xin Yang felt soft in her heart, raised a smile and got up to hold Pochen.
This is the magic weapon that Master gave her, and it is most connected with her, no matter what, she can always be with Master.
Hmm... She must work hard to cultivate into an immortal body as soon as possible!
Thinking about this, Xin Yang regained his fighting spirit, cheered up for herself, and then took out the mental method that had been worn through the cover again, and squatted her back.
Xiao Bai looked at her changes with a confused face, Xiao Yang is so strange today...
On the other side, only Yao Yin and Luo Hua remained in the huge Luochen Hall.
Yao Yin stood at the corner near the gate. Even though this was the furthest position from Luohua in the entire hall, she still couldn't stop the fear that surged in her heart.
This fear, like a maggot attached to the bone, penetrated into the spinal cord, like a huge shadow that made her panic all day long.
Especially when I was alone with him, the feeling became stronger, spreading all over the body like a tide, and it was so hard that she could not breathe.
It was clear that she had such a moon-like face, but she was forcibly transformed into the most terrifying demon in the world, and she could never find the initial throbbing.
"I don't know why the lord is looking for the little god?" Yao Yin suppressed his fear and said as calmly as possible.
"Take your things back first."
Yao Yin didn't dare to look at him, but he didn't act according to his words.
When Luo Hua saw this, his brows were darkened, and his black eyes stared at her: "Yaoyao, have you ever used the Kunlun magic mirror."
Yaoyin's eyelids twitched fiercely: "No."
"No?" Luo Hua got up and walked around the desk to walk towards her, but Yao Yin subconsciously stepped back like a sting, and almost fell out of the hall.
Luo Hua suddenly stopped his steps, and his expression that was still mild turned into an unspeakable coldness, and the hall fell into unspeakable depression for a while.
"Since you are so afraid of me, how dare you lie to me." His white robe was slightly floating, his clothes draped lightly, and he walked towards her step by step: "It is recorded in "The Ancient Scrolls-Goddess Clan" that if you activate the ancient forbidden technique, you can use it. Kunlun Mirror goes back to the past and reverses the future. So, is your effort used here."
Yaoyin looked at the figure that was getting closer and could no longer restrain the panic in his heart. He turned around and wanted to run away.
However, the next moment, he fell into his arms like a whirlpool, and he pinched her chin, his eyes were like torches: "Where do you think you can run."
Yaoyin was forced to look at him, his eyes filled with endless panic and begging: "My lord, you let me go, I also saved your life, didn't you, you should pay me back, you, you I will clean up from now on, I..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw him suddenly raise her hand, her palms slowly covered her eyes, and then, his breath poured down, his cold lips pressed against the corners of her dry mouth, and then she was grinding desperately. The bite is like finding an outlet for catharsis, and the deep anger accumulated over the past few days is finally released at this moment.
There was darkness in front of Yao Yin, desperately trying to struggle, but his body was not controlled at all, his mind was dull for a while, and his consciousness became heavier...
I don't know how long it took, but a deep groan seemed to pass through my ear:
"Yao Yao, don't look at me like that."
Moon Palace
Qingli and Mo Yue were sitting opposite each other. On the jade plate, the black and white chess pieces were densely intertwined.
"Didn't you say that you are not free." Mo Yue twisted a sunspot and fell, not forgetting to feed the little lion who was obediently open a mouthful of fragments of the fairy artifact.
Qingli looked at the interaction of one person and one lion on the opposite side, and averted his gaze lightly: "Has the ancient scroll returned?"
Mo Yue raised her eyes: "I know you are thinking about this," she said with a wave of her wide sleeves, and several volumes of ancient books glowing with yellowish light flashed in front of Qingli's eyes: "Only part of it was returned. You can take it first. Right."
Qing Li accepted it unceremoniously, paused, and then said: "Did the day pass by you?"
Mo Yue raised her eyebrows: "She also went to find you?"
Qing Li stopped talking, the answer was obvious. Mo Yue chuckled. The Emperor of Heaven was able to make a good calculation. He repeatedly told the Lord that he would also teach classes last time. Isn't it just reminding them that they should also be more conscious? Take this muddy water.
He has always believed in such things as cultivating immortals and asking questions. It mainly depends on talents. As the saying goes, hits sometimes come by themselves, and hits can never be forced. The destiny of the stars and the reincarnation of the heavens are originally destined in the dark, if not strong. How can the external force of China easily change?
The guidance of an expert is just to speed up the pace of cultivation.
Mo Yue looked at Qingli and said with a serious face: "You don't have to care about the Queen of Heaven. If you don't want to go, no one can force you."
With their status, even if they are honorable, they must be treated a little bit thin.
"I know." During the conversation, Qing Li dropped a white child: "Mo Yue, what do you think... Goddess Yaoyin?"
"God Yaoyin?" Mo Yue curled up her lips with interest: "What do I think of her?"
Qing Li only glanced at him, and said coldly: "I mean fate."
Because of the spirit gathering cauldron, he has recently been carefully considering the conditions that Yao Yin mentioned on that day, and there is nothing excessive. In his eyes, the value of the gathering spirit cauldron is far more than that, but what he doesn't understand is, Why did she deliberately set a period of two hundred years? Did she know that she would have a catastrophe in the next two hundred years?
"What do you want her to do?" Mo Yue calmed down the cub that was waiting to be fed, and continued to ask.
Qingli expressionlessly blocked his retreat on the chessboard: "When have you been so nosy?"
Mo Yue squinted her eyes, Xing Mi said, "To tell you the truth, you have a relationship with her."
Qingli's fingertips paused: "Be specific."
Mo Yue shook her head: "I can't say enough. As for her fate, I haven't fully seen her life."
To be precise, there have been too many variables recently, such as Mo Shi, Qingli, and Yao Yin.
There is also a master and apprentice. He could not penetrate the fate of the master, but recently he always sees some vague pictures-Xuanyuan Divine Sword, white clothes stained with blood...
The noble apprentice is even more uncertain. A descendant of Nuwa who is full of evil spirits, even if he is protected by the noble, may not be completely safe...
Mo Yue curled her eyebrows slightly, and waited until the silver moon disc came out. Although he could observe the secrets of the sky, he could not go against the sky. Moreover, the matter of fate was originally wonderful. Once there have been variables, it will be even more difficult in the future. Measurement.
"It's your turn." Qing Li suddenly said, Mo Yue only then recovered, looked at the chessboard, but saw that Baizi's advantage was fully displayed, and he was in a state of encirclement and suppression.
Mo Yue condensed her eyebrows for a while, and did not hesitate to drop a sunspot: "Qingli, let me say a word, everything is too late, so is love."
Qingli raised his eyes: "Why did you mention this again?" He had said similar words several times in the recent past.
"Just talk casually," Mo Yue glanced at him: "I still remember your infatuation back then."
Qing Li snorted: "Your memory is too good."
Facing his sarcasm, Mo Yue didn't get annoyed, and only chuckled lightly: "I have seen your ghost look, where I dare to forget it easily."
At that time, Qingli's love catastrophe was really shocking to see him.
At that time, Tiandao gave a clear statement. He followed the clues to find this person. The first time he met was when he broke into the Demon Realm Wangchuan by himself in a mere mortal body:
The young man wore a crow green robes, his body was covered with blood stains, his eyes were like a falcon, cold as frost, carrying the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, slaughtering all the monsters in Sichuan...
"You are about to lose." Qing Li didn't refute, but said coldly.
"That's not necessarily." Mo Yue followed the little lion's golden hair, and said: "If this plate is a tie, please give me some fairy tools. Mo Shi has a big appetite."
Qingli's expression didn't make any waves: "No."
"Ohhhhh..." the little lion cried aggrievedly.
Mo Yue patted its head: "What anxious, watch how I beat him."
Yaoyin was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, she fully witnessed the life and death sadomasochism between Luohua and Xin Yang. The difference is that in the end, Luohua took the initiative to kiss her- -Slowly take out the blood of her heart while kissing.
He looked at her unbelievable eyes like that, gentle like a spring breeze, and drenched like a drizzle.
The plain and slender fingers were stained with scarlet blood, but his face was full of compassion: "Yaoyao, Xiao Yang's soul is hurt and must return to the position of God."
"Yao Yao, I'm sorry."
"..."
With a splitting headache, Yao Yin suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was in the Palace of Falling Dust.
Yaoyin frowned, why is she in Luochen Palace?
She remembered that after Lu Sang apologized, Luo Hua left her behind, saying that she had something to discuss with her, and then mentioned the Kunlun Magic Mirror, and then... she was scared and passed out?
Yao Yin finally stood up straight. How scared was she to Luo Hua, and even if he said something, she could faint?
"Yaoyao," Zhengwu thought to himself, a familiar voice suddenly heard from outside the temple, and his heartbeat was lost for a moment. He raised his head suddenly, and saw the man at the door eaves holding a blue and white jade bowl, standing against the light:
"Is it better?" He stepped in, as gentle as he dreamed.
Yaoyin subconsciously protected his heart, and moved backward two steps: "Zun Shang."
Luo Hua stagnated and put the jade bowl on the case table: "Yao Yao, come over and drink medicine."
She stood there stiffly: "My lord, it's time for the little god to return to Yingluan Courtyard."
Luo Hua nodded faintly: "Well, let's go back after drinking."
Yao Yin trembled, and finally raised his hand and absorbed the jade bowl from the air, without looking at the dark concoction, he drank it with his head up.
"Sir, the little god says goodbye."
She drank without a drop, put down the bowl, and hurriedly walked out avoiding him, but when she was about to leave, she was caught by her wrist.
"You don't want to talk about the Kunlun Mirror, and I won't force you, but Yao Yao, do you have to be so strange to me?"
Yao Yin wanted to withdraw his hand, and his face was as pale as paper: "Honoring the noble as a god is naturally different from me."
There was a moment of silence in the air. After a long time, Luo Hua slowly said, "Are you still angry about Xiao Yang?"
That day, Huaqing Wonderland, it was his fault that she could not save her the first time. He saw her hurt, and his pain was no less than hers. Because of Xiao Yang, they had a cold war for many years, but now she is seriously injured. In the body, how can you be so self-willed?
Xiao Yang is his apprentice. She is his wife who has a yin and yang twin. He will protect both of them well, but why is she so afraid of him?
With such horrified eyes, he never wanted to see it in her eyes again.
"No." Yaoyin replied decisively: "The little god has said long ago that the little god is not qualified to handle matters related to the honour and the order."
She paused for a while, and then said: "The little god just hopes to release the yin and yang twin contract with the deity as soon as possible. After all, with this contract one day, I and the deity need to bear the name of a husband and wife, and be a pair of immortals who live and die together. , Just as the lord said, the little god has lost his mana now, and if he encounters any danger in the future, he is afraid it will hurt him."
Although Luohua's cultivation base may not be affected much, but the impact is definitely influential.
There was a weird silence all around, Luo Hua's eyebrows were condensed, and her face was closed slightly: "You really... do you think so?"
Yaoyin held her breath, her wrists being tightened tighter and tighter, she forcibly resisted the fear that surged in her heart, and raised her eyes to meet his ink-colored pupils: "Every word, no words, no words."
There are no words, no words... Luohua's eyes are faintly red, and an unknown emotion is gradually growing and spreading, and his pain is eroding his bones, making him almost want to escape.
The strength on his wrist suddenly loosened, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had moved to the entrance of the hall, his back was slender, standing with his hands behind him, and his voice was as cold as a moonlight:
"When will you explain the Kunlun Jing matter clearly, and when will you come to talk to me again."