To see Su Mu, it was like a dream to Su Xiao.
Yes, he also misses Su Ye in his heart, but for Su Mu, he has more guilt and remorse as a father.
After a long time, the sleeping person finally slowly opened his eyes.
When her gaze turned, Su Xiao's "Xiaomu" sound seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it no matter what.
Su Mu gradually revealed a smile, "Father."
Su Xiao froze all over.
Although she was smiling, there was neither sadness nor joy in her eyes, and she could not see any emotion that belonged to her.
Immediately afterwards, she asked again: "Where's Xiaobai?"
"He..." Su Xiao paused, "The Merry King is fine."
That is to say, he is still alive.
Su Mu sat up from the bed, her face was still very pale, she raised one of her hands, and after a long while, a small flame appeared in her palm, "Recover the identity of a god, my divine power It really is that weak."
"Don't worry, if you practice hard, you will always catch up with your previous cultivation."
The flame in Su Mu's hand went out, she put down her hand, and looked at her father in a blink of an eye, Su Xiao seemed to be hesitant to speak, he seemed to have too much to say, but he didn't know where to start, she smiled easily, "Father, I'm fine. In the dozen or so lifetimes in the mortal world, no matter what kind of person I became, my parents in the mortal world treated me very well."
It's just that she always dies early because of the man she fell in love with.
She has memories of each of the previous seventeen lives, but every time she arrives in a new world, she thinks that she just bid farewell to No. 38 and came to the first world.
She still remembers everything.
Su Xiao opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. There was too much guilt hidden in his expression.
Since Su Mu has memories of every life, she still remembers seventeen emotional injuries and seventeen deaths.
Su Xiao could understand why the Emperor of Heaven didn't choose to seal Su Mu's memory. Her body was too fragile. Even if she became a new god, she couldn't bear the burden of all her memories bursting out one day after sealing her memory. irreversible damage to come.
Even if he understood, Su Xiao really hated that emperor in his heart, of course, he hated himself even more.
He is a useless father, Su Mu has done nothing wrong, but he can't protect his innocent daughter.
Su Mu suddenly asked again: "Xiaobai was locked up by him, right?"
"Yes..." Su Xiao nodded, and hurriedly said: "Xiaomu, don't..."
"I know." Su Mu smiled, "With my strength, it is impossible to save him from his grasp."
Di Jun is a proud god, he will not lock up Xiaobai just to abuse him in prison every day, Su Mu knows that Xiaobai is still alive, that's good.
God's days are very long, and one day he will find a chance to get out of here.
but…
This Dijun is not the Dijun in her memory.
Su Mu slowly raised her hand to cover her heart, where she hid something.
It was the blood-stained hairpin.
At this moment, her mind fell into a blank, Xiaobai, Wen Qing, the different men who appeared in the seventeenth century... She couldn't figure out who she really liked, and who she should like.
Seeing her fall into silence, Su Xiao hesitated for a long time, but still said: "Xiao Nuo, she...is fine too."