"I'll go see him. Where is the Jingshifang?" Lian asked leisurely.
Patriarch Zhang patted the crying Guo Xiaole and said, "Xiaole, stop crying. Go and lead the way, be good."
"Yeah." Guo Xiaole wiped away his sad tears. He was a demon and he knew that humans could not live forever, but he still could not accept the fact that Patriarch Zhang was about to die.
"Sister, come with me." Xiaole said with a choked voice, and led Lianyouyou out.
Patriarch Zhang and the others still did not dare to show too much joy. Having been here for too long and having tasted the bitterness of despair, they did not dare to believe in hope for a moment.
Lian Youyou followed Xiaole out and happened to meet Lin Tingjun who came to see her. Xiaole saw another unfamiliar person and showed sympathy: "Hey... another one."
Lian Youyou smiled and patted his shoulder: "You are also my man." After that, Lian Youyou went to Lin Tingjun and said: "Have you found the energy source?" Finding the energy source is something that only the gods can do, because even ordinary immortals may not be able to recognize the energy source, let alone humans and monsters.
Lin Tingjun looked at her, then at the young eunuch behind her, and smiled faintly: "Have you found the people from the Old Nine Gates?"
"Well, that's Guo Xiaole. There are four people in total. They have been trapped here for hundreds of years. It's like being in prison. It's pitiful." Lian Youyou showed a trace of sympathy.
Lin Tingjun looked at the little eunuch again, and Guo Xiaole saluted him.
Lin Tingjun retracted his gaze and looked at Lian Youyou: "I haven't found the energy source yet, so I came back to find you. Since I'm here, I don't want any other man to be with you before me." Lin Tingjun showed Lian Youyou a doting smile.
Lian glanced at him for a while, lowered her eyes and smiled: "Who said that they wanted me to be the main god and let me win people over with my charm?"
"Uh..." Lin Tingjun raised his head slightly, as if recalling something, "Yeah, who said that?"
Lian Youyou smiled secretly in her heart, but it was also a little sweet. Seeing that Lin Tingjun finally got jealous of her, she finally felt a taste of human love in him. Otherwise, his generosity made her always feel that there was a lack of love between them.
As a god, she would not doubt that Lin Tingjun did not love him, but she still hoped that Lin Tingjun could love her like an ordinary person, using the love of an ordinary person, such as being upset and jealous like Fu Mingrui.
"Where are you going now?" Lin Tingjun changed the subject.
Lian Youyou looked at Guo Xiaole: "Xiaole, continue to lead the way."
"Hey." Guo Xiaole continued to lead the way obediently, taking Lian Youyou and Lin Tingjun to walk on the path against the wall, with bright pink peaches in full bloom on the outside.
"That idiot Duanmu Qingchen came in, was caught, and then castrated." Lian Youyou put her hands behind her back, shook her head and sighed, "Do you think this guy is doing something evil?"
"What?" Lin Tingjun's expression also became stiff, with a smile frozen on his face, "No, no way, was he castrated?"
"Yes. Ziweixing was castrated. Tsk tsk tsk." Lian Youyou couldn't help laughing as she spoke. A warm spring breeze blew through the peach forest, and the pink petals fluttered slowly, like a flock of butterflies flying over Lian Youyou, and a few of them playfully landed in Lian Youyou's hair.
"Wait." Lin Tingjun gently held Lian Youyou's arm and pulled her body. He stood in front of her and raised his hand to gently pick off the pink butterflies.
Lian Youyou stood in front of Lin Tingjun's chest and smiled faintly. Other people's love is to fall in love first and then become relatives. But they started directly from being relatives and then slowly fell in love.
Supporting each other is their norm, but unforgettable memories are what they lack.
"Privately, of course I'll be jealous..." Lin Tingjun said calmly while carefully picking the petals from Lian Youyou's hair, "But for public, I've thought about it for three thousand years, and I haven't found a better way than that..." Lin Tingjun frowned slightly and sighed deeply. He withdrew his hand, collected the petals picked from Lian Youyou's hair in his palm, and sniffed them gently. In just a moment, these petals were also stained with the unique fragrance of Lian Youyou.
Lian Youyou rolled her eyes at him and turned forward: "Then you can tie me to that seat of gods and I will never be able to escape, right?" Lian Youyou smiled gently. Everyone in the Nine Realms wanted to get that seat, but only those who were in that seat would understand that seat was not supreme and could not do whatever they wanted, but a real prison chair.
Lin Tingjun pursed his lips silently, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, and wrapped the petals that were stained with the lingering fragrance of lotus into the handkerchief.
Lian walked in silence for a while, raised her head, and sighed softly: "Personally, I really want to escape... But publicly..."
Lin Tingjun raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, with a trace of confusion and guilt in his eyes. As a man who loved her, he had to put such a heavy burden on her. He couldn't bear it, but for the sake of the entire star field, he had to do it.
“Oh…” Lian Youyou let out a long sigh, then turned around and laughed proudly, “It seems that within the Nine Realms, there is no one more powerful than me who can be the main god, hahahaha—” Lian Youyou turned around and laughed loudly, but that laughter was like a sharp sword piercing into Lin Tingjun’s heart, making him suffer in deep guilt.
He breathed a sigh of relief with a stuffy chest. He knew that Lian Youyou was smiling at him, not wanting him to blame himself too much. After all, he really seemed to be throwing away the responsibility, throwing all the problems to Lian Youyou. But in the God's Domain, there is no male superiority and female inferiority, only the capable are the king.
Lian Youyou was created by the Creation Clan, and her divine power is infinite, stronger than other first-generation true gods. She is the main god, leading the Nine Realms God Clan, and it is natural. Even his father god has the same intention.
But he still loves her...
He walked forward and smiled faintly again: "Have you noticed that being here gives me a sense of leisure time?" Lin Tingjun looked relaxed.
Lian Youyou lowered her eyes and smiled: "Yes..." She came to save people, but Duanmu Qingchen was in that condition. If she rescued him now, he would be a useless person. It would not only affect the succession of the Qian Dynasty, but also the entire history afterwards. The entire history would be completely changed because Duanmu Qingchen became a eunuch.
For example, the current change is the throne of the Qian Dynasty. It was originally inherited by Duanmu Qingchen, but now he is a eunuch, how can he inherit the throne? Therefore, the throne must be inherited by the third prince Duanmu Jinhong.
Therefore, Lian Youyou was not in a hurry now. She had to wait for the time here to restart so that Duanmu Qingchen could leave intact. Moreover, he probably didn't want to leave this tragic and painful memory.
"Actually, there is no conflict between being the Lord God and being Lian Youyou. The dimension of the world below is low, and the dimension of the world above is high. We can use this dimension difference to adjust." Lin Tingjun looked at Lian Youyou with a smile, "When you are tired, come down and be Lian Youyou, and do it as long as you want. When you are tired of being Lian Youyou, you can go up and chop the monsters and kill the demon gods, killing two birds with one stone." Lin Tingjun described the profession of being the Lord God as a way to vent. (To be continued)