In this brief moment, nothing else matters.
The world around him dimmed, and Ye An's mind went blank. He just stared blankly at the woman in front of him, looking at the mark of the sun hidden in her silver bangs, and feeling her warm and soft red lips.
Qi Xi closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Well… "
Inadvertently, she let out a dull, weak gasp.
But they still didn't mean to separate, but held each other's hand tightly.
Ye An's blank thoughts gradually came to his senses.
Staring at the face of Her Majesty the Empress, who was so close at hand.
"Qixi...?"
These two words only reached the lips and were squeezed out in a hazy voice.
Ye An's mouth was still blocked and he couldn't say a word.
At this moment, he suddenly had a guess—
Maybe everything is not as complicated as imagined.
Who stipulates that there can only be one son of destiny
There are always people who will have delusional thoughts... maybe they are the children of luck.
Maybe you are too
Perhaps Qi Xi, as the empress, had already recognized this situation from beginning to end, and had just gone all the way to Beisheng to take herself to Zhongzhou.
Maybe that's it.
Everything was not that bad. The worries about Chen Che and the outcome of Qi Xi's death finally cleared up.
Ye An suddenly felt a lot of strength surge through his body.
He grabbed Qi Xi's wrist suddenly and turned over -
He turned the delicate body of this noble and arrogant empress and pinned it down under him.
A turn of attack.
"What are you doing?"
Qixi frowned slightly, gently pinched Ye An's hand with her slender fingers, and said resentfully:
"It hurts me...!"
Her voice was soft and weak as if she was talking in a dream, and her eyes were staring at Ye An resentfully, with dissatisfaction on her face.
But she didn't wait for more complaints to come out.
The next moment.
It was Ye An's turn to take the initiative and block Qi Xi's red lips.
"Well… !"
Qi Xi's delicate body trembled slightly, and her strange-colored eyes subconsciously showed a hint of surprise.
She tried to push Ye An away, but was pressed tightly by the latter.
They kissed again and the time froze for a long time.
"Enough, enough, that's enough!"
Qixi frowned slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction, and then tilted his head slightly.
She felt like she could hardly breathe.
"Ye An, you are so brave..."
"I am a demigod and the empress of the temple, how can I allow you to be so rude-"
"Woo!"
Before he finished speaking, the warm red lips were blocked again.
Until then.
Qi Xi finally gave up resistance.
"You, you win."
"That's enough... haha."
Her delicate body limply fell to the ground.
Qi Xi's eyes were blurry, and the shiny and mysterious eyes were full of confusion at this moment.
Along with her surrender, Ye An slowly stood up, and his heated thoughts finally calmed down.
Qi Xi's face turned red, his eyes blurred, and he gasped:
"After knowing that you are the son of fate, can you be so rude to me?"
"The Son of Destiny is not above me."
"I can forgive you this time, but I won't do it next time."
She still displayed her arrogant temperament intentionally or unintentionally, but while speaking, her voice was a little floaty.
Immediately, she stretched out her white and soft jade hands and said, "Help me up."
Ye An held hands and helped Qi Xi up.
Immediately he turned his head slightly.
His eyes fell on Chen Che beside him.
It was already a corpse.
The sharp and powerful golden holy spear pierced Chen Che's heart.
Regarding the holy spear, Ye An also knew about it due to his hazy memory of the plot of the original novel.
Weapons made by gods.
It can erase the soul, consciousness and body from the source.
That would definitely kill Chen Che completely, and would not allow him to be reincarnated and meet new opportunities.
"Your Majesty, is what you just said true?"
Watching Chen Che's body turn into ashes bit by bit.
Ye An couldn't help but ask.
Qi Xi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Which sentence?"
Ye An glanced at her and said, "You said I am a child of luck."
Qi Xi was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly: "Idiot."
"Would I still lie to you? Why?"
Immediately, her eyes fell on Chen Che, and she calmly mocked: "He is fake, you are real."
Ye An was slightly confused, "Fake...fake?"
For a moment, his thoughts were a little confused.
A body of pure Yang, the appointed heroine Mu Qingxue, opportunities one after another, and the ever-present presence of Grandpa Chen...
With so many traces, can it be regarded as a fake son of luck
Qi Xi nodded lightly and said calmly, "What else?"
"Do you think... you are special? So special that even the Temple Empress killed the Son of Destiny for you? Why?"
"No one is very important."
"Don't think too much."
She raised her head slightly, raised her hand, and rubbed Ye An's hair.
“…”
Ye An was speechless.
But Qi Xi's expression was indeed much better than before.
"Go do me a favor."
Qi Xi's eyes fell on the altar at the end of the corridor.
There, there was something that interested her greatly.
Qi Xi said: "Help me go to the altar to check the situation. Maybe some rumors about the ancient country came from it."
"By the way, the tree bud planted in the altar must be carefully preserved. Take it back to the temple. It will be useful in the future, so be careful."
She reminded again.
Ye An said in surprise: "Why don't we just go there together?"
Qi Xi looked at him coldly, snorted and said, "Idiot, how can anything be done without the Temple Empress doing it herself? Just do this little thing."
"Besides... I still have to clean up the body of this impostor. I'll be there later."
Ye An and Qi Xi looked at each other, staring at the golden and blood-colored eyes.
Immediately he said: "Your Majesty the Empress..."
"Forget it, just be cool during the day and I'll take care of you when I get back at night."
Perhaps the terrifying gap in realm at this moment prevented him from facing the threat of Qi Xi's realm.
But if it's night.
Turn off the lights at night and look at the sword.
Who can stop him
Qi Xi pursed his lips slightly and responded with a cold snort again.
Then, Ye An turned around and walked quickly towards the altar at the end of the corridor.
The situation inside the altar was somewhat unexpectedly ordinary.
Or very crude.
What is carved on the floor of the altar is still the pattern of a sun totem surrounding an eight-fold star ring.
It seems that the deceased of the ancient country had a considerable obsession with this.
This is a very magical thing.
No matter what means they use, no matter whether the concept of a round sky and a square earth is ambiguous. It's good enough that these people can still do this and question the concept of a round sky and a square earth.
It's a pity that for some reason, the country was destroyed.
But at this moment, Ye An didn't intend to think about these things.
He looked forward and his eyes fell on the tree buds planted behind the altar.
Green and small.
According to Chen Che, it was a branch of the ancient sacred tree Jianmu.
Ye An has the impression that Jianmu is said to be a bridge connecting heaven, humans and gods.
Although he had forgotten the plot of the original novel where Chen Che was involved, Ye An remembered that the original novel did not have the setting of building a sacred tree.
"Why do you care so much..."
"Let's take off this tree bud first."
Ye An rubbed his forehead and put away the messy thoughts.
The container in which the tree buds are grown... is just a flower pot.
Planting trees in flower pots. As a sacred tree, the construction wood is not very picky, maybe it's just because of the branches.
He carefully leaned down and was about to pick up the flower pot.
Suddenly, lines of text came into his eyes.
That's a system message.
Luck status: Divine punishment is in effect!
target:…
"Qixi...?"