"Ning'er has met the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Concubine." She bowed in a standard manner, with no trace of confusion in her eyes.
This is what Luo Qingchen taught her. No matter how scared she is, her expression should not show any panic.
The calmer you are, the less likely others are to understand your thoughts.
For a long time, there was silence all around. Ning'er's eyebrows relaxed slightly, knowing that she had already succeeded halfway.
"Raise your head—" Di Fanyu spoke slowly, his deep voice carrying irresistible momentum.
Hearing this, Ning'er nodded slightly, her eyes as cold as ice and snow.
At this moment, Yue Bing's heart felt like something was stuck in her throat. She wanted to say something, but it was stuck in her throat and couldn't.
Until, Di Fanyu slowly said: "Concubine Yue Tian, please step aside first!"
She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists tightly, and her fingertips dug into her flesh, forming red marks.
But she knew she had no choice but to leave now. Because Di Fanyu's eyes could no longer tolerate anything except Ning'er.
"Yes. Then I will not disturb the Emperor Tian and Sister Ning'er." She smiled, and the moment she left gracefully, Di Fanyu stood up suddenly and walked in the direction of Ning'er.
The next second, without saying a word, he picked up Ning'er and walked into the inner hall.
She curled her lips and smiled, with a cold look flashing in her eyes. She suddenly understood what Luo Qingchen told her, that only those with a cold enough heart could truly win Di Fanyu's attention.
In the inner hall, the air was filled with the faint smell of sandalwood. Ning'er slowly took off the red gauze draped outside, her eyes calm.
"If I hadn't known who you were in your last life, I would have really thought you were her." Di Fanyu's voice was very exciting, and it had been a thousand years since he heard it.
He changed from a prince to the Emperor of Heaven, but he still dreamed of the blazing Vulcan every once in a while.
Dreaming about her dressed in red, dreaming about her Fire Phoenix Palace, dreaming about when she becomes the Crown Princess...
The fragments of memory are very fragmented, spreading in my mind one by one.
But only today, she suddenly felt that she was very close to him, as if within reach.
"Life comes and goes, it's always like this." Ning'er raised her eyes and said what Luo Qingchen told her: "But there is only one blazing fire god in this world."
After the sound fell, Di Fanyu kissed her almost without hesitation, his hot breath flowing between his lips and teeth.
At this moment, Ning'er couldn't help but tremble, closed her eyes tightly, and responded to his kiss.
What Luo Qingchen told her during the action came to her ears -
"The divine soul is a sacred object in heaven. In order to practice his divine power every day and night, the Emperor of Heaven will naturally place it where he sleeps. I will give you the powder in the golden sachet, and you can sense the location of the divine soul."
The golden powder was exchanged for 1,000 points in the system mall. As for why she could only ask Ning'er to help with this operation and could not go by herself, it was because a flower fairy of her level was not qualified to enter the Supreme Palace.
She closed her eyes. The clothes on her body had been torn to pieces, but she held the brocade bag at her waist tightly.
Until, with a flash of golden light, the spirit appeared in front of her.
Ning'er grabbed the soul without hesitation, sprinkled the golden powder in the brocade bag towards Di Fanyu, and then rushed out of the Supreme Palace.
She tightly held the glowing red soul, gritted her teeth, and ran towards the place where she met Luo Qingchen.
For some reason, she felt extremely calm at this moment. So what about life, so what about death
She could live or die, but she no longer wanted to live like an ant. (To be continued)