The reason why Hange took the first step was because he was worried that the sun god was really unwilling to help. After arriving at Donghuang Mountain and explaining his intention, the sun god refused. The reason was the same as Qianhua: "It's such a boring game, the ghost king still has to deal with it." Juniors, let’s go play together, don’t make Tianjun angry or hurt Qianhua.”
"Is Dongjun also afraid of hurting Huahua?"
"Guijun, don't mess around. If old Guijun was still alive, he would definitely not be able to bear to see you being such a dandy and unteachable!"
"Why do you all talk the same way as Mo Yunye? My father is no longer a scumbag. Even if he is sad, he doesn't have the heart to feel pain..."
"It's evil, it's evil!" Hange's unscrupulous words made the sun god feel really angry. He thought to himself that he had given birth to a reasonably well-behaved daughter. If he had a child like this, he would be angry to death.
Hange continued to use his clever words, kindness and power at the same time: "Dongjun, at least give me a face. If you believe that Tianjun loves Huahua deeply, you are not afraid that we can use his dream to give it a try! But if Dongjun doesn't agree, I will have to give him a try." The fact that Huahua is just a reflection of the Flower God will be revealed to the world, and then we will see how the Heavenly Lord reacts and how the Demon Lord acts."
"You, how did you know this?" Hearing this, Rishen was shocked, betraying his pretense of calmness, and stared at Hange speechless.
Hange laughed, his peach blossom eyes narrowed into a cunning line, and he shot sharply: "I knew that the only person in the world who clearly knows what Huahua is... is you, Dongjun! You are the one who created it. You took Huahua and pushed her to where she is today, but there will always be someone who will help you uncover the truth bit by bit!" After Hange finished speaking, he apologized to Qianhua in his heart. It was really hard to describe where she was. Holy, the word "thing" really doesn't sound good, but on the other hand, he secretly admired that he really had the potential to be a bad guy. These words made Rishen blush and fidget. After hesitating for a long time, he regained his composure and had no choice but to compromise: "That's alright. , I helped Guijun make this dream come true. Whether the outcome is good or bad, please Guijun let go and let Qianhua and Tianjun, the bitter couple, finally get married, right?"
When Hange heard this, he smiled sadly: "Dongjun still insists on his own opinion, thinking that Tianjun will not let Huahua down, then, let's see you in our dreams!"
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In the small garden of Donghuang Mountain, Luo Qianhua once cultivated here for five hundred years, and finally transformed from an ordinary hedgehog into an ordinary elf. Now, she once again lies on the small soft bed where she has slept for five hundred years. Qianhua didn't feel like she was home at all. A sense of loss and confusion hit her heart. Just as she was about to get up and refuse to fall asleep, Huan Lansha's smiling face came up to her: "Lie down and don't move. Aren't you thinking of Tianjun in your heart? Wait. We can meet each other in our dreams!"
Qianhua saw through the curtain that on the couch in the outer hall, the sun god had cooperated with him to lie down quietly and fall asleep obediently. She really didn't know what kind of medicine Hange fed him, and the instigator was trying to occupy his small bed, which was not spacious enough. With a playful smile, he teased: "Huahua can't sleep? Don't worry, Lanlan can add more incense, and I can hold you to sleep."
"Get down! Get down here!" Qianhua jumped away from Hange and lay down on her back holding a pillow, "I'm just dreaming, don't try to bully me!"
The incense in Huan Lansha's hand is like the nine tails of a cat demon, swaying like mist, surrounding herself and sinking into the bottomless dream lake -
At the end of the dream, Mo Yunye was dressed in ivory brocade and satin, standing tall and tall, looking back with clear eyes, the fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow in the warm jade, unable to see through the sorrow and joy, only indifferent tranquility.
Was he always so calm and calm in his dreams? (To be continued)