Qianhua opened her sleepy eyes, still confused as to where she was. She slept so deeply that she didn't even have a dream. Maybe she was too excited before going to bed, jumping around like crazy, and even took the poor devil to task. The servant girl was so injured that she fell into a deep sleep without waking up.
If you don't wake up, just don't wake up, Qianhua thought to herself, it's better than opening her eyes and facing a pair of angry eyes!
Qianhua struggled to get up, while Nan Liyueben sat on the head of the bed. Seeing this, he moved away without leaving a trace and retreated to the table. A pair of thin, cool eyes still glared at her aggressively: he opened his lips and rebuked coldly: " Are you looking for death by taking medicine randomly?"
Qianhua was startled, and her chaotic thoughts gradually became clearer, and then a fire that was more powerful than Nan Liyue's anger quickly ignited in her heart: "Is it a sin to be emotional?"
"What?"
"Who are you Yaofang? Why did you cause her to suffer from illnesses for thousands of years just for your own selfish desires?"
"Sure enough, you learned something from that bitch's mouth."
"Why did you hide the flower god's soul secretly for a thousand years?" Qianhua staggered down from the bed, walked to Nan Liyue, faced his coldness with the same aggressive gaze, and sneered mockingly: "You want to spend it?" God is resurrected! Isn’t that right?”
"Yes." Nan Liyue clenched her white teeth and bit out one word, which also broke Qianhua's heart. Then she looked directly at her with stern wolf eyes, ruthless and determined like sharp ice piercing Qianhua's trembling heart. And the guess that I couldn't bear to admit, "That ray of remnant soul was the last glimmer of hope that I jumped off the soul-leaving platform and tried my best to retrieve it. But a thousand years later, it is still just a ray of remnant soul. No matter how strong my demon spirit is, I can't help her to be reborn, unless... you give me your soul."
Qianhua was shocked to find out that it was because she had the soul of the Flower God in her body that Nan Liyue kidnapped her from Mo Yunye again and again and recruited experts everywhere to deconstruct her body. His purpose was similar to that of Mo Yunye. Like Ye, for Luo Qian, for Luo Qian... for Luo Qian!
But that ray of soul belongs to Qianhua himself, not to Luo Qian Flower God! Ever since she traveled to Fushui, that soul she had lost belonged to Qianhua, and it will always be Qianhua's!
Qianhua was suddenly very scared, afraid that she would fall into those unfathomable wolf eyes and never get up again, afraid that he would steal her soul and turn her into a lonely empty shell, so she hurriedly packed up her panic and panicked. And stumbled out of Lenghua Palace...
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Qianhua ran all the way, not crying or making trouble, very calm, very calm...
So calm that there is nothing else to think about except fear and escape.
Qianhua must escape from the demon world, return to the heaven, and return to Mo Yunye. Only the cloud can stop the moon! Only then can you protect yourself!
but if… !
After a pause, Qianhua suddenly fell on the road leading to the Sea of Hopelessness - if, if Mo Yunye knew about the soul hidden in Nan Liyue, would he be like him and want to snatch his own soul and smoke it? How about using your own life to become an old person who should have passed away thousands of years ago
Thinking of this, Qianhua could no longer stand up and collapsed on the sand with tears streaming down her face. Everyone in the world likes the elegance of the flower god, but who cares about a hedgehog who loves to eat caterpillars
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Until, a shadow fell above the head, and Nangong's little comfort came: "Sister Hua, don't cry anymore, will Xiaoxiao take you out of the devil world?"
"Leave?" Qianhua raised her eyes suddenly, glanced at Nangong Xiaoxiao in disbelief, and then backed away in panic, "Leave where? Do you want to take my soul or my life?"
"Sister Hua, where did you think you were?" Nangong Xiaoxiao was very puzzled. The day before, on behalf of Master Yaofang, he asked the Demon Lord when he released Luo Qianhua, but he received an unknown and cold answer from the Demon Lord. Why did he order it now? He personally sent Qianhua away; and Qianhua's behavior was even more abnormal. He was so messed up that he didn't know what he was talking about. He was frightened but it didn't look like he was pretending. "Xiaoxiao is sending Sister Hua back to heaven on the order of the Demon Lord. Sister Hua If you don’t want to, then just stay in the devil world!”
"Go back to heaven? Demon Lord... You Demon Lord... are you willing to let me go back to heaven?" Qianhua staggered up and looked confused.
Xiaoxiao nodded solemnly, until he took practical actions to send the confused Qianhua out of the hopeless sea and into the white clouds, she still encountered a pair of wary eyes staring at him full of hostility: "Xiaoxiao Little! Are you, your family, your family demon, your family demon king...are you really willing to let me go back to heaven?"
"The Nantian Gate is not far away. Xiaoxiao has really reached the end. If Sister Hua still doesn't believe it, why not go back with Xiaoxiao."
"No, no, no, no... Then, will you, your family, your demon, and your demon king come to rob me again?"
"Xiao Xiao doesn't know about this. Sister Hua, please take care of yourself." After finishing speaking, Xiao Xiao turned back to the Demon Realm, leaving Qian Hua alone, being carried by the clouds towards Nantianmen...
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There was no divine foretelling of Qianhua's return to heaven, so when she walked silently into the Hundred Gardens with her head bowed, no one recognized the dejected girl in dirty clothes as the future Queen appointed by the Heavenly Lord.
Stepping in front of the stone statue, she looked up at the peerless elegance that looked exactly like her under the white vines. Qianhua suddenly felt disgusted and went crazy from the bottom of her heart. She was obviously the same size as others, but just because the base was a cloud wrapped with hundreds of flowers, she was superior to others and needed to look up. Why should we humbly look up to an old relationship that should have been abandoned long ago? Qianhua was unwilling to give in, so she pounced on it and pulled off the white vine to see clearly how the proud posture of Luoqian Flower God crushed a weak hedgehog of hers!
But when his fingertips were about to touch the gauze vines, a golden barrier struck back and stung all over his body. He was knocked away and fell to the ground, and the pain was heartbreaking.
"Dare you throw me down? Very good, very good... Let's see how I can give you some color!" Qianhua proclaimed himself as his own deity, but he didn't know what kind of sour and painful deity he was. However, the threatening words were certainly not spoken out of his mouth, and after a while, he He took a bucket of thousand-year-old colored ink from the study room of Baihua Palace, mixed it with bright red, emerald green, jet black, dark blue and other colors, blending into chaotic colors. Then, while his anger was still burning, he raised the bucket and poured it hard. The splash made a white jade elephant instantly colorful and mottled.
In this way, the temporary hatred can be relieved!
Then he threw down the barrel and looked at the masterpiece while crying and laughing, like a madman who was injured but didn't know how to heal. He cried that he could care about a person who had died for a thousand years, and laughed that he could not even care about a person who had passed away for a thousand years. How about... I laughed like this for a long time while shedding tears, and my body was suddenly pulled by a force for a moment, and fell into a generous and warm embrace.
"Stop making trouble, be good... be good." The long-lost warmth like jade floated into her ears, instantly defeating Qianhua's last line of defense. She collapsed limply in that embrace, gradually becoming powerless: "Yun..."
Before Mo Yunye carried Qianhua away from the Baiyuan Garden, he looked at the stone statue that had been splashed with colorful ink with distressed eyes. After a slight hesitation, he still carried Qianhua and went to Yunqi Palace... (To be continued)