The wolf hair was still waving, Qianhua's heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached out to hold it...
At the same time, Mo Yunye, who was waiting outside the gate of Xiyuan, suddenly frowned, expecting something ominous!
After Qianhua held the wolf hair, it lost its power and was no different from ordinary pen and ink. However, the door of the study room was slammed open, and Mo Yunye approached quickly with an angry look on his face: "What are you doing?"
Without waiting for Qianhua's answer, she glared at the trembling pen in her hand and the rippling ink in the inkstone, and shouted angrily: "What did you see?"
Qianhua's heart sank, and she murmured and asked, "Is it... that the informant you planted next to the Demon Lord is here to retaliate?"
"What on earth did you see?" Mo Yunye didn't answer, only repeated word for word. He was really angry. Burning in his anger, there was also fear and uneasiness, trembling and fear.
"I saw you... you have actually been monitoring my every move in the demon world through your informant, right?" Qianhua was also angry. Since he had an informant, why didn't he save himself and let himself stay with a demon for three years? months.
However, the fact that she kept saying "informant" and "informant" showed that she still didn't know who the "informant" was. So after Mo Yunye felt at ease, he calmed down his anger and comforted: "I'm sorry Qianhua, I can't bear to be in trouble." Damou, I just want you to be safe, if something happens to you, I won't let you go!"
"Stop coming!" Qianhua fiercely shook off Mo Yunye's hand that was touching her cheek, and said bitterly, "You have other conspiracies, so you won't care about my life or death! But you use this method to deal with the devil's victory?" If you don't use force, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"
"Then how do you know that Nan Liyue didn't use despicable means to deal with me? Using you to erode my immortal essence with a demon spirit, isn't it fair and aboveboard?" Mo Yunye asked back, narrowing his bright eyes. He poured out his anger, "And how can you conclude that he has never placed a spy around me?"
Qianhua was startled, and suddenly felt that Mo Yunye's eyes at this moment were too sharp, as sharp as a sharp blade that wanted to cut her apart bit by bit, and her slightly trembling questions came out like weak willow catkins: "You... are you doubting me?"
Time is frozen in the moment of heartbreak.
A breath, a petal of a flower falls, a wisp of fragrant soul dissipates... Waiting makes Qianhua feel that time is endless, but if she cannot wait for an answer that satisfies herself, Qianhua would rather continue this endless waiting. Fortunately, Mo Mo Yun Ye shook his head bitterly, hugged Qianhua into his arms distressedly, and gently stroked the corners of her sore eyes: "How is it possible... I can't doubt anyone, but I can't doubt you."
Qianhua finally burst into tears and smiled. She leaned into Mo Yunye's arms and said coquettishly, "Then tell me, do you suspect so and so around you? I can follow you and watch out for them!"
Mo Yunye laughed, his eyes showing the doting helplessness and bitterness: "If I knew, would I still keep them by my side?"
"That's right! Why don't you tell me who you have placed next to the Demon Lord... the bastard, so that when I curse the Demon Lord next time, I can exclude him and not hurt his eight generations of ancestors."
"This..." Mo Yunye hesitated for a moment, but still refused with a high-sounding tone, "This is a fight between us men. It's better for you women not to get involved."
"You are clearly looking down on me!" Qianhua pouted and shouted angrily, feeling unwilling to do so.
Mo Yunye glanced at the quiet penholder and the missing ink. He was so frightened that he had no choice but to tease: "How dare you underestimate our Queen of Heaven?"
"Then why don't you tell me who the person who will give the tip is? That person's writing is too crazy and sloppy. You have to talk to him carefully next time, and you can't be so careless!"
Mo Yunye looked at Qianhua's seemingly serious yet teasing expression, and couldn't tell whether she was really naughty or serious, so he had to change the topic and asked: "What did you come to the study to do?"
"Oh..." Qianhua pursed her lips and was a little embarrassed. It couldn't be said that she was here to steal something, "I'm here to get the hyacinth."
It's just that "taking" seems to be more arrogant than "stealing" and "finding"!
Mo Yunye smiled bitterly and took out a bunch of exquisite hyacinths from his arms: "I have always kept your things close to my heart..."
Qianhua was very excited when she saw the long-lost Hyacinth. She wanted to grab it but Mo Yunye took her hand away: "Promise me that from now on, you will not interfere in the affairs of the two realms of heaven and demons."
Qianhua was startled and felt a little aggrieved: "I never wanted to get involved, but... I just want to keep my peace from now on, but can you also promise me something?"
Qianhua knew that Mo Yunye's request was always just a form of inquiry but did not give him any room to refuse. So all Qianhua could do was agree and then backtrack: "Let my godfather be reclassified to the Immortal Class."
Mo Yunyeying frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.
Qianhua was so overjoyed that she immediately forgot all about the matter. She took the hyacinth and walked back to Xiyuan. Many years later, Qianhua thought of her negligence this time and it was too late to regret...
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Donghuang Xingjun resumed his duties as the sun god, and Donghuang Mountain was filled with joy and celebration. Qianhua was bored in the heaven, so he took the opportunity to go back to Donghuang Mountain for a walk, and met Han Ge again while drinking and drinking.
"Huahua, I miss you so much!" Hange saw Qianhua from afar, and was so excited that he was so excited that he jumped around the round table and rushed towards her. He was calmly stopped by the sun god who was sitting firmly on Mount Tai. He stretched out his leg and tripped his mouth, chewing mud.
Qianhua covered her eyes and couldn't bear to see the tragic scene, but she didn't want to be as shameless as Han Ge, so she climbed up from the ground and hugged Qianhua happily.
This time, it was the sun god's turn to cover his eyes and couldn't bear to look at that ambiguous spring light. A beautiful young girl who had such a good life was possessed by a rogue ghost king. What a shame!
Qianhua also felt that it was a pity. The current banquet was only attended by friends from the gods and immortals. Why didn't he, Hange, come uninvited? What's even more sad is that Sun God's godfather didn't even drive him away, which Qianhua felt was very strange (although Qianhua didn't know it, Hange was a big scoundrel who had secreted many of Sun God's little secrets!).
"Huahuahuahua, my sister's butt is still swollen!"
"Ah! What's going on? Do you have hemorrhoids?"
"Go, go, go, how could a ghost like my sister, who looks like a fairy, grow like that? I was the one who beat her!"
"Why did you hit her? Oh, by the way! I haven't thanked her properly for taking me out of the ghost world last time, otherwise I would still be..."
"It was because she took you away without permission that I was so angry that I wanted to beat her ass!"
"...Hange, don't be angry, she is doing it for your own good."
"What a good thing! What she did is not the same self-righteous and harmful thing as the maid who abducted the Heavenly Mother and left the demon world..." (To be continued)