When Curly returned to the yard where they rested, it was probably late in the night. The small stove that was burning had already gone out, and only a star of light was left. There was a man standing in the corner, waiting to see Curly walking over. At that moment, the black pupils lit up and they walked towards her.
"Where did you go?"
Yin Li's low voice came from the top of her head, and her heart trembled, and her teeth began to show chills.
"Yin Li."
Curl these two words strenuously.
"Let go, I'm going to rest."
Cold and without emotion.
Yin Li seemed to be able to feel Qi Niao's struggle, and the man let go of her when his eyes darkened.
The man stepped back half a step, with a curly face, passed him, and walked in without turning back, opening the door.
The thin wooden door squeaked softly, and Yin Li's eyes were deep, staring at his curled back into the darkness.
The man squeezed his fists with his hands hanging beside him, and his heart felt unspeakable bitterness.
He seemed to have a hunch, something he didn't want to see happened to him the least, and he was always worried about the fear.
But even if it happened, Lord Pluto had no way to change and turn the tide.
Curly didn't know that Yin Li stood outside the door for a long time, until a dim light appeared in the eastern sky, and the man was also cold.
All she knows is that the moment Yin Li embraced her, she felt relieved and cuddled up full of heart.
This is something she doesn't allow, so relying on someone who should have nothing to do with her.
At almost the same time, panic struck her heart, and she wanted to ask the man.
Since you already knew my identity, why didn't you tell me
You approach me, but have your purpose
How cold did you have to do that sword at the time
But she didn't dare to ask, because at that time the girl had a sore nose and choking in her throat. She was afraid that she would expose everything when she made a sound.
So she told Yin Li to let her go and returned to the room.
"Wu Yu?"
With a curling cry, the woman lying next to her seemed to be a little confused by being awakened from the dream, and her voice was also rustling.
"What's the matter, princess?"
"It's okay, go to sleep."
Curled back, he closed the quilt and covered his head.
When I curled up the next morning, I saw Wu Yu was awake early and half sitting on the side of the bed, while Jiao'er and Zi Ling were still lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
"The princess is awake?"
"Ok."
Curly nodded.
"Old Ancestor Huang is already waiting outside, and he took a few people with him."
Wu Yu said, curled up when he heard the words, and then he was taken aback.
"I know."
After the conversation, the girl opened the door and went out. Just stepping into the yard, a few people besides the ancestor of the desert greeted her with fists.
"Xizhi Shangxian."
Curly nodded, and also saluted them.
"Thank you for a few people to pick up Xizhi."
The voice is neither overbearing nor overbearing, polite and alienated, it is obvious that it is the celestial female Xizhi again.
"Girl."
The ancestor Huang's eyes fell on the girl, with sympathy, and his tone was very gentle.
"Master, Xizhi is here."
"Ugh."
The ancestor Huang sighed,
"Fine, that means you have restored your memory, and you will go back to the heavens. Someone will tell you about the future arrangements."
"The disciple knows, it's just the master, can you let Xizhi leave a letter to the few people inside and leave suddenly, it's too rude."
"Leave it to you, finish it, and let me know."
The ancestor Huang waved his hand and motioned to curl up to write.
"Thank you, Master, please wait for a while."
After speaking, he returned to the resting place, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he carried with him to write a letter, and pressed it with a stoneware water cup to make sure that he had finished it before leaving.
Qi Niaoyu had just returned to the heavens, and everyone in the small courtyard woke up.
Jiaoer first slept drowsyly, with soft muscles and bones, and looked around the room as she stretched her body.
"Where are Sister Curly and Sister Wu Yu?"
Thinking of this, I caught a glimpse of a pale yellow paper on the table, and ran over to pick it up without wearing my shoes.
"Sister Ziling, what is written on this letter?"
Jiao'er is illiterate, but Zi Ling knows it. The woman rubbed her eyes and looked carefully.
But his expression slowly changed.
"What's wrong, what's in the letter?"
Jiaoer asked.
"It was written in a curly manner. She said that she already knew her true identity and she wanted to go back to the heavens, asking us not to worry about it."
"Why go back to the heavens? What a mess! I'll go find Wei Heng first!"
Anxious on her face, Jiaoer grabbed the letter and ran to the house where Wei Heng lived, knocking on the door.
"Wei Heng! Wei Heng! Open the door quickly, Sister Curly and Sister Wu Yu are gone!"
Jiao'er's voice was sharp and rapid, and sweat was coming out of her forehead.
The door opened with a "squeak", and Wei Heng's somewhat tired face appeared.
"What's the matter, the people are yelling this morning."
"Look at this!"
Jiaoer quickly handed the letter paper to the boy.
Wei Heng grabbed his fingers, before he could take a closer look, he came out behind him and took the letter paper with both hands.
After looking back, I realized that it was Yin Li.
"Eh, you guys."
The young man rolled his eyes, too lazy to read the letter, and looked at Jiao'er.
Jiao'er had bare feet, and those feet were pure and white.
"Little fox, how come out without shoes."
"Huh? I didn't pay attention. I just want to show the letter to you for a while, just look at it, don't care about it, don't get in the way."
When referring to the letter, Jiao'er's face was even more anxious.
After receiving the letter, Yin Li's hand started to tremble when his eyes touched those lines of familiar fonts.
Unlike the horrible handwriting that a dog crawls when curling up to practice calligraphy, he is familiar with the neatly lined and sharp handwriting on the pale yellow letter paper.
That is the goddess, Xizhi Shangxian's character, among the Three Realms, perhaps only she can write it, this kind of character that suits her situation.
"Curled back to heaven."
Yin Li said aloud.
"What, heaven?"
Wei Heng opened his eyes wide, shocked, swiped the letter from Yin Li's hand, and held it in his hand.
In Curly's letter, he also mentioned Wei Heng. What is it? Your sister Curly has two identities, one is the celestial Xizhi Shangxian, and the other is the princess Tingxi of the Wing Clan. Now her memory is restored and she wants to return to the heavens. Go, she couldn't accompany him to do it in the human world. She asked him to take good care of herself and Jiaoer.
The tone was still very lively, but when it fell in Wei Heng's eyes, his eyes became more sore.
"What the hell, she went back to the heavens and didn't tell us, just leave a piece of paper? My Wei Heng has been with her for so long, and I don't know that she regards feelings so cheaply."
She couldn't even tell him in person that she was going back to the heaven. Could it be that Wei Heng could stop her
A little prince of the true octopus tribe is not so capable to stop the celestial Xizhi Shangxian.
Curly don't know, just a letter from her caused a storm in the hearts of the few people who stayed, and all kinds of emotions were turned back and forth in their chests.
After everyone knew the news, five people sat in the courtyard.
"What happens next?"
Jiaoer asked first.
"What else can I do, go back to each house."
Wei Heng narrowed his mouth and spread his hands.
"I and Ziling still have things to stay in Gu Li Country, and we will return to the Shui Clan after we are done."
Quan Xian said, looking towards Yin Li.
"I'm back to the underworld."
Pluto spoke coldly.
"Why are you going back to the underworld, shouldn't you go looking for curls?"
When Wei Heng heard Yin Li's plan, he said anxiously.
The relationship between Lord Pluto and Curly is naturally clear, and now his sweetheart leaves back to the heaven without knowing it, isn't he wondering what Curly is going to do
Yin Li was silent.
"Hey, Lord Pluto, if you don't go to the heavens to find her, who else will go."
When Wei Heng saw that Yin Li ignored him, he asked again.
"I went back to the underworld."
Master Pluto had a tough attitude and only answered Wei Heng's words. After speaking, he got up and disappeared.
"This Yin Li, has his brain flooded?"
Wei Heng said annoyed, looking up at the sky silently, frowning.
After thinking for a while, Wei Heng pulled Jiao'er's hand, and said to Quanxian and Zi Ling.
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to him, then Quanxian Ziling, Jiaoer and I will go first, let's not pass it.
"Be careful on the road."
Quanxian bowed to Wei Heng, then got up and sent them away.
"Wei Heng, where are we going?"
Jiao'er's hand was still held by Wei Heng.
"Yu Shui."
"You really want to go back to find your parents, then why are you taking me?"
In the second half of the sentence, the little fox spoke lightly, but Wei Heng heard it, and the boy turned around and faced the little fox.
"I want to go back to Yushui, and go to my father to get a jade card that can go to the heavens. You are so easy to enter the heavens!"
Wei Heng flicked Jiao'er's forehead.
"Besides, I don't worry about leaving you alone."
The young man was awkward and sounded with a concerned voice. Jiao'er was initially angry for the bullet in the forehead. Hearing him say this, she felt sweet in her heart. She didn't say anything, her face was reddish.
"Oh, that's how it is."
The voice was soft and soft, floating against the young man's back.
Wei Heng and the others walked for a long time, Luozi's sunlight came in from the window, and the bowl of tea on the table rose with white heat.
Quanxian sat at the table, holding the bowl with his slender fingers, and it was as elegant as a picture.
Outside Ziling pushed the door in.
"Young Master, everything has been arranged, but do you want to leave now?"
"Ok."
The man nodded, took a sip of tea, and frowned when he saw the woman hesitating to speak but stopped.
"If you want to say anything, just say it."
"Young Master, do you have to do this? The lives of Luozi's entire village—"
"Ziling, you shouldn't question my decision. Since I plan to do it, I am sure of it."
Quan first interrupted Zi Ling's words.
"But young master, what about you? She is independent of the Three Realms, if we can't control it."
"It's okay, but it's just a goddess who has no divine power. Doesn't she resent the god the most? This is a weakness."
Quan first put the bowl down and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, young master."
Zi Ling's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and turned back.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."