"It's just that I believe what you said, but many disciples don't, and outsiders will definitely not believe it. This means that it will be difficult for you two to appear in front of people in the future. You should think about it carefully."
Her white eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at Luo Jinxiao with deep eyes.
Luo Jinxiao also nodded and said seriously, "Of course, we have already planned to go to heaven and never see the world again."
She ran to Qu Weiyin's side and smiled at her: "We came back this time just to say goodbye to you all."
"Never come back?" The sect leader frowned slightly.
"That's good. At least I have a place to stay." She changed her expression and continued.
Suddenly, there was a burst of muffled thunder in the sky. The sky, which was clear just now, was covered with a layer of haze without knowing when. Black clouds rolled in, and were slowly moved by the strong wind.
Everyone in the hall looked up at the gate almost at the same time, and saw that several eavesdropping disciples had already run away with their heads in their hands.
"The sun has been scorching hot today, why is it suddenly raining?" Lu Fanzhi stuck her head out of the door and was frightened back by the lightning that split the sky.
"It's been dry this year, and there hasn't been any heavy rain." Yanying said, and then hurriedly went to pull Luo Ning, "What are you doing?"
Luo Ning ran out of the door and looked up at the sky. Raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing water.
She turned around and looked at Luo Jinxiao, her eyes solemn and ambiguous.
"Since the weather has changed, let's disperse. Tonight, you and Qu Weiyin stay for one night. You don't have to leave in the rain. I'm sure no one will bother you in such heavy rain."
Luo Jinxiao thought about it for a while and agreed.
The rain was not only heavy but also long. It kept falling for a whole day. The sky had already darkened, but the rain still showed no sign of abating. It was as if the sky had split in two and was pouring down.
Luo Ning did not move from the time the heavy rain began until the evening. She stood alone under the high eaves of Wuhui Palace, looking up.
The body was shaking slightly.
The world before my eyes seemed to have sunk into the sea. There was water everywhere, vast and mighty. The sky and the earth were connected into one by the rain, as if it was about to be destroyed by the heavy rain.
Yan Ying also did not leave. She stood in the darkness, watching quietly, her eyes never leaving.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Ning reached out to hold the door frame and lowered her head. At the same time, another bolt of lightning fell and struck the ground directly. Seeing this, Yan Ying hurried forward to pull her away.
"What on earth are you looking at?" she asked unhappily, "Do you want to be struck by lightning?"
Luo Ning didn't argue with her. Her body seemed a little swaying. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her clear and delicate eyes were filled with tears.
Yan Ying suddenly panicked and dared not say anything rude anymore. She scratched her ears and cheeks anxiously.
"What's wrong? Don't cry. Tell me and I'll help you."
"You can't help me." Luo Ning shook her head slightly.
"Everything is the same as before. I can only watch the world fall apart."
Watching the people around me die one by one, and spending days waiting alone in time, is it possible that this will happen again
"It's just raining, why are you reacting so strongly?" Yan Ying was puzzled.
"This is not rain." Luo Ning shook her head, with sorrow in her eyes, "It's a catastrophe."
Lightning struck, and Hanyun Pavilion on the cliff looked extremely precarious in the pouring rain.
Luo Jinxiao closed the windows tightly to prevent rain from seeping into the house, then he jogged a few steps, sat cross-legged at the table, and looked at Qu Weiyin with his chin in his hands.
Qu Weiyin was lighting an oil lamp and reading a book in the dim light.
"What are you sitting there for? Come here." She looked dissatisfied and clapped her palms beside her.
Luo Jinxiao chuckled: "Face to face, I can see you clearly."
"Come here." Qu Weiyin said again, with a hint of anger in her serious expression.
Luo Jinxiao didn't dare to disobey, he walked around a few steps and sat down beside her.
Qu Weiyin naturally put down the book, hugged Luo Jinxiao's waist with both hands, leaned down, rested her head on her shoulder, her phoenix eyes were dotted with stars by the flames, and she looked towards the window.
"Why is the rain getting heavier?" she said.
Luo Jinxiao felt the body beside him, and put his face against her smooth and fragrant hair, rubbing it gently: "I don't know, it must be God crying."
Qu Weiyin chuckled, shook her head and thought it was childish.
In this kind of weather that seems to be destroying everything, it is extremely reassuring to have someone by your side and feel their warmth.
This feeling is hard to describe. All I can do is sigh softly and bury my body in my lover's arms, letting the satisfaction flow.
"Sing softly." Luo Jinxiao said suddenly.
Qu Weiyin looked up at her and hummed, "Why are you calling me like that again?"
The firelight added a layer of blurry soft yellow to the woman's face. She was no longer aggressively beautiful, but surprisingly gentle. Her red lips were slightly curled up, and her soft, slender fingers were caressing Luo Jinxiao's face.
Luo Jinxiao's nose suddenly felt sour. She turned her head, sniffed, then turned around and hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong?" Qu Weiyin seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with Luo Jinxiao. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she reached out and slowly patted her back.
"Be good." She whispered, shaking her body slightly, as if coaxing a child.
Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere, Luo Jinxiao could not hear any of her usual coldness in her tone, but instead it was filled with caring tenderness and affection.
"Uncle Junior Master." Luo Jinxiao said again, rubbing her nose against Qu Weiyin's shoulder, "I am very fortunate to have met you."
"Even if it's not beautiful, we should be thankful." Qu Weiyin said with a smile.
Luo Jinxiao nodded desperately.
"Me too." Qu Weiyin said, "If there is a next life, I will still protect you and block all disasters for you."
"If it is destined not to happen, I will wait for you at the Naihe Bridge. No matter how many ghost messengers come to pull me, I will hold on to the bridge and refuse to leave."
She joked.
Luo Jinxiao forced herself to hold back her tears, she grinned with a deep smile.
"Okay, why have you said so many unpleasant things today? I'm still waiting for you to take me back to heaven to see how magnificent your residence as a god is." Qu Weiyin held her shoulders and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eyes.
Luo Jinxiao closed his eyes and felt the hot breath she exhaled.
The two of them flirted with each other for a while. Qu Weiyin was obviously sleepy, so she stood up, holding the table, and walked into the house.
Luo Jinxiao caught up with her in a few steps, hugged her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"What are you doing? I'm going to sleep. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." Qu Weiyin was helpless and reached out to pat her forehead.
"No." Luo Jinxiao said in a muffled voice, hugging her arms tighter.
"Then what do you want to do?" Qu Weiyin tried hard to turn her head to look at her.
"Can I hold you in my arms and go to sleep?" Luo Jinxiao shook his head gently.
"It's not like I don't have long legs, and this is the Wuhui Sect. What nonsense can you say?" Qu Weiyin pursed her lips and shook her head, and tears seemed to melt in her eyes.
"Then I won't let you go." Luo Jinxiao simply cheated.
Qu Weiyin sighed softly, turned around, stretched out his arms and put them on her shoulders, raised his chin slightly, and said lovingly: "Forget it, it's up to you, anyway, I'm not the one who is tired."
After getting permission, Luo Jinxiao suddenly bent down, put one hand around her shoulders, supported her knees with the other hand, and lifted her up gently. Qu Weiyin's slender and soft body turned sideways, and the hem of her skirt slid down her arms and fell to the ground.
Luo Jinxiao walked slowly, wanting to feel this sense of security more often.
Qu Weiyin didn't say anything either. She closed her eyes, leaned her head on Luo Jinxiao's chest, and listened to her lively heartbeat.
One sound, two sounds...
Luo Jinxiao leaned over, as if holding a treasure, and carefully placed it on the cloud-like bed.
Qu Weiyin didn't open her eyes, as if she was asleep, and it was quiet. Luo Jinxiao watched her silently for a while, then suddenly stood up and disappeared beside the bed.
The heavy rain washed away all the flowers on the tree, and the petals were blown to the ground, making a mess of flower mud. Fortunately, it was on the mountain, so the owner's small bamboo house was not flooded.
Luo Jinxiao appeared at the door, all wet, and knocked lightly on the gate.
The door opened, and the master of the sect appeared in front of her in dusty clothes. Seeing that it was her, he hurriedly pulled her in, helped her brush off the rain on her body, and took her across the yard.
When they entered the bamboo house, it was very dry inside. Yan Ying and Luo Ning were sitting side by side at the table. When they saw her, they all stood up.
"Sister." Luo Ning said in a crying voice.
"Let's talk about it later. Why don't you use the water-avoiding technique?" The sect leader was a little worried and muttered something to himself. Luo Jinxiao became dry from head to toe.
Luo Jinxiao pushed aside the messy hair on his forehead and grinned at her: "I want to feel the feeling of being caught in the rain."
She seemed to suddenly understand what Qu Weiyin said that day: only by getting caught in the rain can one feel the taste of being alive.
The sect leader paused for a moment, then pointed at a chair and motioned for her to sit down.
She waved her snow-white sleeves, and a cup of tea appeared on the table.
"Luo Ning told me everything." The sect leader said. She looked solemn, with her white hair draped behind her.
"Now that you've said it, I don't have to say anything more. It saves me energy." Luo Jinxiao smiled and took a sip of tea.
She raised her head and asked in surprise: "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Sister, you don't want to..." Luo Ning rushed forward and held her arm halfway through her words.
"No, sister." She swallowed harder.
Luo Jinxiao held her slippery hand tightly, touched her hair gently, and then waved to Yanying: "My sister has always been lonely and helpless. I'm afraid I'll have to rely on you in the future."
"I will naturally take care of Luo Ning, but what are you talking about?" Yan Ying said angrily. She took a few steps forward and said, "It's just a catastrophe. Let's die together."
Luo Jinxiao raised her eyebrows slightly and said cunningly: "But Luo Ning can go back to before the catastrophe."
Yan Ying immediately turned around, grabbed Luo Ning's hand, and said pitifully: "Can you take me with you?"
"Get out." Luo Ning sobbed, pushed her away and said in a low voice.
"Okay." Luo Jinxiao stopped joking and asked, "What did Father God say to you before he died?"
"He said that he wanted me to find your soul and prevent the greater catastrophe after the destruction of the God Clan." She lowered her head and bit her pink lips until they bled. "He also predicted that this matter must be done by you."
Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao sneered and nodded: "It seems that we all misunderstood. It turns out that you want me to stop the catastrophe, not to stop the war between immortals and demons."
"Only I can solve this catastrophe itself."
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