It was too cold, and the two children's clothes were thin. Before they could find any leeward position, one child collapsed from the cold. Another child went to pull him, but was also brought down and could not get up again...
Gu Xijiu's eyes moved slightly, and when she raised her sleeves, two pieces of clothing flew out and covered the two children's bodies respectively.
Her clothes were naturally extremely warm. The two children quickly warmed up and hurriedly put on the life-saving clothes. Then they knelt there and kowtowed to the sky desperately to thank the Holy Lord -
Gu Xijiu did not show up, and the two children did not see her. They just relied on their instincts to thank the sky for their patron saint, the Holy Lord.
Two children went to roast rabbit.
Cangqiong Jade sighed: "Master, in this horrible weather, there are so many people like this in this continent, how many can you save?"
Gu Xijiu didn't speak. She spoke very little now, and even her thoughts were not very active, so Cangqiong Jade couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
She was silent for a long time and then said calmly: "What do you want me to do?"
"Be happy! Be happy! Someone is angry. Master, this continent needs a dynamic saint. Even if you are angry and cry, it is better than this dead silence..."
Gu Xijiu paused for a while: "I can't do it!"
She tried hard, but she really couldn't do it...
Cang Qiong Jade: "..." It is really worried.
It is absolutely impossible to continue like this, but how can we restore the master's vitality
To be honest, it misses the days when Di Fuyi was a saint...
At that time, the world was full of flowers and green trees, and even if there were occasional wars, it was still full of vitality.
And now the world seems to be turning into a hockey puck—
…
Gu Xijiu went to the Deep Sea Crystal Palace again.
She saw again the poems she had carved all over the place.
- When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, leaving no body or name behind.
She sat in the rocking chair, looking at the word "whistle" in the poem, and the familiar heartache came to her again -
She has become less and less emotional this year, and no matter what kind of stimulation is like a cloud to her, it cannot stir up any emotion in her, but these two words can make her heart wave slightly...
It seems that she has some deep connection with these two words...
But she couldn't remember the origin.
She lay on the rocking chair and fell asleep. The sky jade on her wrist gave off a faint glimmer, enveloping her body in the glimmer.
It's too cold here, and if the owner sleeps here without any shelter, he will turn into an iceman!
Therefore, the sky jade emits warm light to envelope its owner and keep her warm.
Gu Xijiu frowned slightly in her dream, as if she was caught in some kind of nightmare.
Cangqiong Jade's heart moved, and it wanted to see what was in its master's dream.
As the saying goes, a heart ailment requires a heart doctor. Maybe it can find some clues from her dream...
…
An ice field, an ice sea.
The wind and snow are like knives, capable of cutting almost everything.
There is no human habitation, no life, or nothing at all.
Cang Qiong Jade didn't expect that his master's dream would be so desolate and terrifying!
It saw its owner. She was sitting in the snow in black clothes. The wind blew up her black hair and black clothes, like a butterfly flying in the wind and snow but unable to find its direction...
Cangqiong Jade felt a little distressed and flew over: "Master, don't sit here anymore, you will freeze to death."
Gu Xijiu raised her eyes and looked at it. There seemed to be ice and snow hidden in those black eyes. She seemed a little confused: "No matter which direction you go, it's still cold..."
(End of chapter)