The moment Weaver Shadow landed in front of the Shadow Palace, a white shadow rushed over. Fortunately, he stopped in time and stopped one foot away, otherwise he would have been bounced away by the divine light that Weaver Shadow had not yet restrained.

"Goddess, you are back!" Dan Sheng almost cried with joy.

Despite the vicissitudes of the world, there are always some people or things that remain the same. Weaver Ying turned away her divine light and regained her smile unconsciously: "I have been busy these past few months. It's all my fault. I didn't say a word.

I have been away for so long."

Dansheng shook his head after hearing this: "The elves are on duty according to the goddess's previous schedule. Everything is in order and there is no rush."

Weaver Ying tapped his chin lightly: "That's good."

"By the way, the goddess has become the lord of the gods and has entered the Siyun Palace. Now it's time for Dansheng to call you my lord!" He said, and he saluted her respectfully like those before.

Zhi Ying stretched out her hand to help him up, her long eyelashes hiding a touch of sadness: "It doesn't matter what you call me, it's just an illusory code name. I'm still me, no different from the goddess you saw before."

Dansheng's behavior was no longer as restrained as when he saluted just now: "What the Lord said makes sense. Dansheng has no merits. Only these trivial things can show his respect and loyalty to the Lord."

The two of them walked forward and soon reached the viewing platform. Zhiying strolled to the pavilion and sat down, asking: "How many shadows have you left in the past few months?"

Dansheng flicked his sleeves with a somewhat tangled look, and the three-foot-square table was instantly filled with bulging mustard bags. A mustard bag stood precariously on top, and finally rolled down to the corner of Weaver Shadow's skirt.

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She stretched out her finger and took the picture in her hand, frowning slightly: "Why are there so many?"

Dansheng explained: "Some time ago, there was a war between heaven and earth, so more people died.

"Originally, Dansheng planned to throw all the formed shadows back into the Xianyun Pond and soak them again, but in the end, the symptoms were treated but not the root cause, so every day the elves weaved the shadows and put them into mustard bags and gave them to Dansheng for safekeeping."

Weaver Ying nodded, and a ball of five-color light flashed on his fingertips. Wherever he touched it, the mustard bag lit up one by one. In just two breaths, all the shadows stored in it were purified, and Dan Sheng allowed Dan Sheng to

I took the booklet, looked at the names and scattered the shadows to the lower world. In less than a moment, all the debts owed for several months were settled.

Glancing at Dansheng's rounded mouth, she pursed her lips and chuckled. It was more convenient to be a god.

"Xian Yunchi can wash away the turbid odor of the world of mortals, but it can only last for the period of infancy. After that, the turbid odor of the mortal world invades and the three poisons are still out of control. You did the right thing this time, and this god will reward you with a spiritual elixir.

." Zhi Ying winked playfully, pointed his finger on the empty table, and a small, exquisitely carved jade bottle appeared.

"Thank you, Lord, for the reward." Dan Sheng happily accepted it, put it properly into his sleeve pocket, and said, "During this period, several elves have been preparing to transform. Would the Lord want to meet them?"

Unable to delay any longer, Zhiying shook his head: "I'm going out for a while, and I'll see you when I get back. If anyone comes later, just say that I'm tired and can't see the guests." Then he drew a line with his finger in the air, as if pulling a brocade curtain.

With great effort, he opened a gap in the void and stepped in.

"Dansheng understands."

When he raised his eyes again, he saw only a swaying hem of gauze clothes, and the gap had been tightly closed.

With both feet on the ground again, a brilliant lavender rain of flowers was in full swing. The butterfly-like petals flew down to the feet. The corners of the snow-white skirt gently passed by, creating a shallow layer of waves. After a moment, another wave of flowers fell.

cease.

Zhiying came under the wisteria trellis, but only saw Emperor Donghua. She felt slightly disappointed in her heart, but since she was here, she couldn't be rude, so she bowed her sleeves and said, "Emperor."

Before the ceremony even fell, he was lifted up by a gentle force, and he felt two twinkling eyes looking at him. After a long time, he heard Emperor Donghua ask: "Do you know what night it is today?"

Her eyes were clearer and calmer than ever before: "I am Shadow Weaver."

Emperor Donghua asked again: "Where is your mission?"

I just came back, do I have to remind her about this?

Zhiying tightened his cuffs, then loosened them, and looked around and said, "I remember the first time I met the emperor, the emperor had a clear understanding of my nature and understood what I was thinking. I must have thought that at that time, the emperor

You already know who I am, right?"

Emperor Donghua looked at her but smiled and said nothing.

She said frankly: "I am not afraid of the emperor's jokes. Zhi Ying is a person who is very afraid of death. It is good to be alive. Mission is never a consideration."

"So you don't plan to take it?" Emperor Donghua's face showed neither disappointment nor embarrassment, as if he just asked an insignificant question casually.

They are all old foxes, they know everything, but they still ask questions even though they already know everything!

Zhiying complained strongly in her heart, and when she saw Emperor Donghua's half-squinted eyes, which contained a hint of warning, she secretly restrained herself and replied: "Originally I didn't plan to, but now, if we can get the best of both worlds, Zhiying is reluctantly willing

."

"Aren't you afraid that boy will be sad?" Emperor Donghua threw another vicious blow.

Weaver Shadow turned the sharpness invisible and said with a smile: "If the emperor says anything else, I will be shaken again."

Emperor Donghua stared into her eyes, the casualness just now completely gone, and uttered three decisive words: "You don't know how."

As if her eyes were stung by the burning gaze, Weaving Shadow lowered her thick and long eyelashes.

Yes, I won't.

She answered silently in her heart, as if she had betrayed a vow that was engraved in her heart. There was an unspeakable soreness in the small area in her chest. The lavender petals brushed against her shoulders, silently staring at her slightly painful face.

Eyes.

Emperor Donghua suddenly spoke up and said impatiently: "Okay, don't act like you are holding back your grievances. That kid is about to retreat in the Bihai Fusang Forest. He won't be able to leave for a hundred years. If you go now, you can still see him."

one side."

Zhiying suddenly woke up: "Didn't the emperor already drive him out of the door?"

Emperor Donghua snorted: "I did not admit to admitting him again!"

After figuring out the key, Zhiying immediately smiled and said as sweetly as honey: "Emperor, you are so kind!"

Emperor Donghua waved his hands to drive them away as if facing a formidable enemy: "As glib as that bastard! Go!"

Weaver Ying's eyes shone like stars on a midsummer night, and he neatly raised the boundary-breaking light and jumped in.

The surrounding scenery changed, and the rain of flowers suddenly stopped. The large light red hibiscus flowers bloomed on the branches and leaves in an extremely conspicuous manner, just like the silhouette of a person standing under the tree. When people see it at first sight, they will never be mistaken.

"Axiao!"

She shouted loudly regardless of the image, as if she had forgotten that she was already a god and could be in front of him in an instant. She still ran towards him step by step like a mortal. She felt at ease until his warm breath like the sun surrounded her.
Chapter completed!