"It's okay to return the hairpin, but I also ask God to return my things to me."

Zhi Ying rubbed his forehead and was speechless. When did she take his things? What should she give him? He just snatched her hairpin as soon as she came out of seclusion, and even dug a hole for her. There are girlfriends in the world who are more embarrassed and helpless than her, and who are more helpless than him.

A more boring and shameless boyfriend?

The little Golden Crow is so rested, as if he has a winning ticket.

Seeing that the two of them were at an impasse again, the Inspector sighed in his heart. If the delay continued, he would have to take turns with his colleagues.

He gave a brief nod to Dongjun, and then stepped forward to rescue the two of them. This was also to fulfill his responsibilities as a priest: "Excuse me, God Yun, for a moment. Can you please allow me to bring God Chixiao to see the Emperor of Heaven first, and then I will finish you off?"

A matter between two people?"

Zhi Ying glanced at him and knew that he was busy with business now. Wasn't it quite leisurely to watch the theater just now, but he came at the right time.

She smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have to wait so long. Official business comes first. I'll argue with him later."

"Thank you." The patrolling envoy tried his best to ignore the amusement in her eyes, turned around and faced the cold light in Little Golden Crow's eyes, "Sir, Chixiao, please."

Little Golden Crow Zhuangruo smiled humbly: "The envoy of the gods is serious. It won't be too late to call me a god after His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has decreed the title. Are you right, Dongjun?"

Dongjun's eyes narrowed slightly and he raised the corners of his mouth: "It's good to be humble and polite."

The patrolling envoy heard sweat on his forehead.

Behind him, Weaving Shadow was secretly angry.

According to the rules, the gods of each temple should respectfully address the main god as Lord, and those who are already a god can call each other a god. There is absolutely no reason to call them by their first names like Xiao Jinwu.

Dong Jun said that he was humble and polite, and one can imagine how sincere he was.

Zhiying looked around at the ruins of the wall and the charred charcoal trees. He felt an evil fire in his heart that he needed to vent. But it happened that this was the bitter fruit caused by him and Little Golden Crow, so he ignored it no matter what.

The cold dagger-like eyes swept over the three of them, and she said coldly: "If you want to stay and help repair the observation deck, Qing Yun would be honored."

Hearing this order to expel guests, the patrolling envoy broke out in a cold sweat.

He had given up on it, but looking at the six realms, he was the first person in history who dared to ask Dongjun, the master of a palace, to repair a house in person.

He glanced at Dongjun, who didn't look angry at all, but looked at Zhiying with a very subtle look. Dongjun had always had a bad reputation, could he be secretly thinking about how to deal with this whimsical junior?

Knowing that Zhiying said this to divert attention and protect himself, Xiao Jinwu was in a happy mood and laughed with Zhiying: "How dare you work on such a trivial matter as repairing the house, Dongjun Dajia? The observation deck was destroyed, and mine is also there.

If God doesn’t despise half of the responsibility, I would be willing to build walls and move bricks.”

"Well, after you finish your audience with the Emperor of Heaven, you can come to Siyun Palace to work hard, but you have to be mentally prepared. These little clouds are very lively. If they don't come together, they might stumble you. Don't blame me then."

Zhi Ying was the first to give a kind reminder, with a gentle and calm voice. If there was no sinister smile on his face, he would be more like a god.

Little Jin Wuhun didn't care, and readily agreed: "It doesn't matter, it's a small cloud, it's not worth mentioning." Then he looked past Dongjun and looked at the patrolling envoy, and tapped his chin politely, "Thank you, envoy."

The patrolling envoy wished he could leave as soon as possible. He should wait a little longer and wait until the next day, so that he wouldn't have to suffer the current punishment.

There was no use in further investigation, so he casually said "you're welcome" and took Little Golden Crow to Lingxiao Palace to meet him.

Dongjun glanced at Zhiying twice and also went to Lingxiao Palace.

Zhiying stared and watched the three of them walking away.

She was so eager to revive the Yun Clan that the gods were more or less wary of her, especially Dongjun. Although he did not pay as close attention to Siyun Palace as she imagined, his doubts about her became more and more serious.

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The hundred-year agreement is coming to an end, and some things are about to be implemented...

"Ah! Why has your place turned into a mud pool?!"

A clear cry interrupted Zhiying's contemplation. She looked up and saw that a few clouds had been scattered and wet the dust on the ground. From a distance, they looked like a muddy pond under a lotus.

She raised her hand and waved lightly, and the "silt pool" immediately turned into a piece of white flat land, which also gave the lotus a place to stay.

"Why are you here?" Zhiying asked.

The God Wulan was ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to cultivate the ancient famous flower, the Holy Mountain's Divine Glory, for the purpose of offering sacrifices to heaven. Fuyu was pulled as an assistant. Now it is at the critical moment of flowering. She is not deep in the lotus flower, guarding the Holy Mountain's Divine Glory.

What to do in Siyundian?

As soon as this was mentioned, Fu Rui's eyes were full of sorrow, and she held her hand with an almost begging expression: "If it is not important, how can the Lord Wulan let me out? Please follow me quickly!"

Over the years, Zhiying has helped Fuu a lot by relying on the secret methods of the Flower God Clan seen in "The Tribulation", so that Fuu instinctively believed that she would have a way to solve the current predicament she was encountering.

Zhiying was taken to the secret place of the Flower God Clan by Furu without knowing what was going on. Only when she saw Hua did she understand why she was so anxious.

——The sacred mountain’s glory is dead.

From the leaves to the flowers, everything is withered, yellow and dull, showing a kind of despondency as if the oil has run out and the lamp has withered.

Seeing Zhi Ying's brows furrowed and his eyes serious, Fu Rui's heart skipped a beat. She ignored the reproachful gaze of Lord Wulan next to her and asked Zhi Ying in a trembling voice, "Do you have any idea?"

Weaver Shadow stared at the withered flowers in silence.

It is said that the sacred mountain's divine glory is a seed condensed from Pangu's soul. When the flower blooms, it will foretell the fate of the gods for hundreds of thousands of years.

In the past, the ancestor of the Flower God Clan had managed to keep the sacred mountain in bloom during the melee in the six realms. At that time, Pangu's divine glory was filled with Emperor Fuxi's reign. After that, Emperor Fuxi conquered the God Clan, brought peace to the world, and brought peace to the six realms until his death.

The position of Lord of Heaven fell into the hands of the current Emperor of Heaven.

Seeing that time is coming to an end, half of the gods have rebelled, and the New Heaven Realm is competing with the Heaven Realm, and even has the upper hand. How can the Emperor of Heaven not be impatient?

To pin the destiny of the protoss for hundreds of thousands of years on a flower and a legend shows how panicked the Emperor of Heaven was.

After pondering for a long time, Zhiying's eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

Fuu thought she had thought of a way to save the withered sacred mountain, and her face regained its energy.

As the main god of the Flower God Clan, Wulan Shang Shen asked herself that no one was more proficient in ikebana than her, so she did not believe that Zhi Ying, an outsider, could do anything. She felt that Zhi Ying was being mysterious, and she secretly blamed Fu Ru for leaking the matter to

Zhi Ying knew this, but on the other hand he had to fight to the death, hoping that Zhi Ying would use the Yun Clan's method to revive the Holy Mountain Shenhui, and even couldn't help but urge: "Is there any way?!"

Unexpectedly, Zhiying shook his head helplessly: "I can't help it come back to life."

Lord Wulan's already chilled heart was completely chilled. If the Emperor of Heaven knew that the sacred mountain's divine glory had withered in her hands, she would be doomed.

Fu Rui heard something in Zhi Ying's words.

As expected, Zhi Ying straightened his face, looked at Lord Wulan, and spoke again: "If you ask me to save Shenhui of the Holy Mountain, I really have no way, but if I want to save you, I have a plan. I don't know if Lord Wulan is willing to believe it.
Chapter completed!