After Zhi Ying's repeated persuasion, Si Zhi no longer insisted on his opinion, and was then sent to the palace to rest.

After seeing off Si Zhi, Zhi Ying looked at Dan Sheng.

Dan Sheng said: "What do you have to say, Lord?"

Zhi Ying cast an admiring look: "Yes, you have made great progress in these years. I am relieved to have you in the Shadow Palace."

"The Lord's words made Dansheng very frightened."

Even though he said this, there was no trace of fear in the corner of his eyes or between his brows.

Zhiying said with a smile: "I just complimented you, but now you start to play tricks on me?"

Dan Sheng stretched out his hand to scratch his head.

It had been a long time since I'd seen him showing such a shy attitude. Zhiying looked at him very kindly. He glanced at the eaves and pillars outside the palace and saw a pair of eyes peeking behind him. Water gathered on his fingertips to form a frost flower, and he popped it out with his finger.

"ah!"

The woman's cry of pain was heard.

Zhiying made a serious face: "After reading it again, I will go back to the library and copy the medical scriptures five hundred times."

"I woke up from my dream!"

Zhi Ying looked at Hua Zhuo's back, covering his head with his hands as he ran away, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "This little girl has learned how to lie to people about her dreams!"

Dansheng answered silently in his heart: Then I just followed you, my lord!

"I'm still thinking that when she can take charge of her own business, I can let you two work together to manage the film department." Zhi Ying looked like she had a headache, "But looking at her out-of-touch temperament, I'm afraid she won't be treated well.

Make shadows in the clouds."

"That's fine. In the future, when she has full wings, she can do whatever she likes, and I won't bother to care about her."

After making the decision for Azhuo for so long, it’s time to give her the right to choose.

Dansheng said pertinently: "The goddess's temperament is the same as that of the Lord."

Zhiying smiled and suddenly raised his sleeves.

Dan Sheng didn't have time to react, he only felt a little coldness on his skin, like flying snow falling between his eyebrows.

A beam of light broke through the sea of ​​consciousness and melted into dots of ink marks.

He subconsciously drove his thoughts to touch, and the ink marks merged and changed, forming a vertical and horizontal text.

What Zhi Ying passed on to him was a mantra, which talked about how to resolve the evil spirit of resentment and cleanse away the turbid breath.

This seems to be...

"Learn it, and in the future, the selection of the seal holder of the Shadow Department will no longer be limited by the real person."

Shadow Weaver's voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When Dansheng opened his eyes, the terrace was already completely silent.

Somehow, the words the Lord said and the things the Lord did today made him feel a little uneasy.

Suddenly he heard a loud thunder, interrupting his meditation.

Dansheng looked at it intently.

The divine light in the sky above a temple in the distance was restrained, dark clouds gathered, and lightning struck down one after another, accompanied by the roar of thunder, which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhi Ying, who had not yet left the Heavenly Palace, also heard and witnessed it, and knew that the Justice God was already executing twenty-four thunderbolts on Wu Lan at this moment.

She paused and took a look, then swept out of Nantianmen without looking back.

Not long after, I saw the little Golden Crow waiting in front.

Shadow Weaver smiled and sped up.

When she arrived, she was about to speak, but she was pulled into a warm embrace, and the hot breath of the sun hit her ears, burning her ears.

How long has it been since we last met?

Zhiying felt funny in her heart. She patted his shoulders with both hands and couldn't help but ask: "Axiao, what's wrong with you?"

Little Jinwu didn't say anything, he just hugged her, tightening his arms tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces and become a part of his body.

The god's muscles and bones were strong, and Zhiying didn't feel any pain, but he was muttering in his heart.

Things were fine before, but why are you like this after being apart for a while? Are you stimulated?

She patted him gently and waited until he relaxed a little before asking again: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Little Jinwu said softly, "I just want to hug you."

Saying it is the same as not saying it.

Zhiying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to make a suggestion: "How about changing to another place?"

The thunder from the Xinglu Palace has become very weak when it reaches here, but this sound always reminds the existence of those annoying people.

Xiao Jinwu said a low "Hmm", and loosened the strength of his hand, holding it with one arm instead. He raised his other hand to draw a light door and rushed in with her.

The light faded, and a few green leaves crossed Weaver's field of vision.

Her back pressed against an uneven surface, and the little Golden Crow landed on the tree branch in front of her. She stretched out her arms and the tree trunk to form a small and private space, surrounding her inside.

The smell of vegetation and sunshine easily made people feel relaxed, but the person in front of her had a frown on her face, which made her have the urge to stretch out her hand to smooth it out.

She did so, but was stopped midway.

Xiao Jinwu took her hand and put it into his palm, leaning forward slightly with a serious and solemn expression: "Xiaoying, you won't leave, right? You won't leave me, right?"

Zhi Ying was stunned by the question and said, "Why do you say this so suddenly?"

"Answer me."

Xiao Jinwu locked his eyes with hers, not wanting to miss any emotion in her eyes.

Looking at these exceptionally bright eyes, Zhi Ying felt timid in her heart.

People will grow old, trees will die, and the gods that people look up to will also perish.

That day will come, sooner or later.

Buzhou Mountain has begun to waver, and she will eventually return to the sky with the disappearance of the sky cave.

This time, maybe not even the soul will be left behind.

She couldn't bear to say that she would leave, but she couldn't give him the answer he wanted to hear most, even though she really wanted to give him this answer.

The tip of her nose suddenly felt a little sour. Zhiying put her hands around Little Golden Crow to avoid his sight, and the smile she pulled silently disappeared at the corners of her lips.

The skylight was so dazzling that she closed her eyes, almost greedily smelling the purest smell of sunlight on her nose, and pressed a kiss on his ear.

Her voice was very soft, but it reached his ears very clearly.

"I want to be with Ah Xiao forever."

Little Jinwu let out a long breath, hugged her, and kissed her gently on the temples. Finally, a look of joy appeared on his face: "Okay, I promise you."

He raised his eyes, his sharp gaze passing through the lush leaves and clouds, looking straight at somewhere in the sky.

In the algae garden, Emperor Donghua let out a long sigh.

"The apprentice is older..."

Immortal Officer Yuyan couldn't help but say: "Emperor, the Supreme God of Chixiao is only about seven hundred years old." Among a group of high gods, he is the youngest one.

Emperor Donghua didn't take him seriously, and kept counting with his fingers under the table.

After repeating this for ten times, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and put them back on his knees. Emperor Donghua looked at the light mirror standing in the air again and sighed: "How difficult it is..."

…

After receiving the punishment, Wulan received an order from the Emperor of Heaven asking him to return to Jishi Mountain as soon as possible.

She endured the strange looks from a group of priests and left the place of execution. Instead of obeying the Emperor of Heaven's words and returning to Jishi Mountain, she avoided the patrolling envoys along the way and quietly went deep into the lotus root.

At that time, Wu Lan saw Fu Rui kneeling in the crystal pavilion in the lotus pond, holding a book in her hand, her eyes straight, and she seemed to have been in a trance for a while.

"What are you looking at?"

This sound woke Fu Rui out of her renunciation. She immediately closed the book in her hand without getting up, and casually replied: "It's just some historical records."

Fu Rui has always been aloof and aloof. Apart from flowers, few people can look into her eyes, including the owner of the Flower Temple.

Wu Lan had long been accustomed to this, so she didn't care about her disrespect. She glanced at the obscure remaining book cover on the table and frowned.

Fuu noticed her gaze and said in the same tone as usual: "Why does God want me to wait?"

Wulan threw the broken book out of her mind and asked directly: "Where did you go just now?"

"God is asking this question knowingly."

Looking at Fu Rui's indifferent face and not taking her seriously, she looks exactly like the person who caused her to be punished!

Wulan's mood suddenly became irritable, and she became less polite when speaking.
Chapter completed!