Qingfeng formed a seal with one hand, and a rippling sound transmission mirror floated in mid-air. His slightly lazy tone was transmitted through the water mirror:
"Shanshan, is everything going well for you there? How is my precious disciple?"
The water mirror shook, and the next second the voice of 003 came out:
"Lord Qingfeng, everything is going well on my side, and the host is also fine. He is resting in the system and is preparing to go to the next plane."
Hearing this, Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked at the inkstone, with words written all over his face: "You are making too much fuss, nothing happened at all."
Yanshu clenched his fists and his tone was full of disbelief: "Then why is the emperor so abnormal this time? Isn't it normal for that woman to be okay? Isn't it our emperor who gets hurt every time?"
It was a year ago that Emperor Mo Huai left for the Three Thousand Worlds.
Yan Shu originally felt that it was unreliable to take half of the soul away to the small world, but their emperor insisted on going his own way and insisted on experiencing it.
He and Huajian couldn't stop him, they could only watch as Immortal Siming sacrificed his soul into the Three Thousand Worlds.
Fortunately, the emperor's soul will return to its original position after the interval of time.
But every time after returning to their throne, their emperor looked very disappointed.
This was the first time that Yan Shu saw such a melancholy look on the face of the emperor who once single-handedly wiped out the demon world and was known as the God of War of the Three Realms.
Despite this, he still goes to the small world on time every time.
Then he was injured again and imprisoned himself in ice mustard.
He seems to enjoy this matter endlessly.
Finally this time, things got more serious.
Only then did he rush to Tushan, the lower realm, to ask Siming to think of a solution.
At the very least, it is necessary to confirm that the emperor's current condition is good.
003 heard Yan Shu's words and instinctively trembled.
Could it be that the host tortured him too hard this time and caused the emperor to develop something wrong?
It can’t afford to carry this pot!
It's just a little mountain master!
It is still waiting to retire and wander around the world with Master Qingfeng.
Thinking of this, 003 quickly recounted to Qingfeng what happened in the previous world.
Unexpectedly, Qingfeng burst out laughing after hearing this.
"You are indeed my good disciple, well done!"
Yan Shu's face turned dark: "It's that woman again!"
Qingfeng raised his fingertips and wiped away the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes: "This is your emperor's choice. You can't blame my precious disciple. If you want to blame him, blame him for being too glass-hearted and unable to resist abuse..."
Seeing Yanshu's increasingly ugly face, Qingfeng finally stopped smiling: "Okay, okay, I lost to you. How about I go with you to see what's going on with your emperor?"
Yanshu finally softened his expression: "Then please Sir Si Ming, please leave as soon as possible."
Qingfeng stood up unhurriedly and followed Yanshu.
It wasn't until he came to Jiutian Bingji that he realized that things really weren't that simple.
The emperor not only locked himself in, but even drew a barrier. As soon as he approached, the sharp barrier burned his raised sleeves clean.
Qingfeng's face condensed: "How long have your emperor been like this?"
Yanshu gave him a look that said, "You finally understand the seriousness of the matter." "It's been more than a month since Huajian was injured because of this, and he still can't get out of bed."
Qingfeng showed a hint of surprise: "No wonder I didn't see him today."
Both the inkstone and the painted sword are the emperor's most powerful attendants.
One is in charge of military affairs and the other is in charge of martial arts.
Huajian has been fighting with the emperor for many years, but his skill is not even inferior to him.
Now he was injured by the emperor and couldn't get out of bed.
Qingfeng looked solemn. After thinking for a moment, Qingfeng pinched a sound transmission weapon and entered it: "Mo Huai, it's me. Stop losing your temper and open the barrier quickly."
It took a long time before a response came from inside: "Go back, I don't want to see anyone right now."
"Is Awu missing too?" Qingfeng used his trump card.
In the next second, the barrier was destroyed without any attack.
Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
His apprentice still works.
It seems that the emperor is fine.
Immediately, he walked in through the ice and snow on the ground.
This is a mustard space created by the Emperor of Heaven himself.
It looks only a few inches in size from the outside, but it's a vast white expanse inside.
Qingfeng saw Emperor Mo Huai sitting in the ice and snow at a glance.
But he turned his back the moment he saw him, leaving him with only Xiao Su's back.
In a daze, Qingfeng seemed to see a touch of blood.
But there shouldn't be such strange colors in the white.
He concentrated his mind and walked towards Mo Huai: "What happened? You don't even want to see me?"
Mo Huai ignored him.
"Oh, you know my disciple's temper. What's more, we hid this from her in the first place. She didn't know anything about it. It's normal for her to do anything."
"But I think if she knew who I was, she would do things even better." Mo Huai said quietly.
Qingfeng: "..."
It seems...that's indeed what happened...
"Then how about I change someone else?" Qingfeng said.
"No!" Mo Huai interrupted him sharply and turned around eagerly, "No."
Qingfeng showed an even more surprised expression.
Because there is an extra layer of white silk on Mo Huai's eyes.
Qingfeng held his shoulders and looked solemn: "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Mo Huai looked evasive: "I just got hurt accidentally."
"You have been staying in the Three Thousand Worlds before, and your body is well protected by inkstones and painted swords. How could you be injured?"
"I……"
Qingfeng didn't listen to his explanation and pulled off the white silk covering his eyes.
A flash of blood suddenly caught his eye.
Qingfeng's pupils shrank suddenly: "You..."
Blood pupils.
It's a sign of being possessed.
Mo Huai hurriedly picked up the white silk and covered his eyes again.
Qingfeng was already trembling with anger: "So that's why you don't want to see people? Mo Huai, do you know the seriousness of a world's emperor falling into a demon? If I hadn't come here today, how long would you have planned to keep it a secret?!"
Mo Huai lowered his head, looking a little sad: "I know."
He had previously wiped out all the demons that had disrupted the Three Realms.
If the news of his fallen demon spread out at this moment, it would definitely cause chaos.
"But Qingfeng." Mo Huai said, "I still retain my divinity. Just these blood pupils won't bother me."
Qingfeng finally heard what he said: "What? You still want to go to the small world like this?"
Mo Huai nodded heavily.
Qingfeng refused directly and coldly: "No, absolutely not. If you completely become a demon in this small world, I won't be able to save you even if I lose all my cultivation."
"But Qingfeng, I want to see her."
"How long have you been thinking about this?"
"If I can't see her, I'm afraid I will go even crazier." Mo Huai said softly.
But he used all his strength to steady his voice.
He swore an oath in the previous world.
He will travel through endless time and space to find her accurately, arrive at her side, and continue to be entangled with her.
Even if he has no memory every time.
Even if he comes back every time, he will be bruised and bruised.
But he enjoyed it very much.
"I beg you, Qingfeng." The aloof and unparalleled Emperor Jiutian showed his humble demeanor for the first time, "I can't live without her."
Qingfeng sighed.
He originally thought that by cruelly sending Bai Wu into the Three Thousand Worlds, he pushed her to the brink of danger.
Unexpectedly, the person who got into trouble first would be the Emperor.
Unlike Bai Wu, half of his soul was withdrawn into the small world.
Once something goes wrong, the damage caused is irreparable.
Just like this demonic fall.
The more uneasy a person is, the more dangerous he will be when traveling through time and space.
But he is an emperor.
"That's all." Qingfeng released her hand on his shoulder, "If I stop you again, I'm afraid you will be the first to kill me after you become a demon."
"But I must warn you, if you do anything wrong in the small world, I will immediately forcibly terminate your link. Don't blame me for being ruthless then."
Qingfeng raised his hand, and strings of golden runes flew out from his palm, surrounding Mo Huai tightly.
Feeling the familiar aura of the formation, Mo Huai smiled knowingly, and ripples appeared in his blood pupils.
