In his whole life, Baili Fenghua had been upright and worshiped only his parents and no one else. Today, he didn't even hesitate and knelt down directly in front of Lao Taozi.
Just for, Qingqing.
The old Taoist looked at the seven-foot-tall man kneeling in front of him, and suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
The moment he saw Qingqing disappear, he could hold back the tears, and he didn't drop when he heard her crying loudly.
But at this moment, when he looked at the man in front of him who was so sad that it seemed like the world was empty, he couldn't bear it anymore.
There was a kind of sadness that was so profound that he seemed to be infected with his affectionate sadness.
This man!
Who says Qing Yatou is unlucky like this? Some people may not be able to meet such a beloved person in their entire lives.
Even if she meets her now and passes away, she still has it, right?
I am happier than many people.
"Fenghua..." What he wanted to say.
"Master, please! I can't live without Qingqing, and the children can't live without Qingqing either..." His voice sounded suppressed.
There was countless sadness in that low voice.
"I can indeed summon souls, but her soul must still be in this world..." Lao Daozi sighed softly. He also wanted to save Qingqing, but it was simply not possible.
"What do you mean, master?" Baili Fenghua's hopes that had originally risen were instantly extinguished because of Lao Taozi's words.
The man who was originally kneeling fell to the ground slumped, like a puppet whose life had been sucked out in an instant.
With only the last glimmer of hope, he looked at Lao Daozi.
The remaining words left by Lao Daozi were like fish bones stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.
He was worried that if he said that Qingqing was no longer in this world, Baili's beauty would disappear with it!
"Master, tell me, I will be fine. I promised Qingqing that I would take care of the children and raise them up. I also promised Qingqing that I would develop Qingcheng Zhai Qingguo Zhai, so... I will be fine...
"
His voice was so low...so deep...as if it weighed tens of millions of pounds.
Such forbearance makes one's heart hurt.
Even though it is an ancient centipede that has lived for thousands of years, even though it is a monster that does not understand love, it feels heartbroken because of these words.
Just a quarter of an hour of waiting, in Baili Fenghua's heart, seemed to have gone through ten thousand years of waiting.
Finally, I heard Lao Daozi sigh slowly: "I just counted with my fingers and found that Qing Yatou's soul is no longer in this world... It doesn't seem like it has died, but I just can't calculate its location..."
"Is it possible that she traveled back to her previous era?" Baili Fenghua is also a smart person, and suddenly an idea struck him and he thought of this.
Lao Daozi frowned: "You mean..."
"This is possible, isn't it, Master?" Baili Fenghua asked, a little hope igniting in her heart.
"It's not impossible. But what if we keep this body?" Lao Daozi said. But even if he knew that she had returned to her previous era, how would he find her?
Even if she can be found, how can this body wait until the soul returns?
"We can keep our master's body!" the ancient centipede said after hearing what Lao Daozi said.
Demons have their own magic. Compared with pure magic, demon magic has many side ways.
