The blood demon incident will always be a thorn in Qingge's heart.
If the thorns are not removed, she will have trouble sleeping and eating.
The figure of the woman on the broken bridge has always been imprinted in her heart.
Qingge took out the heart-broken wine and drank a jar.
There are less and less heart-broken wine in the realm of nothingness. Fortunately, Mo Xie has prepared a lot and can persist for a long time.
Not to mention, day and night when she came to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, she missed the friends she had fought with in the Four-Star Continent.
Slaughter Army, Mo Xie, Night Jingjing and Dead Aventurine Cod.
Not to mention Ye Qingtian and Grandpa, Qingge is especially worried about Ye Qingtian's health.
My grandfather has moved to Beiyue Kingdom. With my grandfather here, noisy fights with Ye Qingtian will not be boring.
Qingge took a sip of wine and her eyes turned red.
Every battle, every wound, is real pain.
Every time it's cold and the autumn wind blows on my body, my skin becomes extremely cold.
Even Master Liu would be confused and scared when he came to the Heaven of Gods, not to mention that there was a blood demon in her body who would take over her body at some point.
"No, I should call you Yue Ji." Liu Yan'er said, "It seems that after what happened last night, no one can shake your position in Lord He's heart."
These two unfamiliar words can touch Qingge's heart at any time.
She and Ji Yue were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, as well as a demon clan and a demon queen.
The road ahead is difficult, so walk slowly.
But she felt out of breath.
She raised her head and a jar of wine spilled on her face.
Qingge opened her eyes wide, looked at the rising sun, and smiled.
The world says that Aventurine is melancholy, worrying about the country, the people and the world, but Qing Ge feels that Aventurine is like the rising sun in the morning, shining brightly in the clouds.
In that light, Qingge seemed to see a green lotus blooming slowly, and a king was about to be born.
At this time, in the nine-layered palace, built with white jade, on the exquisite ice bed, a man with pale skin and jade bones closed his eyes tightly. There was a dim bud between the man's eyebrows, as if he was lifeless.
A maid came in carrying a water basin, and saw the aventurine on the bed. The lotus between her eyebrows began to take on color, and the buds were blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is a green lotus, like a totem burning with flames.
The maid got excited, let go of her hand, and the basin fell to the ground, water flowing all over the floor.
She quickly left and ran out the door, shouting, "The lotus is blooming, the lotus is blooming..."
The maid's cheerful voice resounded throughout the palace, and everyone was shocked. A white-haired old man came quickly with a cane. He happened to see the green lotus between Aventurine's eyebrows blooming most vigorously.
The old man's hands were shaking with excitement and his cheeks were red. He walked to the bed and shouted in a low voice, "King, are you awake?"
As the old man's voice fell, the man opened his eyes, his eyelashes were as thick as cattail fans, his eyes were cold and confused.
Today, he is a blank piece of paper.
There was nothing in his spiritual consciousness, except that when he dreamed back at midnight, he could vaguely see an elf dancing on the edge of the cliff, with a head of silver-white holy hair.
The maid helped him sit up. He subconsciously twitched his body and avoided the maid's hand. The coldness and alienation in his eyes hurt the maid's heart.
The maid shivered cautiously and quickly withdrew her hand.
Aventurine sat up on the ice bed filled with mist. He lowered his head in confusion, blinked slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and uttered a few words in a hoarse voice, "Who am I?"
who is he?
Where do you come from and where are you going?
What kind of world does he long for? How many beautiful girls he has seen running wildly on the boundless grassland.
Aventurine tried hard to think, trying to recall the past, but all he could find was a blank sheet of paper, nothing but nothing.
But he seemed to have lost something.
His body was as cold as ice and snow, and there was no blood in his body.
"King, you are the Qinglian King of my clan, the ruler of heaven and earth." The old man was so excited that his voice trembled involuntarily when he spoke.
The old man knelt on the ground, opened his hands, raised his head and sighed, "The Qinglian King has revived, the Qinglian King has awakened."
The old man burst into tears.
He looked at Aventurine's face and cried with joy. Hot tears filled his cheeks, thinking of the time so many years ago.
At that time, he was also very young and as handsome as Aventurine. He was Aventurine's best brother.
"King? King Qinglian?" Aventurine tilted his head and asked in confusion.
The old man wiped his tears and said, "King, you are the supreme being in the world and the yearning of the Qinglian clan. You will rule the Qinglian clan. This is your mission."
"Come here, go bring the king's pet." The old man wiped away his tears again, and when he looked at his men, his face was extremely majestic.
The guard came back with a snow-white cat in his arms. The cat had a pair of blue eyes.
"King, you once said that this cat will not be given a name until you awaken." The old man said, "Wang, please give it a name."
"Qingge." Aventurine almost blurted out without hesitation.
Hearing these two words, the old man was horrified, his face turned pale, and he could not say a word.
Even if he loses his energy and loses his memory, can he still not forget that woman?
The old man didn't know why the Qinglian King, who had always been ruthless and careless about his own heart, would be tempted by a woman from a lower continent.
He was even willing to give the purple moon flower that he had protected for all his life.
"This name looks like a human name. Wang, please change it." The old man said calmly.
"No, it's pretty good."
Aventurine lifted up the exquisite cold quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the mirror.
He looked at the scissors on the table, stretched out his hand, and picked them up.
He had a sudden idea to cut off all his black hair.
A man like him, even with a smooth head, should be very handsome.
"My, what's my name?" Aventurine asked.
"In ancient times, Dongling, a member of the Qinglian clan, Wang Dan's name had the character "Had". The old man said.
"Is it Green Lotus Cod?"
"No, it's aventurine." The old man coughed dryly. Looking at aventurine, he actually felt a little cute.
At this time, Aventurine did not know the world and did not stir up dust.
"Should I call you grandpa?" Aventurine asked.
The old man almost choked on his own saliva, recalling that back then, he was still considered the younger brother of Aventurine Cod.
"King, you are the king of Qinglian, I am not your grandfather." The old man said.
"Is there any pear blossom cake? I want to eat it." Aventurine said subconsciously.
Deep in his memory, under the dark mist, there was a woman who personally made pear blossom cakes for him.
Even if the pear blossom cake gets moldy, he won't be able to eat it.
"If the king likes it, I will send someone to do it. Wang, you will get used to it slowly in the past few days, and then I will take you to familiarize yourself with the rules of heaven and earth and Qinglian Mansion." The old man said.
The scissors in Aventurine's hand fell to the ground. He turned back to look at the old man and asked, "What is my name?"
The old man was quite puzzled. Didn't he tell Aventurine just now?
"Wang, your surname is Dongling, and your single name is Gu." The old man said patiently.
"Is there any pear blossom cake?" Aventurine asked.
The old man was stunned.
It's like five thunders striking the top.
He originally thought he just lost his memory and had to start over again.
But looking at it now, it seems that it is more than just that.
Aventurine's IQ seems to have lost some.
The white cat suddenly ran into Aventurine's arms. Aventurine hugged it, stroked the cat, smiled and said softly: "Qingge, Qingge..."
The old man is resting.
Perhaps even if Aventurine loses everything, he still can't forget her.