For the next month, Suning didn't go anywhere and stayed at Kunlun Mountain every day to be with his wife and daughter.
Lingxi also temporarily put down the work at hand and left all the power to Du Qirui and Tang Jingyue.
She is no longer the master of Kunlun who has everything to do, she wants to be a good wife and mother in her own mind.
Washing and cooking for him, playing with his daughter, and telling her favorite stories.
Even if the clothes are not washed cleanly, even if the food is not cooked to his liking at all.
Even if the story is not told well, it often provokes "bursts of ridicule" from the father and daughter.
However, the happy life of the family of three and the warm atmosphere were the tenderness in her heart that she could not escape.
Thousands of threads, full of joy.
Until one evening, a colorful glow surged from the direction of the Immortal Tomb, illuminating the entire China.
Suning, who was catching butterflies with Xiao Zhiyuan in the back mountain, stopped and looked sad.
This day has finally come.
The ladder formation leading to the fairy world was repaired, which meant that he and Su Xinglan had to rush to report as soon as possible.
When we can return to China is full of uncertainties.
But Suning hopes that the fairy world will agree to his request, even if he can only come back once a year.
"time to go."
Su Xinglan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and at the same time, on the third peak, the Taixuan Sword soared into the sky.
The shadow of the sword enveloped the nine peaks of Kunlun, turning into thunderous shocks that spread in all directions.
“Girl Ling, this mountain-protecting formation was created by my cultivation in the True Immortal Realm, and the formation’s eyes are under your control.”
"This is the last thing I do for Kunlun."
"Second senior brother, third senior sister, Pei Chuan, Qinghe..."
"We will meet again in the future, if we are destined to meet again."
He was suspended in mid-air, bending down with mixed feelings.
Facing the statue of the ancestors of Kunlun dynasties enshrined in the main hall of the main peak, bow respectfully three times.
"Junior brother..."
At the main peak square, Du Qirui and Tang Jingyue bid farewell.
Both of their eyes were red and they were choking.
Su Xinglan walked through the void until he reached the fourth peak.
"White pomelo..."
He personally picked off the portrait of Xia Baiyou hanging on the wall of the bamboo building, rolled it up gently, and carefully hid it in his sleeve.
"let's go."
The contented laughter spread farther and farther, and Su Xinglan's figure disappeared over Kunlun.
In the back mountain, Xiao Zhiyuan, who was not aware that Suning was leaving, was still happily catching butterflies among the flowers.
Lingxi suppressed the sadness in his heart and pretended to be cool and said: "Go, don't keep Uncle Xinglan waiting."
"I, I will discipline Zhiyuan well and wait for your return in Kunlun."
"My parents, during the holidays..."
Halfway through the words, tears burst into my eyes.
She quickly turned around, waved her arms and said, "Let's go."
"Don't let Zhiyuan see it, don't tell her."
Suning's heart felt like a knife, and the pain was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.
He thought he had been prepared for this scene and this moment.
Little did he know that when the day of separation came, his courage and decisiveness would all come to nothing.
I didn’t want to leave, but I had to leave.
Possessing the sixth-ranked dragon and phoenix dharma, the world of eight hundred immortals was shaken.
Now, he has no control over his body and fate.
In China, even if his Dantian is destroyed, he can still see all the small existences with just the eighteenth level of force and mental attack.
But in the fairy world, he is an ant living at the bottom.
Everything starts from scratch. You need to rely on the strength of others to save your life and look at the faces of others to survive.
In the final analysis, it is strength that speaks.
He is too weak, too weak to protect himself, and even family reunion has become a luxury.
Closing his eyes, sighing, Suning shouted "Huo'er", and his figure seemed to be blown away by the cool wind.
In the distance, he heard the suppressed sobs of Lingxi and the joy of Xiao Zhiyuan after catching the butterfly.
Then, he heard the girl ask her: "Mom, why are you crying? Did you fall down like Zhiyuan?"
