Zhilang didn't even go out of the door, just snapped his fingers, and immediately heard a noise coming from the door.

"Oops, hey~ my old legs!!"

"Ahh

But after a while, everyone immediately fell silent and became quiet.

Tilt Miao and Mo Yi looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Zhi Lang glanced outside lightly, and said coldly: "I think, maybe they are afraid of me, so they don't dare to come in." ”

Sticking out her tongue, she gently pushed the door open, leaning out half of her body.

Sure enough, a few cold flashes of cold light reflected by the pig iron flashed her eyes.

I saw that the village chief and everyone were clenching the sticks or hoes in their hands, looking ready to face the enemy.

The people who came out were intimidating, and the village chief was almost in tears: "Girl, you finally woke up!"

She smiled faintly, pushed him to the room, and said as she walked: "I'm hungry, village chief, don't be stingy, go and take out the good wine hidden at home!"

The village chief kept waving his hand, unwilling to approach the door, as if there was some kind of flood beast inside.

In the midst of this stalemate, Zhilang pushed the door and walked out.

He lifted the corners of his robe and stepped over the threshold, his posture calm and elegant, but the crowd was startled and took two steps back.

"I won't go, they won't go into the house. You and Mo Yi put away the tail of this matter, and then come up to Mangshan to find me!" Zhi Lang said lightly.

Before she could nod, she saw that he was missing for a moment, and she didn't know whether to take off or run away.

It is also reassuring to pour, and when you are full of food and drink leisurely, the sky is already bright.

She patted her chest and said to the villagers who hadn't closed their eyes all night: "You guys have been busy all night, hurry up and go home to rest! Now that Mo Yi and I have mana, the rest of the task of restoring the original appearance of the village will be handed over to the two of us!"

When the words fell, he tiptoed slightly, put his hand on Mo Yi's shoulder very naturally, wiped his nose and smiled.

Mo Yi was stunned, but did not brush her hand away.

The two of them came to the edge of the riverbed and stood still, and asked him again, "What's the matter with you? It's just a nightmare, don't you think I can't get out? Don't you know that if something goes wrong with your mind in that dream, you won't be able to come back?"

"So, are you sure you can come out? I don't dare bet, I can't afford to lose. His voice was low, like a sigh.

There was a pause, followed by a long silence, speechless.

Mo Yi shook his head slightly and took two steps forward.

He reintroduced the river from the pond to the riverbed, and then restored the landscape and the village to its original state.

I couldn't intervene, and I was already a little embarrassed, so I had to find something else to do.

She reclaimed some new land at the end of the village and built a few pavilions for the villagers to enjoy the coolness.

After doing this, the two converged.

Needless to say, they all knew in their hearts that the next thing to do now was to obtain the last primordial god of Qing'e.

When you come to Mangshan, it is still verdant.

Mo Yi found his place and threw the Ice Misty Sword into the air.

The sword light is sharp, and the shadow is as dazzling as thin ice.

The blade followed the guide down the mountainside, splitting a huge gap.

Mo Yi leaned forward, and a pale yellow ball of light emerged from among the stones, resting in his palm.

This time, Qing'e's Yuan Shen achieved extremely smoothly, there was no danger or emergency at all, and the tilt was like being poured a basin of cold water, and he was a little lost.

took the Yuan Shen, and Mo Yi fused the four brilliances together.

Qing'e's shadow slowly appeared on the flat ground, and her eyes were closed, as if she was still asleep.

He went over to check, only to see that her breathing was steady and her pulse was normal, perhaps because the Yuan Shen had been separated for too long, and she couldn't wake up for a while.

Mo Yi came closer, hugged Qing'e horizontally, and wanted to go to Zhilang's courtyard to rest first.

Tilting Miao followed behind the two of them, feeling that her nose was a little sour, and she desperately swallowed something bitter into her stomach.

Zhilang regained his memory, but his temperament became much more depressed.

He sat quietly in the hall, surrounded by darkness and no palm lamp.

When he saw the three of them coming in, he only smiled faintly, a little bleak.

Mo Yi put Qing'e in the room, and he couldn't wake up for a while, he was a little anxious.

"That's... I shouted to Zhilang to take a look, he might have a way!" Qing'e felt that she was a little redundant next to her, neither standing nor sitting, so she turned around and ran towards the hall without waiting for him to answer.

Rushing forward with his head down, he didn't want to collide with Zhilang.

He rubbed his chest, looked at her with a smile and said, "Why are you so impatient? Can't you be quieter?"

"Xiao Lang!" tilted his face, with a panicked look on his face, "Go and see, Qing'e can't wake up!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you don't have anything to do with Qing'e, how can you care so much about her?" asked Zhilang.

Leaning Miao lowered her head, closed her eyes slightly, and whispered: "Where do I care about her." I just don't want to see him uncomfortable..."

Zhilang rarely saw her so depressed, he walked over slowly, patted the top of her hair, and said softly, "Let's go!

The two came to the room, and Zhilang carefully examined Qing'e.

"Although you have collected Qing'e's primordial spirit, this ukiyo-e mirror still has some influence on her. There is no major physical problem, but you have to sleep for another three days, so you can live in peace!"

Mo Yi nodded when he heard this.

Puzzled, he asked, "Zhilang, are you even so sure when Qing'e will wake up?"

"Naturally. ”

"So, are you also proficient in the art of Xuanhuang?" she asked.

"What's so hard about that?"

"Then you can show me, I have had a stubborn disease since I was a child!" said as he handed his wrist over.

Zhi Lang lightly put two fingers on her wrists, and his brow immediately furrowed.

"Have you ever taken any medications?"

"Kui Niu's leg bone meal. ”

Zhilang's eyes narrowed, and he said in his heart, sure enough, it was a lack of soul.

This disease is not an ordinary solution, and it is not a general problem.

He turned his eyes to look at Qing'e, and seemed to understand the reason why she was thrown into the ukiyo-e.

I don't know the truth, this disease can only be dragged by drugs at present, and if I don't tell her, I will be less troubled.

Seeing that he was hesitant, he asked timidly, "Zhilang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhilang pretended to smile lightly: "No, it's just a little complicated." But I think I can find a way to help you. ”

Tilting Miao sighed loudly: "Then why are you putting on such a serious expression! I thought I was dying soon! In fact, I was already used to an old disease, and it didn't matter if it was cured or not!"

After speaking, she looked at Mo Yi, who was still staring at Qing'e, and said in her heart, finally, a lover can finally become a family...

On the second day, he went to the village without incident.

The villagers are grateful for what she and Mo Yi have done.

The village chief smiled and said to her, "Thank you very much for everything you and Mo Gongzi have done, and I want to hold a bonfire to celebrate!"

Tilting Miao suddenly came to her senses, and her eyes widened: "Is there anything delicious?"

"Haha! Good food and wine, you can eat as much as you want!"

She clapped her hands and said with a smile, "That's good! I'll call Mo Yi and Zhi Lang when the time comes!

When everyone heard Zhilang's name, their expressions were dark.

The village chief was a little embarrassed and said, "Girl, don't provoke that person who escapes the world!"

"Why?"

"You know his ability, I'm afraid it's a few points higher than you and Mo Gongzi. We're afraid of getting into trouble, so we'd better stay away!" replied the village chief with a bitter face.

Tian Miao frowned: "You really misunderstood him! Village Chief, do you know that this village, the world outside Mangshan, every grass and tree, is made by Zhilang!"

The village chief was stunned and stunned.

She then said calmly: "The rumors that have existed for a long time are probably made up by Zhilang himself. Have you ever thought that his kind of power, if he wants to destroy you, it is only a matter of moving your fingers, where can you do it without provoking it? The village is at his feet, and if he doesn't like it, he's long gone. It's because I want to protect that I don't want to approach..."

In the end, her voice slowly weakened, as if talking about her own sadness.

Actually, isn't it the same between her and Mo Yi?

The village chief thought about it with difficulty, and finally suddenly realized.

He bowed to Tilt Miao and looked earnest: "Tilt girl, please bring him here! ”

She smiled softly and promised.

In the evening of the second day, there was a knock on the door of Zhilang's room.

She looked at his clothes, tilted her head and asked, "Xiao Lang, are you just wearing this color of clothes?"

"Huh?" Zhilang looked at her in confusion.

"Go and change your clothes, don't dress like a big black fish anymore!" I'll be waiting for you at the door, you come out quickly!" After saying that, without waiting for him to ask again, he quickly ran away.

Zhilang smiled helplessly, thought about it for a long time, put on a navy blue, and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

I saw Tilt Miao sitting on the stone table in the courtyard with his back to him, his legs swinging, very leisurely.

Hearing the footsteps, she looked back and smiled, that delicate appearance, not even half a minute of the gorgeous smoke on the horizon.

Zhilang was stunned, and felt that a light suddenly turned on in his heart, as if his mood that had been gloomy for a long time had finally cleared the rain.

Tilt Miao jumped down and went over to take his hand: "Let's go, let's go! or we'll be late!"

Her hands were weak and boneless, delicate and warm, and Zhilang was in a trance.

When he came to the door, he tilted his head and said, "You can follow me too!"

Only then did Zhilang realize that Mo Yi was also there, inexplicably, and there was a slight disappointment in his heart.

When he saw that he was going to the village, he asked, "Miao, where are we going?" You know, the people in the village don't want to see me. ”

He raised his hand and pointed to the distance, and said unhurriedly: "Look!"

I saw countless torches dancing up and down on the streets of the village, and the flames were soaring into the sky, like a giant dragon about to take off.

"The village chief said that they want to treat you as a guest, and today, you are the protagonist!"

"What does that mean? No... I'm not going!" Zhi Lang turned around and left, but was quickly grabbed by her eyes.

He tugged hard, but she mustered up all her strength and refused to let go.

Zhilang turned around and saw a very pitiful look.

Tilt Miao whispered: "Actually, I understand your feelings. It's just that if you don't try, how do you know that everyone can't understand each other? You and I are both demons, I can get along with them, why can't you? Everyone is waiting for you..."

Zhilang sighed helplessly and turned around.

He took a deep look at the sky above the village, and the night was not dotted with stars, but it was full of enthusiasm.

Zhilang tried to smile at her, thinking to himself, even if he had led thousands of demons, he really couldn't get rid of this kind of deep affection.