"No problem, old woman, you go and ask the Empress to come, just say that we have something to say about Mo Ziqing in Qianmo City......"

……

***

Luo Hengbo held Qinglian in his hand, trying to realize the divine language of that day, but he couldn't enter the state.

Mo Ziqing said that if she could refine Qinglian, it would be more suitable for her than the Book of Heaven, which was suitable for the use of qualified gods, without a certain amount of origin and knowledge, and could not give full play to the greatest effect of the Book of Heaven.

She also wanted to refine this green lotus, not to mention anything else, this green lotus woke Mo Ziqing up, this magical effect made her grateful, in case Mo Ziqing encountered any danger, she didn't panic in her heart.

It's a pity that it's not lawless!

She had forgotten that divine word.

In this way, Luo Hengbo didn't know that after sitting in this posture for a few days, the blue lotus in his hand was still in a budding state, and it closed as it was after the last bloom.

She was calm, and then calm.

I no longer think about Mo Ziqing, I no longer think about my baby, I no longer think about the terrible situation in Shangxuan, I only have the word Qinglian in my heart......

Suddenly, Luo Hengbo heard a burst of laughter.

Silver bell, like the voice of an innocent little girl who doesn't know anything about the world, Luo Hengbo heard this voice, very curious, and then condensed for a while, she gradually saw a piece of emerald green......

It is like connecting the sky and the earth, and it is a lotus pond that cannot be seen.

In the layers of lotus leaves, there is a little girl in green clothes jumping by the water, like a fairy in the lotus pond flying away, shuttling freely, so unhappy.

Even if she is alone, her happiness can infect a lotus pond.

……

Suddenly, one day, a fierce little boy broke into the lotus pond and chased her for hundreds of miles......

The little boy fainted, and the little girl in Tsing Yi stopped and tiptoed back to save him......

……

"You let go of me, you bad people!" The angry voice of the little girl in Tsing Yi, one of her arms was broken off alive and put into her mouth.

The great pain gave her the strength to resist.

The little girl began to murmur a whisper......

In this beautiful and pure sound like an elf, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond for hundreds of miles are in full bloom one after another.

The voice grew louder and clearer, and more and more powerful......

There is a breeze in the sky and the earth, there is a bright moon on it, the gods of the four directions, the heart moves with the lotus, the hope is reproduced, the blessing is full of my heart, the sound of the lotus lotus, all descend to my body, please the lotus blooms, give the fragrance full, and the blessing is to the common people......

Luo Hengbo was still in the shock and artistic conception of the voice, she didn't know that the weakness caused by her body giving birth to a child, as well as the fatigue and loss of her mind, were all unconsciously recovered.

Something seemed to be about to burst out of her body......

***

It is an open place, located in the center of the eight islands.

Mo Yan, Ying Wusheng, Su Xingxian, Ji Changtian and other high-ranking members of the human race, as well as Luo Yueying, Bweisi and other disciples gathered here.

Mo Yan took the transport flag handed by Ying Wusheng, and said with a smile: "This time it is expected to be combined into four flags, thanks to the shadow friends, we will all remember it." ”

"Where to say, just follow the trend, the old man, as a human race, should do his best."

Everyone was polite, Mo Yan waved his hand, and the flag in his hand was thrown high, and then, with a touch of his hand, three other flags were thrown up.