The little face that was once as ruddy as an apple is now pale and terrible, the original pair of bright black eyes, at this time full of bloodshot eyes, and more frightened, the chapped lips were bitten white by her, like a dying person.

"Eighth sister, don't be afraid that I will let you out of here."

The distress came from the deepest part of my heart, hugging her tightly, for fear that she would also become this yellow sand leaking through her fingers.

Seeing her like this, he felt sad to death, if he didn't agree with the proposal of the immortals at that time and urged the dragon soul crystal in her body, then she would not be lured to this wild place, and she would not become this appearance of being half dead.

Why wasn't he selfish at that time, he had to keep her in the thirty-nine heavens, and it would be good if he didn't take her down, but he just couldn't see her aggrieved appearance, and he couldn't see the bright eyes of pleading, which was to spoil her or hurt her after all.

However, he is the only god worshiped by all walks of life in this world, how can he have affection, how can he have affection for a little girl who is only a teenager, he said to himself that he can't have affection, and he can't afford to give her. He obeyed the destiny of heaven, and by her, she was what she is today.

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It's that he's too conceited, too self-righteous, thinking that if he's a god, he's omnipotent, and even if there's any danger, it can be resolved as long as he's in sight. He never thought that this was far beyond his control, watching her step into this wild place, but there was no way to help her, he finally panicked, and did not hesitate to use his mana to deal with the stubbornness of the fairy world, forcing the stubborn group to tell him the entrance to the wilderness, this hell on earth that was completely out of his control. He knew that when he came in, don't think about going out of the city, the anger here will make any god and immortal life worse than death, and he can't use any mana, and in a hurry, he will not hesitate to destroy his noble status as a god, and cultivate, and go into the wilderness alone.

Those old stubborns categorically would not let the fox eight sisters go out so easily, he understood that the fairy world was afraid, afraid of the fox eight sisters' cultivation today, even if the entire fairy world was reasonable, it was not her opponent, and with the power of the dragon soul crystal, it was even more invincible, but the fox eight sisters were so simple, how could they be enemies of the fairy world and the eight desolations of the world, it was really a lot of worry.

He suddenly realized what a big mistake he had made, mistakenly thinking that the fairy world represented all justice, but he didn't expect that there was such a selfish side, just because he was afraid of the mana of the fox eighth sister for a few days, afraid that she could subvert the entire three realms and six worlds, and mistakenly thought that he could protect her, even if he began to see through all this, he predicted this result and let her go, but he didn't expect that there were places in this world where his mana could not be reached, watching her enter the wilderness, but when he couldn't find the entrance, he was anxious and regretted.

"Eighth sister, you blame me, hate me! It's because I'm too conceited, I always think that there are only things in this world that I don't want to protect, and there are no things I can't protect. ”

The eighth sister of the fox was silent, her tired eyelids blinked, dripping blood-red tears, as if to say, "I don't blame you, this is fate." ”

"What is a fate, who wrote it-"

Mohua Shenjun gently wiped the blood and tears from the corners of her eyes for her, which were hotter than the tears that dripped on his palms last time, and he could hardly touch them. The moment the hot wipe was wiped off, it made him rebound like an electric shock, but he couldn't act too aggressively, and he couldn't let the eighth sister notice, so he shrank his hand and wiped it for her.

"Eighth sister, you remember, they all say that this wheel of fate is providential, but now I think otherwise, this fate is in your own hands, don't drag it in the hands of others, promise me, okay?"

The eighth sister of the fox blinked slowly, which was an answer. She didn't have the strength to answer him, she was really tired, every part of her body hurt so much, she just wanted to end it quickly, and she could still see him before turning into dust, although she didn't see the person she missed day and night, but she was still very pleased, at least the god who was admired by people and gods, and it was also a great satisfaction to be able to see him before he died.

Mohua Shenjun's good-looking peach blossom eyes smiled at her gently, doting, distressed - thousands of words turned into a smile, turned into a sweet and gentle kiss, gently imprinted on the forehead, inseparable.

The eighth sister of the fox only felt that her face was wet and cold, and she couldn't tell whether it was the saliva or tears of his kiss.

Holding back the pain, he pulled out a smile.

Glancing at the aperture that was slowly shrinking, there was no extra time to waste, Mohua Shenjun looked at the whirlwind formed by the dense aura in the distance, swept in with a sneering lightning, sat cross-legged on the sand, helped the fox Bamei to barely support her to sit opposite him, put her hands together, formed a palm wind, and slapped on the big vertebral acupoint, Tao Dao acupoint, body pillar acupoint, Shendao acupoint, Zhiyang acupoint, and spine acupoint, and gave her half of his cultivation to help her escape from the wilderness.

Fox Bamei only felt that the pain in her body had decreased a lot, not that every cell was in pain, and her eyes were not sloppy, and she slowly began to focus.

Slowly turning his head, looking at the cultivation that Mohua Shenjun had been spending continuously, he understood all this.

Seeing her turn her head, Mohua Shenjun showed a charming smile to her: "Don't worry!" You'll be able to get out of it. ”

After speaking, I saw the white light push forward, and the fox eight sisters flew straight towards the aperture like a kite with a broken string.

Looking at that peach-colored smile, the fox girl shook her head unhindered, and shouted hoarsely: "No-no"

Mohua Shenjun looked at the eighth sister of the fox and sighed lightly: "Take care of yourself, I will find a way to go back, you take the first step, if anyone in the three realms and six realms embarrass you, you will wait for me in the thirty-nine heavens and outer heavens, remember——"

The eighth sister of the fox stretched out her hands to him hard, shook her head, and opened her mouth to shout: "Don't, don't!" But he was hoarse and couldn't make a sound. I couldn't hold anything with my hands. The body flew straight towards the aperture.

The brain only felt unconscious, in chaos, and seemed to be in the long yellow sand, slightly suffocating, as if it was just a space that only existed in legends, not in the Three Realms and Six Realms, in a slow mind, and also returned to the Three Realms.

Seeing the ray of sunshine in the sky from the beginning, the fox eighth sister felt particularly dazzling, and hurriedly reached out to cover her eyes. As if she was a little uncomfortable with the environment and air, the hard ground made her a little unsteady on her feet, and her legs and feet were weak.

Hurriedly holding on to a willow tree on the side, the voices of people were boiling, and the sandalwood burned by Miao Miao was scattered in the air, and the pilgrims continued.

It turned out that she landed next to the Sansheng Stone in Hujia Village, which was still as lively as before the accident, the same incense was in full bloom, and the wishing tree was tied with vines and red silk. The fox eight sisters looked at the tree covered with red silk in a daze, purple petals, with blood-red eye color, red like human blood, trumpet-shaped flowers floating in the air, swinging a beautiful arc, floating in a circle. It's like a small umbrella floating in mid-air.

"Sycamore—"

The fox eighth sister stretched out her hand to take one, squinted her eyes slightly, and filled her little face with a long-lost smile, as if she saw her favorite thing, she gently put it in front of the tip of her nose and took a deep breath, the taste was so familiar.

"The girl knows this, this wishing tree is spiritual, just like the Sansheng Stone, it is here overnight, and the flowers on it are undefeated, full of flowers, and it is the sacred tree of Yaochi in the sky." The stall next to him drew lots, dry, white-bearded, and the old man and the fox eight sisters talked endlessly.

"Really?"

"Yes, believe it or not, you see that it is full of wishing belts, all thrown by pious people, the higher the wish, the more it can be fulfilled."

The eighth sister didn't look at him, but just smiled stupidly at the plane tree.

"The girl saw that you were so devout to the wishing tree, and she knew its name, it was fate, so I will give you this red silk!" The old man who drew lots presented the red ribbon of the day with both hands.

The eighth sister of the fox glanced at him, her eyes were full of sincerity, so she took the red silk and asked, "What do you want?" ”

"The little old man is all over the age, has no relatives and no relatives, is alone, and has no worries. I just want to have more pilgrims every day, the incense is vigorous, the business here is naturally good, and the life is naturally not worried, and you can live for a long time, which is content. The dry little old man stroked his white beard, and looked satisfied when he thought about it.

Fox Bamei walked to his stall, picked up the quill on the inkstone, wrote down two words, and agreed. With a backhand throw, he threw it effortlessly to the very top of the plane tree, and looked at the leaves without looking at it. He smiled at the white-bearded old man, "Your wish will come true." As soon as he turned around, he floated up to the clouds.

The white-bearded old man was stunned in surprise, his mouth was wide open to stuff an egg, one hand was on his forehead, he squinted incredibly at the red silk fluttering at the top, wondering how she could do it without looking at it, but with a backhand throw to the top of her mouth, and it was still flying with the wind.

When he reacted, he exclaimed, "The fairy has appeared." ”

All around were a prostration, and the sound of prostrations came and went.

The eighth sister of the fox sat on the top of the clouds, watching all living beings constantly bow to her cloud head, not happy or sad, her heart was wooden, and she looked at the plane tree that kept blooming and falling, or full of flowers, why is it here.

Did the master move it here? Why did he move it here, didn't he like Eighth Sister? My mind was full of questions. I want to find out right away.

As soon as he lifted his breath, he drove the clouds and flew in the direction of the Phantom Sword Pavilion.

Stop and go all the way, fast at one time, slow at the other, I want to find the master quickly and ask for an understanding, but I am afraid that he will say that he doesn't like the fox eight sisters. My heart was full of anxiety.

Between this heaven and earth, the vastness is boundless, she has no place to go, no place to stay, even if Mohua Shenjun tries his best to cultivate to save her from the wilderness.

But her heart is not lonely than in the wilderness, and she doesn't know where to go. Quietly drifted back to the sky above Hujia Village, staring blankly at the plane tree dancing in the wind, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and his heart was so desolate.

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder from the Heavenly Palace Yao Pool, a gust of wind howled, and the white clouds were hung in pieces, and even the clouds she was sitting on shook a few times.

"Cloud-breaking fan, it's the seventh brother-"