The realm of the gods is like a dream.

The clouds here are steaming and misty, the cranes are singing endlessly, and the immortals are abundant, which is the most lively place in the god world on weekdays. The gods sat together in piles, or drinking tea, or gossiping, or joking.

A huge mulberry tree stands in one corner, its branches and leaves are connected, the shade is luxuriant, lush, even the sun does not penetrate a bit, and the shade under the tree is pleasant, which is the perfect place to play chess.

On the edge of the chess table sat two crane-haired and childish gods, playing chess calmly and leisurely, with a shining immortal body, quite a fairy wind and bones.

Among them, the gray-robed Divine Monarch, who looked slightly younger, stroked his gray beard after dropping a chess piece, and asked, "I heard that the Water God entrusted Naruo Li to Emperor Zeyan of Qingchen Palace?"

The white-robed Divine Monarch on the opposite side raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said with a slight sigh, "Yes, in a few days, she will be feathered, if she is still young, and the big and small immortals in the divine realm have been provoked by 'him', who wants to take care of 'him'?"

"However, the emperor has been in the world for many years, how can he care about this matter?"

The white-robed Divine Monarch shook his head, and he couldn't understand it, how could they speculate about the emperor's thoughts.

"The emperor is really miserable, if he is not burned, he will definitely not be cool!" said the gray-robed god monarch sympathetically, and then said, "I heard that Emperor Zeyan is the most tired of women, but unfortunately if he is a man, otherwise I really want to see 'him' being troubled." He sneered, and the corners of his mouth shook with his gray beard.

"You don't care if the emperor likes women, look at the chess game, you lost!" The white-robed Shenjun glanced at him quite proudly, "Say yes, invite me to drink the Hundred Flowers Brew, don't break your promise!"

The gray-robed Shenjun looked down at the chessboard carefully, the chess game was exquisite, he was careless when he spoke just now, but he was just a child, and sighed helplessly, "Hey... Well, well, it's better to hit the day than to choose a day, go now, bad luck..."

On the mulberry tree, behind the lush branches and leaves, a pair of tender white hands brushed away the leaves in front of him, and his aura eyes looked at the backs of the two gods who walked away, his little face was full of anger, he spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and cursed, "Phew, old immortal thing, dare to gossip about me?" believe it or not..."

"If you leave—"

Xian'e, dressed as a white gauze maid, ran over, panting and looking at the people on the tree, "Quick, Zhishui Shenshe, she's about to die..."

If you jump off the branch, frown, and fly away without saying a word.

Mother Goddess ......

Mizujin Palace, inside the dormitory.

On the beautiful bed, Zhishui was lying dying, with no pain or sadness on her beautiful face. As a god, life and death have long been put aside, and feathering is only the best destination in the infinite time.

Ruoli outside the hall straightened out her somewhat messy clothes, and she knew that the mother goddess liked to be neat and tidy the most. Stepping forward, he walked to the couch softly, squatted down, held Zhishui's hand, the tentacles were cold, where was the warmth of the past, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"Mother Goddess. Ruoli called softly, even today, the mother goddess is still the most beautiful god in the divine realm, and it doesn't look like she is about to be feathered at all.

After hearing the voice, Zhishui slowly opened her eyes, as if she had exhausted all her strength, her pale face was even more tired, and her phoenix eyes were filled with deep reluctance and reluctance.

"Li'er...", the lips opened slightly, and the breath was faint.

Ruoli hid the moisture in his eyes, and said with a smile, "The mother goddess actually made such a joke and called Lan Meng to find me, saying that you are dying..."

Zhishui raised her slender hand with difficulty, wiped Ruoli's tears, and her eyes were full of love that could not be dissolved, "Don't cry, do you still listen to the words of the mother goddess?"

"Hmm!" Holding her hand, Ruoli nodded in a choked voice. People outside all say that if you leave and cause trouble everywhere, only Zhishui is consistent with Ruoli, no scolding, no alienation, this may be the warmest protection that you can give your children as a mother.

The corners of Zhishui's mouth raised slightly, and she said weakly, "Good boy, you must remember that the mother god explained to you, daughter, don't let people find out." ”

"Well, Li'er remembered, the mother goddess didn't talk so much, so she could rest. Ruoli twisted the cloud quilt and sobbed.

Ruoli is the divine baby conceived by the Water God Palace's Pure Water Lotus, and Zhishui deceived the entire God Realm, concealed her identity as a goddess, and declared that she was the son of the god who could not succeed to the position of the Water God, and the reason for this was probably about to be taken away by her, and no one knew it again.

"Go ahead. Zhishui waved her hand lightly and closed her eyes.

If he took a few steps away, he knelt on his knees, knocked his head hard, tears slid down, and he got up and stopped looking at the person on the couch.

When she turned to leave, she didn't see that Zhishui's long eyelashes trembled violently, and the tears dripping down were cold, sad, and painful.

The god of water feathered, and the funeral song echoed in every corner of the divine realm, sad and sad.

In order to commemorate her departure, the Heavenly Monarch Quasi-Tianling Palace rang the bell for her for three days to show her life's achievements.

The matter of the rain is presided over by the Dragon King of the Four Seas, adjusting the rain of the four seasons alternately, and holding the great river of the world running.

From then on, there was no water god in the divine realm.

As if to commemorate her departure, even the dreamy realm fell into a silence, not like the flowers of the past, the warblers singing and dancing.

Leaning against the largest mulberry tree, looking into the distance, that was the direction from which the funeral song had come from, the place where she had grown, where her only affection had been, but there was no warmth anymore.

"Yo! Isn't this the famous Ruoli?"

There was a burst of laughter behind her, no need to look back, Ruoli had already guessed who it was, she didn't want to cause trouble today, and she was going to leave without looking back, as if she hadn't heard him.

The man seemed to be annoyed, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ruoli's arm, and drank coldly, "Want to run?" After speaking, he shook Ruoli's body hard and threw it hard at the trunk.

Ruoli frowned painfully, but regained his composure in the blink of an eye, and looked coldly at the man with a smug face.

He is a dragon in Songming Valley, the wind is howling, and he has a blood relationship with the Heavenly Monarch that cannot be beaten, not to mention the domineering, and he also flirts with the goddess Xian'e everywhere.

"What's the matter, if you don't have anyone to protect you, you won't be able to stand up, right?" grabbed Ruoli's hand and made a dark effort, smiling cruelly. This Ruoli, who used to dare to take advantage of the support of the water god and repeatedly sabotage his good deeds, today is the time to liquidate.

Although it is good to provoke trouble, in the eyes of the goddesses and fairies, she is not doing all evil, but fighting grievances and acting bravely, so that they can be saved from the cruelty of the wind.

"What are you? just a bedbug!" Ruoli couldn't bear it anymore, and looked back at him without showing weakness, and in her determined eyes, she was not softened by the dark energy that the wind had exerted on her.

What he hated the most was that others put his beak on his background, and withdrew the hand that was pressed on Ruoli's shoulder, his eyes were vicious, "Do you think that the emperor will really take you in? I advise you to die of this heart, from now on, if you leave, you will be an abandoned dog, no one cares about and no one teaches an abandoned dog!" After speaking, the big palm flashed fluorescently, and he slapped Ruoli without leaving any room.

"Poof-", she only felt a fishy sweetness in her throat, she couldn't swallow it, and it squirted into her mouth and sprinkled on the ground, bright red, shocking.

Looking at the wind that was walking away, Ruoli held on to the broken left shoulder bone and sat up with difficulty. Although her divine power is weak, she may be able to resist one or two of the situation just now, but today is the day when the mother goddess leaves, and she doesn't want to provoke right and wrong, so that she will not feel at ease when she leaves.

After simply dealing with the injury, Ruoli flew up the tree, hid behind the dense leaves, and curled up, hiding the fragility of not wanting to be seen through.

The wind blew, and there was a white figure on the branches, and after his appearance, there was a faint fragrance of tea wafting in the air, which made people peaceful and calm. The man looked condescendingly at Ruoli, who was holding his head and trembling, and his noble voice swept by.

"Have you had enough crying?"