Yan Chiyu gave Bao Xinbao a look, and the latter understood what he meant, and didn't squeak again.

Huo Zijin bowed, "Thank you." ”

He walked outside the main hall, his long jade body standing in the night sky, and behind him was the little smoke and sparks that had fallen on the curtain call.

"Ahhhh

"Look—"

There was a lot of noise, and everyone looked at the place where the light came from. They tilted their heads back, their eyes flashing with shock, excitement, excitement and indescribable emotion.

"Oh my God, is it really the god of wind?"

"It can't be a projection, right? The projection technology is also very good now. ”

"Jimei, Fengshen is so handsome, I'm in love!"

The Temple of the Winds, the screams outside tumbled in one after another, wrapped in the dull heat of summer.

Tao Yingzhi looked at the girl she had invited to help, "Classmate Wu Yue, please help me." ”

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She gritted her teeth and said, "Help me restore the statue." ”

"Wait for the god of wind to come in, and you will discuss it yourself. To repair the statue, Huo Zijin needs to cooperate, if he refuses, it is useless for you to think about it. Wu Yue said calmly.

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The god of wind came uninvited and appeared in the night sky.

Tourists in the square took out their cameras and mobile phones to take pictures and record videos. However, they soon found out that there was no way, there was no way to record it. In their mobile phones, there is no reflection of the appearance of the wind god.

When everyone asked questions in surprise and exchanged heads. The wind god bent down and bowed, and his figure was like ink dyed on rice paper, spreading out little by little, blending with the night. The white clothes spread out, spreading the sky.

In another moment, the fireworks rushed into the sky, blooming with sparkling flowers, large clusters, drilling into everyone's eyes.

The fireworks are in full bloom, and the hearts of mortals are happy.

……

The sound of the statue cracking was like thunder, and the white figure paced from outside.

"I've lived a long time, and it's time to come to an end." Huo Zijin had an indifferent smile on his face, and the gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes was indulgent.

Tao Yingzhi gritted her teeth fiercely and shouted in her heart: "Why do you all have to make decisions for me? Pretend to know me very well, have you ever understood me? Do you understand me? I don't need anyone, including you, the god of wind, what a curse, isn't that mine? We don't know what you endure! ”

She asked in a trembling voice.

Huo Zijin was not angry, and he still had that gentle smile on his face.

Looking at the angry girl, he calmly taught: "Listen to me obediently and accept any decision I make." ”

"Don't!"

Tao Yingzhi clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, and her body trembled slightly.

The man in white shook his figure and teleported to the girl, but in an instant, his index finger tapped in front of her forehead, and the white light lingered on his fingertips, flying in the air, exuding a holy aura.

Tao Yingzhi's pupils trembled.

She couldn't move—

Tears slipped down her face and into her slightly open lips, astringent and salty.

Let me speak! Let me speak!

"Zhizhi." Huo Zijin slowly withdrew his hand, very slowly, very slowly. His eyes traced and outlined the girl's eyebrows, and suddenly he curled his lips and smiled: "Thank you, the sugar is very sweet." ”

He tilted his head to look at where the statue was—there, cracks were forming one after another, and the statue could no longer hold on, and there was a shadow hooked in the shaking.

"Huo Zijin, Zheng Shaorong asked me to say hello to you." Bao Xinbao suddenly spoke.

"I see." Huo Zijin nodded lightly and smiled slightly. Turning around and walking towards the shattering statue, Bao Xinbao's voice sounded behind him again: "He went to reincarnate." ”

Stopping in front of the statue, Huo Zijin did not look back: "Curse." Zhizhi's birthday. ”

Fengshen Square, a city breeze sweeping.

From now on, Wucheng, there is no more Windy City, and there is no Huo Zijin in the world.