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Jun Li showed a faint smile.

He wasn't as great as the lady thought.

If you do something just to return everything to its original trajectory, but once the track of time is turned around, how many people will be havoc because of this?

The retribution he suffered was only the beginning.

After everything was settled, several people began to pack up and hit the road, Qingyue carried Mu Ruo, who was wrapped tightly in a shroud, and this body that was accumulated with bitter wood was like a piece of dead wood without weight on his back, which surprised Qingyue a lot: "At that time, you said that you would not let me be affected, I thought that this body weighed, but I am afraid that a four- or five-year-old child can easily carry it, it seems that the demon king, you still think that I am too delicate." ”

Jun Li looked at him with strange eyes.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be sorry for you in the future." Qianxue patted him on the shoulder intimately, and said in a slightly sympathetic tone: "This bitter wood is exactly like this, it will become heavier and heavier with the accumulation of time, and when he turns into a human form, it will be even more time to test your words, you can rest assured, for your burly body, you should be able to bear it." ”

After speaking, he passed by with a smile, leaving the stunned Qing Yue standing in place, as if he had thought of something, and chased after him: "Demon King Ang, I'm joking, if it's too heavy in the future, I can't carry it!" ”

Shouting along the way, the three of them walked north together.

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In the territory of Danfu, the clouds and mist curled, the figure of the person who was soaked in the clear pond was a little unclear, the Emperor of Heaven was only dressed in plain clothes, and his whole body was soaked in the water of the Taiqing Pond, he sat with his eyes closed, and he had maintained this posture for about seven days.

For seven days, the hustle and bustle followed his instructions, and no one came here to disturb his recuperation.

Most of the things in the past few days have been dealt with by several gods together, but the major events still refer to the opinions, and the seal of the coffin still needs to be handled by the leader of the gods, but the seven days of staying at home have made some gods a little worried, and rumors have begun to spread from time to time.

It is a big deal for the Emperor of Heaven to be injured and recuperate, but no one knows the mystery of this, and the only one who knows the hustle and bustle of the god is a dumb gourd that does not enter oil and salt, no matter how many people come to see him during this time, they are blocked back by the cold-faced god.

But the most worrying thing is the hustle and bustle.

He had been guarding this place for seven days.

The Emperor of Heaven would never have been in retreat for so long, and he did not say a word, when he was instructed to complete the matter and come back, but he was also blocked by this door, the Emperor of Heaven did not allow anyone to enter, his hand on the door page was sluggish, and from the voice of the Emperor of Heaven, he was also divided into a member who could not enter.

For the first time, he had been drawn a clear line, the thin door that could be shattered with a little force, but he had lost the courage.

On the seventh day, there was finally movement in the pool.

The figure of the Emperor of Heaven slowly emerged from the water, but there was no sound, and when he opened his eyes, the moment of clarity seemed to be the moment of dawn in the sky.

"The sky is high, there is no sun, moon and stars and it is not a myth, the earth is wide, and there is no world without all things."

He stood up, his soaked clothes falling into the pool, turning into a wisp of blood and merging into the water.

On the plain white boneless back, there are traces of the whipping of the Heavenly Thunder Pillar, overlapping in one place, shocking but like a blooming poignant flower.

The black smoke that had been hanging between his eyebrows also dissipated into the air between his breaths. But as if he was not used to his face being exposed in the air, he first put a gilded mask on his face,

"Looks like you're coming back to rest this time. With my help, the divine power that was devoured in your body has been fully recovered, right? ”

A voice came from the air, but the Emperor of Heaven ignored it, and with a wave of his hand, countless beautiful flowers bloomed on his naked body, wrapping his wounds and turning them into thin and gorgeous clothes.

"You didn't want to pay attention to me in the past, but I spent all my energy to help you this time, but you didn't even say a word of thanks, isn't it too ruthless?"

There seemed to be dissatisfaction in the voice.

The Heavenly Emperor's pace paused, and then he sneered, "Oh? Do you feel dissatisfied and disappointed? Wouldn't that be the best for me? ”

"You want to me off? Would this do you any good? The voice was stern: "Do you still want to be wrath of the thunder again?" ”

"Oh? If you want to come, you can come. The Emperor of Heaven turned his back to the side: "I've always been ignorant of current affairs, haven't you already known it?" ”

"Humph!"

"The one hundred and seventy-five wounds on my back are all your masterpieces, but why did I give up my choice because of this injury? If you want me to say, don't make yourself bored. ”

The rhetoric of the confrontation made the air tense suddenly.

The voice laughed loudly, shaking the heavens.

"I just like your unbending temper, if it were someone else, I am afraid that I would have given up fighting against me a long time ago, but you are the most interesting person I have ever met, you can rest assured, my enthusiasm for you has not dissipated, and I will not give up so easily. You continue to resist me like this, and make me feel more pleasure than ever!! Hahahaha!! ”

The voice faded away, leaving only the bohemian laughter, like the sound of a soul-locking, scratching at his heart.

"I was ruined and so excited when I just got up with a good rest, it's really ghostly." The Emperor frowned and walked down from the lotus platform barefoot, and as soon as his hand touched the door, he heard the sound of small footsteps outside.

"The hustle and bustle is here, welcome the emperor."

The low, powerful voice as usual sounded from behind the door, and he could even think of what it was like to be outside, someone he had carefully polished with his own hands. Dan's heart is still mixed with the world, and his body has entered the hustle and bustle, and the man's appearance seems to have undergone ten thousand knife cuts and sharpenings, from the sharpness at the beginning to the warmth.

Walking is a straight sword, and sitting is an immovable pine, what he wants is this rock-solid belief and the courage to move forward.

The hustle and bustle is like a lonely mark on the reef of the waves, guiding the lost to find their way.

But he himself has always been a lonely boat adrift, and he can never reach the shore.

I wonder who is more pathetic between them, an eternal wait, or a struggle in the waves but unable to reach the shore?

This is probably an unsolvable proposition.

The door slowly opened, and a familiar figure walked out from inside, not seen for seven days, his figure seemed to be more slender, and he didn't look up, looking at the pair of barefoot feet on the ground, round feet, slender ankles, and oncoming water vapor, which made him stunned in place.

"Your Majesty, put your shoes on."

Dusty took out his boots from the side.

The Emperor walked to the pavilion and sat down, but instead of being as lazy as before, he straightened his back as if a sword had pierced his spine, forcing him to make such a tense gesture.

He seemed to be on guard against something.

Thinking like this, he leaned over to help him put on his shoes, but the Emperor of Heaven shook his legs carelessly, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but he always refused to settle down honestly.

After a pounce, the shoes that had just been put on were thrown out again.

Dust hustle picked up the shoes back, but he still refused to be honest, so repeatedly, when he tried to catch the dexterous foot, but he looked up and saw him looking into the distance, the top of the kun was shrouded in fairy energy, his eyes opened slightly, like a finch that had been alarmed by the branches.

"The flower is about to fall."

Dusty looked at his line of sight from afar, and saw the Su plum blossom he said, when the Emperor of Heaven was the prince of Huadian, he treated all flowers equally, and took care of them like lovers. But he didn't love Su Mei and moved it to the corner of the backyard, allowing it to grow and die.

But at this time, he looked at the Sumei.

"When the flowers fall, they will only bloom again, so why should you be sad."

Taking advantage of the Heavenly Emperor's relaxation of the strength under his feet, he hurriedly put his shoes on his feet.

The Heavenly Emperor shook his head with some sadness in his eyes.

"What's going on lately?"

"There was a rebellion in Xizhou, and he was subdued by the king of Xizhou, Yinxi, but he was also injured by Yinglong's poison because of this, and I am afraid that he will have to recuperate at home for several days before he can come back."

"There has been some friction between the King of Zhou Wu and the Lord of Yifeng, border disputes have arisen one after another, and some exiles have come to the Protoss to ask for protection—"

While grinding ink for him, he told the Emperor of Heaven everything in detail, he listened half-closed, and the pen and ink hanging in the air moved silently, and the heavenly machine was hidden.

However, when using the aura, he suddenly felt a trace of stagnation hidden in it, he retracted his pen as much as he could, raised his eyes and said, "Just let them do these things." ”

"But Fang Yin's matter, don't you really need me to meddle in? That evil beast, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with, my sword is quenching blood, and its poison is counterservant, if I don't go, I'm afraid it will attract the criticism of the Fangyin people, and let our gods have the suspicion of sneering them. ”

The Emperor of Heaven said: "This matter is not a matter that requires your action, Fang Yin's place, just let the Xuantian soldiers go, these soldiers have already been ignoring the war for a long time, first of all, I am afraid that they are wide and fat, and they have already lost the ability they should have, and it is time for them to go and open a front." ”

"Since you said so, then I will command it immediately."

When he walked towards that place, his figure was a little hesitant, but this moment of suddenness made the Heavenly Emperor call his footsteps.

"Is there anything you haven't told me yet?"

"There is no ......" The hustle and bustle of talking and stopping all fell into his eyes.

"Since you don't, then you can step down." The Emperor of Heaven closed his eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, a heavy mist appeared in the territory of the Dan Float.

The hustle and bustle stood outside, wandering several times, and finally left without a word.

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