In the dimly lit study, an old man with a white beard sat on the floor.

The old man looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, and he frowned and looked at the chess pieces in front of him.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, but the old man did not look back, but said:

"You're here."

The person behind him stopped, was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice:

"Still there's no way?"

When the old man heard this, he turned around and looked at the person who spoke up:

"Emperor Ye, you should have understood."

That's right, the person who came was Emperor Ye.

"yes...... Even as an old god, you can't do anything, I still want to change, you want to say that I can't do it, right? ”

The Ye Dynasty took a step back, the cold face on his handsome face had long been shattered, and some were only painful.

The scene was a little depressing.

"Tell me, how can I save her?"

After a long pause, Emperor Ye asked again.

"Are you sure you want to save?"

The old god raised his head, and his cloudy eyes were silver, and they became bright in an instant.

"Save!"

Almost the answer to the question.

"That's fine." The old god shook his head and took out something in his arms, "Ten thousand years ago, you were a demon and you had already saved her once, not much more this time, no less this time, if you want to save it, save it." ”

The old god finally found what he wanted in his arms, but he didn't have any plans to give it to Emperor Ye.

"It's just that the price is very heavy......

"Needless to say, I can afford any price!"

Emperor Ye interrupted him.

Isn't it?

Fifty thousand years ago, in order to save Mi Qian, Emperor Ye and Mo Heng paid a huge price.

Except for one person who was cut off for 10,000 years of cultivation, Emperor Ye was forced to fall into the reincarnation of eternity, and Mo Heng is still sealed until now.

The old god sighed: "Is it worth it?"

"Of course...... Worth. ”

The true origin of Mi Qian, Emperor Ye knows better than anyone else.

But so what?

As long as it's for her, it's worth any price, even if it's ...... His life.

"Alas, look!"

The old god handed over the things in his hand to Emperor Ye, it was a prophecy.

Emperor Ye swept it quickly, and then sent out a fire, burning the prophecy directly.

"Hey! Stinky boy, don't burn it! That's the Scroll of the Afterlife! ”

Seeing Emperor Ye's burning prophecy, the old god was so distressed that he hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it.

As a result, the prophecy was not grabbed, but it made people see his true mask--- it was Mu Qing!

"It's already burning."

Emperor Ye dodged quietly, very calmly.

"That's it, I'll find a way to get rid of the hatred in the future!"

Old Shenzi, oh no, it was Mu Qing who swayed and sat back in his seat.

"Stinky boy, do you want a bottle of Forget Worry Water? Drink it before that, so that it will not cause any trouble. ”

Mu Qing asked.

Emperor Ye shook his head and refused: "Forget it." No matter how good the water is, you can't forget the thousand-year-old fate. ”

"What a group of persistent kids."

Watching Emperor Ye leave the study step by step, Mu Qing sighed again: "I only hope you can survive that catastrophe......

……

"What does the Mother Goddess mean by breaking the seal of the Demon Heng?"

Ya Asa carried the teapot and not only made tea slowly.

The movement is fluid and delicate, like an art.

The brewed tea was fragrant, and Mi Qian handed a cup to Su Rou.

"Yes."

Su Rou nodded, and then took a sip of tea, the aroma lingering in her mouth.

"But Moheng's punishment is a sentence from the heavens! It's a bit of a problem......"

Mi Qian thought for a while, but still embarrassed to say his thoughts.