Fu Cang's body shook slightly, and the misty light slowly overflowed from between his eyebrows, but he didn't fall asleep like Yanxia last time, and his dark and deep eyes only looked at her fixedly.

Eyes intertwined, silent.

Is this the Heavenly Divine Monarch or the Nether Boy? Xuanyi didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it, no matter who it was, she would watch him quietly until it was over.

After a long time, those focused eyes finally closed, and he slowly went limp.

Xuanyi touched his face, he seemed to be asleep, and his expression was peaceful.

You won't have nightmares again, will you?

The spirit chief landed on the mouth of Fu Cang's heart and probed: "This body is dead, presumably because of the karma but the spiritual vibration, it is not easy to catch up so coincidentally." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a thin ray of light rushing out from the top of Fu Cang's head, and everything was broken, turning into thousands of points of light and dissipating. Very good, the numerology line is also broken, and this mission to protect the lower realm of the Fucang God Monarch has finally come to an end.

The pickets poured over with relief on their faces, and everyone was very happy that this karma had finally come to an end, and it was rare for this wayward princess to do it herself to such an extent, which was really unexpected, and they thought that she would be troublesome and run away halfway.

Seeing Xuanyi standing silently on the edge of the cliff, his expression was extremely calm, and he didn't know what she was thinking for a while, so he comforted her softly: "Princess, after Fucang Shenjun returns to the upper realm, he should remember this experience......

Remember, I don't know if it's a cloud-like obstacle to the past. He did not want to say it, but added, "You may be reconciled." ”

Xuanyi said lightly: "I know." Go away, and don't bother me. ”

The spirit chief had no choice but to nod, and said softly: "We have to send the mortal body of the Fucang Divine Monarch back to the Qingdi Temple, princess ......"

She didn't answer, she just turned her body on her back.

The picket spirit officer held up the corpse that had not yet cooled down with wind and clouds, his arm hung down softly, and suddenly a golden thing fell to the ground from his sleeve, and the spirit officer hurriedly picked it up, but it was a golden ring of hair, which was entwined with thousands of strands of gold wire, and peonies the size of rice grains were dotted among them, which was luxurious and exquisite.

"Is this the princess's golden ring?" he handed it over.

Xuanyi silently held the gold ring in the palm of his hand, this villain, secretly hid her gold ring, or was he afraid that she would disappear suddenly?

But this time she really didn't want to disappear, and she didn't want to leave, just in this bubble-like illusory nether, she wanted to spend some time with him.

She turned her back again, looking out at half of the city surrounded by greenery below.

The turbid wind was like the paste he used to paste the talisman paper, and the strands were wrapped around the hair on his body, and Xuanyi used to hate this feeling very much, but in the nether these days, she seems to be slowly getting used to it.

It's time to go back to the upper realm, she has done everything she should do, let everything that has been crooked return to the beginning, and their evil fate ends here.

But she didn't even want to leave yet, and it seemed like she was really going to leave him. She didn't want to leave him yet, she was always so willful.

If only the heart could be like snow, and freeze it into the hardest shape, all this would not happen, and the prayers in her heart that would never have appealed to her mouth at this moment would not have boiled and rolled like this.

If...... If she had been waiting here, would it have ......

She didn't dare to think about it, it turned out that her heart was not as cold and hard as she imagined. With her eyes open, her heart jumped down, facing the affection that made her look like a flood beast, she thought that she could do it very beautiful and cold, clapped her hands and returned to the upper realm, and from then on, she and the ice-like loneliness will always return to Zhongshan, and it will be possible for thousands of years.

But that sentence of liking is heartfelt, once she says it, she can only be slaughtered. He took her heart away.

Xuanyi didn't remember how long he had been standing on the edge of the cliff, the zenith was a small sun for a while, and then it turned into a small moon, and after repeating it several times, finally there was nothing, dark clouds covered the mountain, and the autumn rain drenched the leaves of the emperor mulberry, and the sound of a low squirrel, as if those suppressed cries, after he left, they were about to start to emerge again.

She suddenly turned around and jumped into the sea of clouds, she would not let them emerge again, she was different from A-Niang, she would never become A-Niang, never.

When he returned to the Qingdi Temple, the hustle and bustle caused by the sudden death of Fucang in this life had all dissipated, and everything was quiet again.

Xuanyi walked into the small courtyard where he had lived for seventeen years, and the leaves on the pear tree had already turned yellow, and there would never be a teenager doing strange morning classes under the tree again.

Pushing open the door, the house was still the same, and the peach tree fairy also carefully cleaned up and taught the place to be clean. The green robe he often wears is casually draped on the quilt, and at the head of the bed is Yin Yun, who has a story about killing the tiger on the road, and the white paper on which the two of them wrote the dragon character is still spread on the bookcase, and the ink in the inkstone has dried up.

She folded the white paper and put it in her sleeve, summoned her hand, and put all the snow gadgets on the bookshelf into her arms, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around ruthlessly and floated out of the moon window.

The Peach Tree Immortal told her that the mortal body of Fucang had been sent back to the royal family, as if because of his fate with the immortal family, they knew that he would not live long, so they had prepared a cemetery for him early, and he was buried on a lonely hill in the imperial tomb.

Xuanyi went over and looked at him. In fact, she didn't know what a cemetery was, it turned out that after mortals died, they had to build a tomb and put their corpses in it, which was better than their gods, and they would not leave anything after they were destroyed, only to return to the god realm with pure qi.

In this life, as the Seventh Prince, Fucang's tomb is huge and magnificent, and there is a stone carving in front of the tomb carrying a huge stone tablet, which reminds her of the Qingqiu Tomb.

Xuanyi reached out and patted Shi Xuan's head.

Don't sleep, get up.

...... Of course no one will get up.

Xuanyi sighed, sat on the back of the scum, and looked up at the vast night. The dark clouds have dispersed, and the sky is full of stars and moons. The moon in the mortal world is so small, small and dark, and the most beautiful moonscape she has ever seen is on the Nanmu cloister on the bank of Chengjiang Lake in the Qingdi Palace.

She took out the snow gadgets in her arms one by one, placed them in front of his grave, and slowly flicked them with her fingers.

Suddenly, I felt that these things were too rough to make, the nine heads of the nine lions should have facial features, the gems on the hilt of the Chunjun Sword were pale blue, the peony was bigger, the scales of the golden carp were a little more, and the rice dragon horns on the loach's skull had to be pinched out.

Xuanyi began to carve and chisel with her fingernails again, she filled it very slowly and carefully, she had never pinched these gadgets so carefully in her life, holding her breath and focusing, as if she was doing the most important thing in her life.

It seemed to be a little difficult to breathe, and since the Nether, there had always been a hairy mass in her throat, which always made her uncomfortable, and now it probably got into her ribcage, extending along the meridians to the limbs, and she began to feel uncomfortable all over her body, trying to pull it out.

She coughed vigorously, and suddenly noticed that at some point, dense snowflakes fell from the void, flooding the entire mountain.

The wind returned to the snow dance, one after another, these snowflakes were particularly big, especially dense, she knew for the first time that she could have such a big snow, bigger than Qingyan's snowflakes, the heavy snow covered half of the city, Qi Nan should really come and see, he always said that she was useless, she wasted two hundred years old to give birth to human talent, it turned out that she could be so awesome and coaxing, she was so powerful that she was even afraid of herself.

That's right, Zinan. He must be happy this time, he will not ignore her for half a year, the Hua Xu clan and the Candle Yin clan will not have a grudge, they don't have one more enemy. She never asked, what did he say to the Qingdi in the Qingdi Palace that day? Could it be that he recommended himself to the Qingdi Dynasty? He always hoped that she would be with Fucang, and she always came against him, and now she finally got what she wanted.

Qing Yan may be a little disappointed, she understands what he said when he left, and asked her to mess with Fu Cang Hu so that she would not be lonely, he was afraid that she would be alone. It's a pity that she failed her brother's kindness.

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