She rolled her eyes angrily and said: "Have you forgotten that I am Jiayi, and the identity of Jiayi was given to me by your Great Jin Emperor, and there is naturally a covenant between us that has not yet been completed." ”

Ling Tiansu nodded, Tingyuxuan is the property of the Son of Heaven, and she still has the identity of 'Su Jiu'er' in Tingyuxuan.

Since she was able to pass through the Xuanwu eye on the city wall and successfully stayed in Tingyuxuan, this naturally had a close relationship with the Son of Heaven.

I heard that the former mother of the Son of Heaven is still an Oiran figure who listens to Yuxuan.

Thinking about it like this, then I'm afraid that Yuxuan is not an ordinary green building, right?

Ling Tiansu didn't want to enter the palace for the time being, so he separated from the two of them for the time being.

Qin Ziwei took the fox-like shepherd with an umbrella and walked all the way towards the palace.

When leaving, she took a deep look at Ling Tiansu and took out the warm jade from her arms.

Under Muzi's melancholy gaze, she put the warm jade around his neck, and the letter valve in her arms, she knew that there was no chance to send it away.

Lingtiansu walked through the long ancient road with small steps, as well as the historic Vermilion Bird Bridge and Wuyi Lane in Yong'an.

On the way, I was slightly attracted by the story of the storyteller outside the Kyoto restaurant, and stayed for a while.

The appearance of the fox with an umbrella is very conspicuous on the street, and it has attracted the fiery eyes of many noble girls.

It was only when they saw the paper umbrella on the little fox's back and the red string bell on its tail.

I already realized that this fox must be a master, and he did not have a possessive heart, but watched from a distance with a smile.

Ling Tiansu glanced at the paper umbrella behind him, shook his head and shook off the snowflakes on his body.

Wu Ying's arrival in the world was expected by him.

After an ancient trip, Ling Tiansu's opinion of this Wu Ying also changed slightly.

It's just that as soon as this guy returned to the world, he was in a hurry to trouble her, what to do?

A hint of anger appeared in the eyes of a pair of foxes, that kid, I'm afraid that a punch is not enough.

..................

South City.

The world made of fiery maple leaves has now been buried by heavy snow.

This place belongs to the jurisdiction of Rashomon, and without the permission of the master of the gate, no one in Yong'an City dares to approach this maple forest.

After all, not everyone here has the strength and courage of Wu Ying.

Ling Tiansu's four paws stepped on the icy snow, and the maple leaves under the snow were frozen, and there would be a sound of cracking when he stepped on it.

The barrier here had already been broken by Wu Ying, and now that he came in, he didn't have to spend any more effort.

Fifty miles along the silent forest road, he saw a stone platform in the snow.

On the stone platform, there are two altars of empty daughter red.

In the mouth of the altar, it has been filled with thick white snow, and then go deeper into the forest for ten miles, where the leaves have long fallen and withered, and there is no trace of red maple.

In a white snowy world

, even the hair on Ling Tiansu's body is pure white.

If it weren't for the red plum paper umbrella behind him, throwing him into this world, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to find it at a glance.

Ling Tiansu kicked in the snow with his paws, looked down, and kicked out a big red corner of his clothes.

He looked down at the corner of his coat for a long time, then continued to raise his claws.

His movements were a little gentler than those of Fang Cai, and he carefully retracted his claws, brushing away the layers of snow with a soft meat pad.

Finally, his paws froze in mid-air, silently staring at the ice-pale and cold face that had been buried by the snow.

Her eyes were closed peacefully, her breathing was even, and her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was experiencing some painful memory.

But the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, with a long, sad smile.

Ling Tiansu rarely saw her laughing, and even if she laughed, she mostly sneered without emotion.

At this moment, he felt that the faint smile on this face was extremely rare.

She slept deeply, and even when he pressed his paw against her cold face, she didn't react in the slightest.

Ling Tiansu tilted her head, and then quickly cleaned up the snow that had accumulated on her body.

He stretched out the paper umbrella behind his back and put it on the ground diagonally, thinking that since Wu Ying snatched an umbrella from you, I will give you one.

After a few days, I met that guy on the battlefield, and then I helped her get it back.

Thinking like this, unconsciously, he found himself honestly squatting on one of her palms.

But at this moment, she was still sleeping far away.

It's just that the palm of the hand, moving slightly, clenched his ass slightly.

Ling Tiansu looked back in surprise and was about to leave, but who knew that his body suddenly rose in the air and landed suddenly.

Descended into a tight, cold embrace.

Ling Tiansu's eyes widened in astonishment, and then he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling welling up in his heart, making his eyelids gradually heavy.

He slowly closed his eyes, and actually fell into a deep sleep on this snowy day.

A dream of a world, a wake up of a spring and autumn.

........................

In the secluded grate, the valley is unknown.

In her first memory, she had a very vague memory.

Because she is a mortal flower, a begonia flower that is wild and lonely and self-admiring.

As big as a world, as small as a speck of dust, everything in the world has a spirit, everything in the world has a Dao heart, and all can enter the Tao.

A speck of dust still has a spirit, let alone her mortal flower that grows out of the soil.

She looks at this deep valley world, life has no nails, and the years do not know the years.

In the depths of the secluded fence, for her, there is naturally no concept of passing years.

She is but an inconspicuous flower in the Three Thousand Worlds.

There are no worries, only tranquility, waiting for the flowers to bloom and wait

Flowers for a season.

At that time, she didn't know that there was the word 'fate' in this world.

It was precisely because of her inconspicuousness that that year that the Divine Venerable soared to the ......

This deity is an alternative in the divine realm, called Netherworld.

He cultivated the body of the Demon Dao, and walked the path of endless killing.

He preached by killing, he was born in the Nine Shadows but was born in the Nine Shadows and killed, and he became a god from the Nine Shadows instead of being an underworld.

When he ascended, he broke the boundaries of the Three Realms and shocked the world.

Even he didn't realize that his killing wind strangled thousands of mortal flowers in the world.

And only one mortal flower, under his unconsciousness, rolled into the sleeve robe and brought it to the divine realm.

Rootless flowers, without the nourishment of soil and water to sustain life, are about to face the early flowering and withering.

She was unfortunate and lucky at the same time.

At the moment when the Netherworld Emperor accepted the Shinto canonization throne, she was dyed with a trace of divine power in his sleeve and opened a touch of spiritual aura.

Later, she knew that the place where she stood was no longer on earth, but a sacred place called the Void God Realm.

When the canonization was bigger, the mortal aura in the sleeve was exposed.

She saw that on the throne of the temple, the majestic man in the purple imperial robe with a superb temperament was volleying towards her.

The Netherworld Robe exploded, and this mortal flower stood unabashedly in front of thousands of sentient beings.

At that time, she did not know that the majestic man bathed in the light of the stars on the high and majestic temple was the lord of this divine realm.

But through the eyes of everyone, she knew the people here...... Oh no, it's the gods, they don't like her.

The people of the divine realm all claim to be clean, grow and the sacred land of the Pure Land, and have never liked mundane things.

They felt that the things of the nether realm were dirty, lowly and weak, and they were not worthy of standing in this immortal pure land at all.

Even the God Emperor on the throne held such an idea.

The canonization ceremony of the Divine Venerable was suspended because of her, a weak and uninvited guest.

She saw that the man in the purple emperor robe looked tired, and he made a fingerprint as if he was impatient.

The fingerprint seemed to be gentle and warm, but she knew it with her spiritual aura.

With this finger, she will be wiped out, and she will never be able to be reborn!

The main hall was eerily quiet, and thousands of gods watched coldly, revealing that this divine domain was just a ruthless avenue.

A sigh, a sigh.

The hand that was not covered by the sleeve robe grasped her and pulled her back into the other sleeve robe.

And the fingerprint fell on the body of the new Nether Deity.

She felt his body tremble slightly in his sleeve as he felt the hurt triggered by that finger.

Immediately after, his voice broke the silence in the temple.

"His Majesty the God Emperor doesn't like mortal flowers, if you don't see it, this mortal flower has no intention of coming here because of my ascension, how can you be punished by God if you are not guilty?"