It's just a wisp of soul obsession, which has survived until now, and for her, it has reached its limit-

In the past, was it like that?

Back then, was she born a demon? Why, she doesn't remember at all?

Now, Xiao Xiaomo is back, but she can only be a stone sculpture, without powerful divine power, she will disappear at any time.

The primordial god has long been lost, and the soul, I don't know how many lives have been reincarnated in these endless years-

In her life, how sad she is, she can't love, her daughter is far away in the ancient stars outside the sky, endless years, alone in this supreme heavenly palace to death-

"Xiao Xiao Mo-" After a long time, I listened to Xiao Mo's stone carving, and softly, called out this name.

Her voice was finally not as cold as it was for Fusang before, very gentle, as gentle as the winter sun, but it was a little helpless.

Back then, she didn't have time to name her daughter, her name was given to her by Fusang, and her daughter was her baby, so she called Xiaoxiao Mo-

A small desert made Huang Qingwan suddenly have a layer of goosebumps, everything that happened in the Supreme Heavenly Palace today is like a dream, even if Huang Qingwan's ability to accept it is extremely strong, until now, she still hasn't reacted a little.

How could she believe such a bizarre thing?

"Xiao Xiao Mo, it's my mother who is sorry for you-" Seeing that Huang Qing didn't speak, Xiao Mo stone carving, actually shed two stone tears, "I didn't see you grow up, I didn't see you get married, I didn't see you give birth to a child-your whole life, my mother didn't have time to participate, really, I'm sorry for you-"

Xiao Mo said, the light of the laurel scepter in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the powerful divine power was flashing, as if it was going to exude all the power of the laurel scepter.

She only relied on a wisp of spirit obsession to survive until now, and only the power of the laurel scepter was attached, if today, the power of the scepter was exhausted, then, Xiao Mo could not even save a wisp of spirit, and from then on, it would completely disappear from this world.

Huang looked at Xiao Mo's stone carving in a daze, in fact, she didn't have any memory about Xiao Mo, just looking at her, she remembered the little lady, she really, very similar to the little lady, looks like it, and even the voice of the voice is so similar-

Huang lightly subconsciously linked her with the little lady.

"Stupid woman, do you still want to struggle to be resurrected? Without a primordial spirit, without a soul, how can you be resurrected? Dead people should be honest! The red-haired Fusang was really annoyed with Xiao Mo, and at that moment, with a wave of his sleeves, an extremely strong demonic aura flew out from his sleeves, heading straight towards Xiao Mo's stone carving.

"Boom-" In an instant, the light on the laurel scepter bounced the red-haired Fusang's demonic qi away, and the black demonic qi went straight towards the red-haired Fusang in turn.

"I am the goddess of laurel, how can you blaspheme this monster!" In the midst of the demonic aura in the sky, I only heard Xiao Mo's cold voice reappear.

Huang Qingwan stood in place, tightly held in his arms by Emperor Qianji, at this time, the eyes of the two of them with the little bun, all fell from the demonic qi, the stone carving that gradually transformed into a human.

In the seventh layer of the Heavenly Palace, there was no wind, but the blue dress flew up on its own, full of white hair, as white as snow, the girl's body, slender, beautiful, her jade feet were still naked, and now she moved slightly, and her feet were like blue water waves, rippling one after another.