At the end of the year, the world was bleak, and there was no other reason than that Si Ming Xingjun had just written a plague.

The lanterns are still the same, the red lanterns are out of the sky, and the peach branches feel bored after walking on the deserted streets for a while.

There are no delicious sugar gourds, no stalls with novelty gadgets, and no juggling to see.

"It's been a boring year!"

hugged Bu Xiao's arm and began her usual shaking coquettishness: "Brother Bu Xiao, you should tell Xingjun about it, the plague will be collected, and then it will be laid out after the New Year?"

Buxiao let her shake, and her footsteps did not stop: "I told you a long time ago that the world needs to go through a catastrophe to enter the year of Gengzi, you don't listen, you want to come and see the excitement, but now you regret it?"

Naturally, I regretted it!

Nine days is not like the world, will hold a grand event to welcome the New Year, for the gods, time is useless, there is no difference between the new year and the old year.

In the past, although I spent a lot of spring and autumn in the world, I never had a good time with the task, and I finally got a fantasy to come and see, but what did I see? !

Sickness, death, lockdown, quarantine!

It's so miserable! Tao Zhizhi closed his eyes, unwilling to think about it, and couldn't help but pout and complain: "Xingjun is really right, why did he pick such a time to spread the plague!"

"The year of Gengzi is the year of the rat, in the world, the rat is often a symbol of the plague, and the choice of Xingjun is also very reasonable at this time, not to mention," Bu Xiao took off the hand of the peach branch, held it in his hand, and walked side by side with her, while explaining: "Xingjun is already in charge of the fate of the people in the world, and he must have chosen this time to be a star, and it is not known whether it is to make mortals think of danger in times of peace." ”

"......" is such a big truth, Tao Zhizhi is used to not wanting to understand, and she still wants to fight for it again: "Otherwise, you cast a spell to help them get through it quickly, so that I can have fun!"

Bu Xiao shook his head: "How can the luck of the world be destroyed at will, everything depends on the immortals, how can mortals go further?!"

"But I saw that Xingjun and Luohe were also secretly helping mortals send some decoctions!" Tao Zhizhi said here, his eyes flashing with a thick fire of gossip: "Speaking of which, they happened to be in the same area, although they haven't met each other, but in fact, they have all seen each other, but they thought that the other party didn't know that they were there, so they didn't know each other, what do you say they are doing?!"

"They are just doing what they can, and they are not using mana and heavenly elixirs, you must know that whether it is an immortal or a mortal, all calamities must be resolved by themselves in the end. ”

"So what can we do for them?!"

"You don't have to do anything, just trust them as they believe in us. ”

In fact, Bu Xiao also wants to say that immortals will not die forever, but disasters will not be experienced forever, in this case, it is natural to be self-reliant, and hard work is a long-term solution.

This is the truth of human life.

Looking at Taozhizhi's inexplicable encouragement although she didn't understand, Bu Xiao thought, it's better not to confuse her, otherwise she will definitely ask her about the death of the immortals.

It's just that Tao Zhizhi still has a little frustration in his eyes.

After all, it came on the spot.

Bu Xiao thought about it, wrapped his long arms, and hugged the peach branch to the roof.

Tonight there is no wind, no stars, and no moon.

Bu Xiao used his mana to conjure up a vast starry sky, and with a wave of his hand, fireworks rose one after another, blooming all over the sky!

"Mortals pay more attention to reunion in the New Year, even if they can't come out, as long as there are people by their side, the meaning of this New Year will not be lost. ”

Tao Zhizhi listened to the words in her ear, although the long street was empty, her heart was filled, she leaned on Buxiao's arms, and replied softly: "You are right, or the person next to you is more important." ”

"Happy New Year. ”