The graceful woman standing on the top of the peak of Tiaotian Mountain, watching the flowing jade maple in the river map wake up from a coma, and her stunning face was even more leisurely.

She knew that her game of chess was the first crucial step at this moment.

All stories also officially begin from this moment.

Will the stories that are about to happen be resonant enough? Will they also become the stories of the ages that people will be sung many years later, just like those legends that have fascinated the world?

Or will it be drowned in the torrent of history, end in a tragedy, and turn into an unknown speck of dust in the world?

The woman was confident and confident. She firmly believes that it will be the former, and it will never be the latter.

Just because she is a goddess. She is peerless and independent. She couldn't accept the latter.

If a god can't even get what he wants most, even the people he wants most, then how ridiculous and incompetent should this god be?

Over the past thousand years, the woman has had enough ridiculous wishful thinking. She wouldn't allow herself to continue to be so ridiculous.

Since you are born as a god, you should have the grace of a god. When there is a divine means. She didn't believe that with her innate abilities, she wouldn't get what she wanted most, and besides, the situation wasn't so bad that it was completely impossible, and she could still see her hope.

This hope is the motivation and purpose for her to do all this.

She looked at Liu Yufeng who walked out of the two ritual rooms in the river map, shook the feather fan in her hand, and said to herself: "The next step must be taken by yourself, I believe you can comprehend the true meaning of the so-called innate Dao heart giving you life; ”

The woman's beautiful eyes turned and she smiled weirdly: "She sacrificed her soul and soul to help you reforge your Dao heart, and now she must be very uncomfortable." I've got to help you find a way to coax her..."

Under the woman's careful layout, Liu Yufeng in the river map did escape the devouring of the demons, woke up from the brink of death, and his spirit was also greatly improved. But Shen Ling, who was accompanied by a virtual body conjured up by a woman in a curtain of spring dreams, was very uncomfortable.

No one feels good after losing a soul or a soul. Even the Jade Rabbit, which complements the Golden Crow, can't do it.

Shen Ling didn't know that he had lost a soul or a soul. Although she had that dream, she dreamed that the fairy in white said that she would sacrifice her soul for the benefactor, but her mother, who had just met her, told her that it was all fake, and it was just a dream that could not be taken seriously.

The innocent Shen Ling didn't want anything to happen to his sweetheart, and he didn't want the terrifying scene he saw in his dream to really happen to his heart. She chose to believe this mother, who had just recognized and seemed to be omnipotent, and really thought it was just a terrible nightmare.

Shen Ling felt that he should be sick.

After all, during this period of time, I was worried about my sweetheart all the time. Seeing that my sweetheart was trapped in a dream by a bad person, I don't know when I will wake up, and I don't have a moment of peace of mind, I have been guarding my sweetheart day and night, taking care of my sweetheart, I have long been physically and mentally haggard, and I am thinner than Huanghua.

Shen Ling, who was pure and kind, did not take his discomfort to heart, but was even more worried about his sweetheart. Even if she is sick, who will take care of her sweetheart? Although the mother she just met is very good to her, it is somewhat unreasonable for her mother to take care of her.

Shen Ling thought about it, and fell asleep weakly in the arms of his sweetheart.

Her face was pale, and cold sweat was faintly spilling from her forehead.

She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to get better, but she lacked the consciousness of a soul and a soul, and she couldn't help her.

The woman who had returned from the summit slowly walked into the room.

is still full of leisurely appearance, still a step-by-step posture.

Her gaze fell on Shen Ling's pale face. With a flick of his sleeves, he sat down silently on the edge of the bed.

The woman who sat down did not make any other movements, nor did she make a sound. just silently looked at Shen Ling, who had never been asleep before.

In that gaze, there is no charm that is forcibly pretended, and there is no mystery that others can't see. There is only a touch of deep warmth.

As a woman after the ancient gods, her style of acting for more than a thousand years is unacceptable. She never takes into account the feelings of others, never reasoned with others, in her eyes, what she says is the truth, and she will not convince people with virtue just like those virtuous and respected sages because she is a great god, on the contrary, one of the things she does the most is to rely on her as a goddess and have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and everywhere she oppresses and bullies people with power, and blatantly scares people.

Only in front of two people, is the exception.

One is the one in the heart of a woman. The other one is Shen Ling, who the woman is watching silently now.

The woman's attitude towards the forcibly confessed daughter was completely different from that of her own own daughter. The woman's attitude towards the little pervert is not an exaggeration to say that she does not treat the little pervert as a daughter, but the woman is surprisingly doting on Shen Ling.

This pampering seems to be because of Shen Ling's special identity, but it is not so similar.

If it was really just because Shen Ling was the body of the Jade Rabbit, and the woman wanted to use the Jade Rabbit Jingqi to accomplish her goal, according to the woman's consistent style, she could use other means, and there was no need to suppress her nature and give Shen Ling such a caring and pampering treatment.

But if not, then what?

The woman's eyes were full of warmth, and she silently became a little hollow. She seemed to be fascinated by it, and she seemed to remember something...

Shen Ling