The next day, Jiuluo got up early, commanded the white-haired monkey and the monkey Xiaoliu to distribute the boiled medicinal soup, and watched the peach blossom demon and Dongguo preach to the passionate demons on Huaguo Mountain respectively, and went to the new palace under construction on the top of the mountain to take a turn, and then led Xiaoliu to see Xiaowu with wine.

Xiao Liu's grave broke through the ground overnight, and Xiao Liu mysteriously told Jiu Luo that it must be the fifth brother who knew that his aunt had avenged him and was comforted by the spirit of heaven, and the grave would grow an unusual layer of new green in a short period of time.

He knelt in front of the tombstone and kept kowtowing to his brother with red eyes.

Jiu Luo stood silently behind Xiao Liu.

There was rain in the sky, and what hit Jiu Luo's face and seeped into his skin was an indissolvable coldness.

Her heart was heavy, as gloomy and sad as the rainy weather, and no one knew how remorseful, annoyed, and blamed herself in her heart.

Xiao Wu's tragic death seemed to be right in front of her, and she had been wandering in her dreams last night.

Every time she woke up, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

She's been thinking, asking, assuming.

If she had come a little earlier yesterday, wouldn't Xiao Wu have died?

If she hadn't caught the spirit worm first, but came directly to Huaguo Mountain, wouldn't this tragedy have happened?

If she can revive the soul, will Xiao Wu be able to live again?

If the monkeys are not crushed under the mountain, will Huaguo Mountain still be peaceful?

But all this has happened.

Jiuluo also knows that there are no assumptions in this world. She could only blame that she didn't have the power to return to heaven. I can only complain that I am a waste material.

You can't save the monkey, you can't save Xiao Wu.

The people and things around me have become unrecognizable one by one.

She was depressed, as if all the fault was on herself. She had nowhere to vent.

This emotion continued to follow her back to Ensushi.

There were still two hours before she handed over the time to Mo Chen, and she didn't hesitate to go to Xuan Chu first to hand over the spirit worm to him.

Xuan Chu accepted it with a smile, and taught her how to drive the spirit insect to be obedient and only loosen the soil within the range she demarcated, Jiu Luo looked at the novelty, carefully wrote down the key, and when she was about to leave, Xuan Chu stopped her.

"Why are you so worried about coming back, what happened?"

Xuan's heart was as thin as silk, and he saw Jiuluo's unconcealed thoughts.

Jiuluo has always kept things in his heart, thinking that he was hiding it well, but now he was suddenly broken by Xuanchu, feeling like a child who was wronged but pretended to be fine, and suddenly saw the elders who favored him the most and asked why he was unhappy, and suddenly all kinds of sourness came to his heart, and he couldn't help but reddened his eyes.

"Jiuluo, why are you crying? Who is bullying you? Whoever bullies you, tell me, and I will help you get justice. Xuan Chu asked Jiuluo anxiously, and he was so anxious.

Jiuluo has been carefully cared for by Xuan Chu since he was injured and rescued back to Yansushi.

He is compassionate and kind-hearted, always looking at her with squinting eyes, and never disliking her.

Like a big brother, he cares about himself in every detail, although he never says it in his mouth, but his actions show everything.

The warmth that Jiuluo felt in the mortal world and Huaguo Mountain was limited. Especially when her father and mother were away, and after the monkeys were locked up, the warmth she got from them disappeared.

Yesterday, she experienced Xiao Wu's death again, and she suddenly felt that God was cruel to her. Constantly taking away the most precious things around her. Emotions are at a low point.

Xuan Chu's concern is like a bonfire on a cold winter night, crackling and bursting with warmth.

She suddenly couldn't control her emotions, and hugged Xuan Chu's outstretched arm like a child and cried.

The guy on the other end of the mirror stood up violently. After pacing two steps in the room, he returned to the ancient and modern mirrors, his eyes locked on Xuan Chu, who had a kind face and comforted his granddaughter like an old grandmother.

The temperature is like spring, and the Yuqing Hall suddenly encounters deep winter.