We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

"No."

The high priest grabbed Princess Jin who was about to do it and said, "No. Now, there is the Crown Prince of Daliang and the little girl there, the God should be fine."

"Can……"

The young man was still worried.

"Don't worry, that little girl, although she is young, has great medical skills. With her around, the Green Lotus God will not die."

The young man rolled his eyes. He knew that his master would not die. But as a disciple, he couldn't bear to watch his master suffer.

The high priest seemed to see the young man's mood and continued to persuade him.

"Your Majesty the Green Lotus God, may you have great fortune. A little corpse poison water will not kill you. Now, we have more important things to do. It is not appropriate for us to surface yet. Let's go back first!

I have been dormant for so many years in order to succeed."

The young man was persuaded by the last sentence. He crossed his arms over his chest, holding a long sword in his right hand.

"Okay, go back."

He was a man of few words, but every word he spoke was powerful. Princess Jin and the high priest nodded, and the three of them withdrew.

Upstairs of Shiyue Building.

Prince Ning, who had been observing secretly, took in everything that happened in the East Palace. At this moment, he was smiling slightly with a crooked mouth.

Although Voldemort did not kill the prince, he injured Princess Jiaoyang's eyes. This could be considered a pleasant surprise as it prevented him from being exposed to the cold wind on the rooftop of Shiyue Tower for so long that night.

Now, he hated Princess Jiaoyang (Shihua) even more than he hated the Crown Prince. If it weren't for her inopportune appearances, she would have ruined so many of his good things.

"Young Master, go back and have a rest! We have spies watching over there in the East Palace!"

"Ah."

Prince Ning responded and went downstairs humming a little tune.

Prince Ning was humming a song. This was a very big deal. Everyone in Shiyue Building thought they were seeing things.

Yes, they would rather believe that they were dazzled than believe that King Ning would be so stubborn.

Shangshu Mansion Liu Mansion.

Liu Siyuan, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes and he groaned in pain.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

The servant who was sleeping in the next room and serving as a close servant heard the noise and hurriedly put on his clothes and came to take a look.

After just one glance, the servant was so frightened that he wanted to report to the master and the mistress.

Liu Siyuan's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Perhaps to resist the pain, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and his face looked a little hideous.

"Pen……"

The servant just turned around and heard Liu Siyuan's call, and immediately responded: "Sir, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

He took the broken Qiankun pen from the pen holder next to him and put it into Liu Siyuan's hand.

Liu Siyuan endured the pain, fumbled with the pen, and drew a talisman in the air.

As soon as the talisman was completed, it flashed with golden light and flew towards his forehead, and then the pain was relieved a little.

These simple talismans were all taught to him by Taoist Mingyue. Although he had an eye disease, he could learn them quickly and draw them in one stroke.

Liu Siyuan's skills were getting better and better. He could use the small broken Qiankun brush to draw some simple talismans, and the servant was no longer surprised by it.

After a long time, Liu Siyuan recovered. He blinked his eyes, which were as dark as ink and as bright as stars, and gave instructions to the servant.

"Okay, bring me a cup of tea and get out!"

After giving the order, he closed his eyes, but did not let go of the small broken pen in his hand. It seemed that only by holding the small broken pen tightly could he feel at peace.

"Yes."

The servant poured a cup of cold tea and placed it on the small table beside Liu Siyuan's bed. He tucked in the corner of the quilt for him, then closed the door and left his bedroom.

In Liu Siyuan's brain, all kinds of memories were flashing and double-imaging like a galloping horse.

Sometimes it was the black flames that filled the sky, the floating lotus petals and ashes, and sometimes it was the devastated earth. A pair of eyes that were once as bright as stars turned gray and decadent, with no life in them.

He crawled over frantically and with difficulty, holding the eyes in his arms, and used his remaining spiritual power to nourish and protect the eyes.

This may be the only thing left from Master.

"Xunfeng!"

When his eyes closed, he could faintly hear his master's weak voice calling his name.

ah--

He roared, feeling both sad and happy. Master, she had not completely returned to the chaos. She was still there, and she would come back. He would protect her eyes, let her come back, and take a good look at this world.

He couldn't remember how long ago it was when the eldest senior brother roared, and the five of them each used their abilities and tried their best to assist the master in dealing with that catastrophe.

He is the wind god of the East, but his combat power is just that of a scumbag. However, his true form is a thousand-year-old giant Fusang tree.

The giant Fusang tree is also a spiritual root, which contains a huge amount of life force.

He can't help his master in a fight, but he can use his huge amount of life force to help his master repair the devastated land and restore life to all living things.

The karmic fire mixed with the power of destruction was extremely powerful. He exhausted all his energy and almost broke his spiritual roots before he allowed the scarred earth to have the ability to regenerate.

My fellow brothers, he didn’t know whether he would wither away somewhere else, or…

……

A crystal tear rolled down from the corner of Liu Siyuan's eye. His nose twitched and he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Those eyes, as bright as stars, seemed to be gleaming with a faint green light. He knew that he had finally waited for this day.

Yun soon found out that Shihua had injured her eyes. She was so anxious that she rushed to the East Palace.

The prince reported this to King Cheng in secret, and he also rushed over.

The prince stood at the gate of the East Palace and personally welcomed Yun.

He felt very guilty, as if it was his responsibility that the flowers were injured.

He is the future emperor of Daliang. When Yun saw that the prince came to greet him personally, she couldn't blame him. She just anxiously entered the East Palace and found Shihua.

Shihua was lying on a soft couch. Except for her eyes, which were covered with white gauze, everything else seemed normal.

The corpse gas of Jiang Chen was really powerful. Shihua's eyeballs were painful and itchy. She was so uncomfortable that she wanted to dig them out and throw them away.

Sensing that Yun was coming, she endured the pain and itchiness and lay down quietly.

She didn't want to make her mother Meimei worry, as she was her mother's good girl.

But Yun was still heartbroken. She held back her tears, picked up Shihua's tender little hands beside the couch, and rubbed them on her face.

Shihua’s thoughts: Don’t cry, mommy, Huahua is fine, she will be fine in two days.

The more well-behaved Shihua became, the more Yun could no longer hold back her tears. She sobbed and cried bitterly.

At this time, a white handkerchief with a scent of green wood was handed over, and in my ears, there was a warm and soothing male voice.

"Yun Niang, Princess Jiaoyang is a lucky girl. She is blessed by heaven. Don't be sad."

Yun looked up and saw the handsome face of King Cheng, which was strong yet gentle. That face seemed to have a magical power, and her heart, which had just been flustered and worried, actually calmed down.

Shihua's thoughts: That's right, I told you not to worry. Oh, by the way, why haven't you taken him down yet, mom?