Can Haruki rely on it?

If it was a hundred years ago, Wuqing would never have thought that she would kneel on Wanling Mountain for three days and nights for a mortal, but now, it couldn't be more real.

It is said that one day in the heavens, the God will be the Great Emperor of All Souls, who will be in charge of all living beings in the world, and can regenerate withered grass and bring back the dead.It's just that I have heard that the Great Emperor Wan Ling is extremely arrogant by nature, he does things rigidly and dogmatically, and never bends the law for personal gain.

Wuqing came to look for him this time, but she was instructed by her master.

It's just that this Wanling Mountain is completely silent, it doesn't look like there is a trace of aura, and occasionally there are two birdsong, which makes it even more solemn.

Is there really a Great Emperor of All Souls in this mountain?

I thought it was just a transactional agreement, but I didn't want to get into such a deep situation.

It was extremely cold at the heights, and Wuqing, who was used to the wind and cold, couldn't bear it, but she still didn't have the intention to get up.

"Master, is there really the Great Emperor of All Souls here?"

"Maybe there are."

"But I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for me."

After finishing speaking, the cold wind hit, and the valley was whistling. Wuqing raised her head slightly, and saw a man in white floating from a distance.

"What's the matter with you?" The voice came from far to near.

"The little demon seeks to see the Great Emperor Wan Ling." He fell to the ground and kowtowed.

The white robe was also unmoved, "Emperor Wan Ling is not in the palace these days, you can go back."

"Wuqing asks to see the Great Emperor Wanling." He lowered his raised foot and turned around to look at the black-clothed man kneeling on the ground. Although he was in a submissive gesture, he gave people a strong sense of oppression, as if he was the one who was superior .

"Wuqing?" The man in white took out a paper scroll from his sleeve and looked at it carefully, then looked at Wuqing and said, "Thousand-year-old willows have a quiet nature and good food. When you meet someone who is short of wood in your life, do you like him?" He asked After reading it in one breath, the consonant raised slightly, as if asking whether what he said was true.

"Then..." The man in white walked up to Wuqing, picked up the scroll with both hands, and cleared his throat, "Wuqing listens to the order: You are the emperor of the heavens. Give advice, bestow body and teach the Dharma. Thinking of your merits and virtues being complete, I will return to the Heavenly Court to reset myself."

The master not far away was secretly amazed, it turned out that the little demon is the great emperor of all spirits in the heaven!

But Wuqing still had a calm face, and only said lightly: "Wuqing understands."

This was also unexpected by Wuqing. If she said that she has been really lucky in the past few thousand years, it turned out to be the reason.

"That's good." The man in white handed the scroll to Wuqing, lowered his body and said, "Emperor Wanling, please set off immediately!"

Wuqing stood up gently, and asked: "If you return to your original position, can you go back?"

"If you return to your original position, naturally you can't go back." The man in white paused, "Besides... I don't remember what happened during the calamity. Emperor, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Oh, I forgot Just to ask you, why did you appear here?"

Wuqing said: "The wish is not fulfilled."

"Forget it, the reset is actually not very urgent, but the Heavenly Emperor is urgent. There are still three days, and you have fulfilled your wish, Emperor."

After the white-clothed man left, Wuqing's eyes dimmed, "Master, if I reset, I will definitely not remember him. At that time, even if I have the ability, I won't remember him. Is there any other way?"

"Yes, there is, but..." Master's face was a little dignified, "You really can do anything for him?"

The lowered brows and eyes are full of stubbornness, "As long as I can do it."

"What's the trouble?"

"Love is where it is."

"The word love is very harmful!" He sighed, "It seems that you took my name for nothing."

Knowing that he was angry, Wuqing pursed her thin lips, "The little demon is not heartless, he knows it."

"That's all, let me ask you again, what if he doesn't remember you?"

"I'm afraid I don't remember him."

In the end, dissuasion is ineffective, maybe it was wrong to give Xiaoyao this name at the beginning, but now I always feel a little bit of trying to hide it.

He always hated iron for being weak, and his tone was not friendly, "Do you know what the demon's inner alchemy does?"

Wuqing raised her head suddenly, ignoring his unhappiness, "You mean I can use the Neidan to save him?"

"I didn't say it."

"At first I also thought about it, but I was afraid that his mortal body would not be able to withstand my demonic power."

"I had this trouble before, but after just now, do you still think you are a demon?" Master blew on his beard, "Didn't you do anything all these years together? Didn't he have some of your breath?"

Wuqing blushed slightly, "Thank you for the reminder, Master." After that, it disappeared like a gust of wind.

The old man was very angry and scolded: "You brat, you are ungrateful!"

"Master's kindness, the little demon will definitely repay it in the future, so don't worry." The voice became farther and farther away, and the last word was almost inaudible.

The night poured down on the ground at will, laying a layer for the ground without hesitation, in every corner it could reach.

The lights in Jiang Muyuan's room were still on, Jiang Muyuan was sitting on the bed, Jiang Chenyuan was lying on his stomach beside the bed, and Bai Rong was sitting on the bed.Seeing Jiang Chenyuan sleeping very restlessly, Jiang Muyuan said to Bai Rong softly, "Rong'er, take him to rest, I'm fine."

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

Jiang Muyuan smiled softly, "I'm going to wait for your father to come back." He looked up through the window and looked at the dark sky, "Tomorrow will be soon, and he said he will come back."

Bai Rong had no choice but to carry Jiang Chen away.After a while, he came back again and saw that Jiang Muyuan was still asleep, "It's already so late, father will probably come back early in the morning, right?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up after falling asleep. I'll wait for him to come back."

Unable to resist his stubbornness, Bai Rong had no choice but to wait with him.

Just after midnight, Jiang Muyuan sat up straight suddenly, "He's back."

"Huh?" The confused Bai Rong no longer knew where he was.

The door was gently pushed open, and the black robes were melted into the night, making it hard to see clearly, only the brows and eyes of the white face were clear.

"I am back."

"You're waiting for you."

The two sentences seem to be separated by hundreds of years, so vicissitudes, and so fresh.

"Rong'er, go and rest."

The dim candlelight hit the body, adding a bit of warmth to the ink, Wuqing walked to the bed, sat down gently, and hugged him gently, "Fool."

"you or me?"

"It's all." The cold lips kissed the warm forehead, which made Jiang Muyuan shiver, and patted Wuqing's back lightly, "Come up, it's too cold down here."

After taking off the outer robe, the clothes inside still retained some body temperature.Lying down in a hugging position, even if it is uncomfortable, no one wants to let go, like two birds in the wind and rain, leaning together to absorb warmth, which makes the despair less.

Jiang Muyuan was already very tired, but fell asleep after a while.Feeling a faint pain on the lips, "Hmm..." Slowly waking up and turning around, Wuqing's shining eyes met her eyes, "Aren't you tired?"

Wuqing lowered her head gently and kissed his lips, "I miss you."

All the longing and reluctance exploded in this sentence "I miss you" and poured into the room.

"Me too."

I miss you too, and I miss you too.

The fierce entanglement of lips and tongues told the longing and longing, and there was nowhere to vent, burning the two of them inch by inch until the flame was extinguished.

The hot air gradually calmed down, Wuqing gently kissed Jiang Muyuan's face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and finally stayed on his lips, her tongue broke into the slightly parted lips due to insufficient breathing, and gently licked and bit.The tightly clasped fingers were sticky from sweat, and every inch of skin was tightly bonded together, inseparable.

The gentle yet passionate kiss, the flame that was lit again, could not be extinguished for a long time.With a burning sensation, Jiang Muyuan's chest felt hot, and he felt something swallowed by him, and then his internal organs seemed to be soaked in a hot spring. It was warm and refreshing, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling that the man's breathing is becoming more even, Wuqing moved away slightly, touched his cheek with her fingers, and traced his face bit by bit, as if she wanted to engrave it in her heart.

He got up and put on his clothes, pulled the quilt over him, caught a glimpse of a pair of scissors on the table, took a look at it, lifted the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a not-so-strong forearm, and carefully looked at it. For a long time, it seems to be looking for a suitable place.The sharp knife pierced into the flesh, and blood gushed out, but Wuqing didn't even frown.

After finishing everything, Wuqing came to the bed and stared at the person on the bed for a long time, sleeping so peacefully, probably because of the sweetness of the dream.

Leaning over to print the last kiss, "Tomorrow, just forget about me." Reaching out to touch his forehead with a light touch, the sleeping person frowned slightly, and Wuqing smoothed the folds again, carefully and carefully Seriously, like stroking a fragile jade, don't dare to be too hard.

Wuqing didn't see Jiang Muyuan's trembling eyelashes and the teardrops falling from the corners of his eyes when he turned around.

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For 3000 years, the entire Heavenly Palace is full of joy at this moment. The Great Emperor of All Souls has returned from calamity, and the Emperor of Heaven holds a large banquet to celebrate, playing bamboo and silk music, and flowing cups of water for three days without a break.

However, the Wuqing Palace where the Great Emperor Wanling lives is extremely deserted. All the gods know that this little uncle of the Emperor of Heaven has a cold and arrogant personality. Now that he has returned from calamity, although it is for him to celebrate alone, it is actually boring in the Palace of Heaven. Forget it, no one dares to bother that "cold face emperor".

The Great Emperor Wan Ling was lying on the bed, still wearing black robes, with flying phoenixes on the corners of the robes, showing evil charms, black hair cascading down on his chest like a waterfall, and the arms exposed from the wide sleeves were incomparably radiant , such a lazy posture, but no one dared to take a second look.There was no sound around, and a thick low air pressure shrouded it.Occasionally, a little boy who came in to add incense, lowered his eyes, added incense hastily, and then backed out immediately.

Some historians who came to invite him to visit the Fairy Club were also rejected by him on the grounds that he needed to rest, and no one came to bother him afterwards.

The eyebrows and eyes are clearly gentle, but they give people an irresistible sense of oppression.And his so-called calamity is nothing more than Tiangong is bored and wants to go out to relax.

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