ugly moth

At the request of Guiyuan and Fei Mo, the two sat in the meditation room, and the disciples cremated them together. The ashes were scattered under the green plum tree in the back mountain, and a pair of copper bells were still buried under the tree, accompanying them.

After death, Guiyuan and Feimo showed their real bodies and stood together in front of the green plum tree; Guiyuan was still in white robes, while Feimo returned to the gray cassock that she wore when she was transformed.

Fei Moth took out the red wire and copper bell, and shook them gently.

Listening to the sound of the copper bell, I can vividly remember the events of the calamity. The handsome little monk held the hand of the little fox and ran under the shade of the tree, and the laughter spread throughout the forest.

"Does the Qing family remember how they felt during the calamity this time?" Gui Yuan raised his hand to catch a plum petal, and asked softly.

Fei Mo rolled up the red thread on the copper bell and put it into her arms: "I don't remember much, only some from my childhood, and it hasn't faded at all. When I think about it, it's still as beautiful as it was then."

Gui Yuan listened and smiled: "I think the Qing family's words should be because they drank too much Wangqing water so that they can't feel the word of love."

"Did you drink too much Wangqing water?" Fei Mo turned her head in surprise, but saw that the expression on Gui Yuan's face did not seem to be fake, "Your Majesty, is it true? You didn't drink much, did you?"

"It's because the amount you drink has exceeded what most gods would drink. Generally speaking, after a calamity, you won't drink Wangqing water. That's why the number of gods who need Wangqing water has increased due to a problem with the astrolabe this time. You have already drunk a lot before this, right?" Gui Yuan said firmly.

Fei Mo counted it in her heart, and she was a little surprised: "Ah! There are 23 bottles..."

This number surprised even Gui Yuan: "23?"

Fei Mo nodded hesitantly: "It should be that Taishang Laojun and Yuelao like to give Wangqing water to their ministers most. Sometimes they drink a bottle or two when they feel uncomfortable, and gradually they drink so much."

Gui Yuan's face darkened, he stretched out his hand to hold Fei Mo's pulse, and sent mana to swim around Fei Mo's body, his face became more and more ugly.

"Your Majesty?" Fei Mo raised her other hand and waved it in front of Gui Yuan's eyes, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, you're busy." Gui Yuan let go of Fei Mo's wrist and sighed, "This is the end of the matter, I'll just say it straight, your emotions and desires are almost washed clean by the water of forgetting love, if you want to live in love, just It can first relieve the effect of Wangqing Water."

However, Fei Mo hesitated after listening to it. After all, she drank Wangqing Water to relieve her heartache. If she untied it, wouldn't she still have to experience the pain at that time?

Fei Mo thought about it, but shook her head: "Forget it, Your Majesty, the way of ruthlessness is also quite good, and the left and right ministers can't find out the word of love, so let's just discard it."

Gui Yuan's left ring finger suddenly felt pain, which meant that the person who tied the golden thread with him was tearing apart, trying to break this marriage.

At the moment when the golden thread was about to break, Gui Yuan stopped time, the golden thread was about to strangle Fei Moth's fingers, and the golden blood fell drop by drop on the ground.

"Hey...why is this necessary?" Gui Yuan took Fei Mo's hand distressedly and healed him.

Gui Yuan knows how powerful his own golden thread is. Unlike the ordinary red thread, which cannot stand the test, this golden thread will not break even if the heavens and the earth merge or the six worlds collapse. How can it be broken by a small ruthless way?

But Fei Mo is such a person who would rather be broken than broken, and will not think of the pain of the past for a love that has not yet begun.

Perhaps in Fei Mo's view, a possible relationship in the future cannot appease everything he suffered in that storybook.

Gui Yuan didn't dare to say that he would definitely let Fei Mo get out of the script, but he was also reluctant to let go.

The Emperor of Heaven, who lived the same life as the sky, met the first one he rarely liked after so many years, so how could he want to let go?Accompanying Fei Mo over and over again is just to see if he will still fall in love with Fei Mo when he has no memory.

Facts have proved that no matter whether he has memory or not, he is willing to put Fei Moth in a position that he can protect, and he is willing to protect Fei Moth for the rest of his life.

"If you enter my fairy palace, you will be one of my people. How can you come and leave whenever you want?" Gui Yuan rubbed Fei Mo's finger and chuckled.

Gui Yuan gently kissed Fei Mo's brow, golden light flashed, erasing part of the memories that shouldn't be there.

Time continued to flow, Fei Mo returned to his senses in a daze, and hurriedly pushed Gui Yuan away, becoming angry from embarrassment: "Your Majesty!"

"In case the Qing family forgets to promise me, I remind the Qing family." Gui Yuan smiled softly, but in Fei Mo's eyes, the thief was like a fox who stole the fish.

Fei Mo raised her sleeve and wiped her forehead, then asked dryly, "What did you promise?"

Gui Yuan raised his hand to caress the corner of Fei Mo's lips, and asked with a smile, "Think about it carefully."

"..." Fei Mo froze, and suddenly remembered what Li Jie had promised to be with Gui Yuan in the next life, "This, this, this..."

"I heard that the Qing family has always kept their promises. There are still a lot of love story books in the astrolabe. Can the Qing family choose a good one? I don't mind if the Qing family chooses the previous one." Gui Yuan smiled ambiguously.

Fei Mo was about to burrow into the ground, her cheeks and ears were so red that she was about to bleed, and she was speechless for a long time.

Gui Yuan was not annoyed, and took out a booklet to Fei Mo: "This is the book I wrote, and the Qing family can also read it. They are all stories that can be together and will always be together."

"Thank you—thank you, Your Majesty." Fei Mo took the script with trembling hands, "Your Majesty...Even if I promise the next tribulation, can I not use yours?"

"This..." Gui Yuan was taken aback, he didn't know how to explain it, he couldn't say "Because I want to break your forgetfulness, so I want to have some exciting plots", right?

The method of breaking Wangqingshui is simple and difficult, that is, you have to experience many things that Wangqingshui can't forget. When feelings accumulate to a certain level, Wangqingshui will naturally lose its effect.

Just when Gui Yuan was struggling with how to explain it, he suddenly remembered that the astrolabe was still broken!

The instability of the astrolabe means that there may be any accidents. Just like this time, it turned out that the little monk and the little fox did not become mortals and die together, but this very strange ending still happened.

It turns out that the ending of this story is that the little monk returned to vulgarity and went to slay demons with the little fox. In the end, the monster that the little monk and the little fox met was too powerful, and they died together with the monster.

Because Guiyuan regained his memory halfway, he deliberately broke into another ending, and the astrolabe didn't stop it, which proves that the storybook is not right from the middle.

After thinking about it, Gui Yuan hurriedly said: "Of course it's because the astrolabe hasn't been repaired yet. The Qing family still remembers the original ending of this storybook, right? This is completely different, so the matter of choosing a storybook, of course, is to choose what you like. .”

Fei Mo looked at Gui Yuan silently, and calmly stated a fact: "The story I like was originally written by Yue Lao."

"..." Gui Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then are you sure you want that one?"

"Hmm..." Fei Mo looked at the booklet in his hand, thought for a while, and was a little eager to try, "Actually, I also want to see what stories His Majesty has written, why don't I make a decision after reading it?"

Gui Yuan chuckled and thought to himself: I knew that Fei Mo couldn't help but want to read the script.So he said, "Okay, the Qing family can watch it for as long as they want."

Fei Mo put away the booklet, suddenly remembered about Yan Lie, and asked, "By the way, Your Majesty didn't say before, why did you imprison Immortal Huo Yuan to Kunlun Terrace again?"