Chapter 136
"My beloved?" Ling Wu frowned slightly.
Even the ever-indifferent and compassionate Him was unusually perplexed, murmuring, "My beloved?"
These four words echoed in his mind, and his thoughts followed his gaze to Ling Wu.
How could she have someone she loves?
Meng Po has no heart, so how could she have a beloved person?
Lingwu lowered her eyes, recalling what Gu Dao had once told her: Yueying was not good enough for her.
After the sudden realization, she never imagined that Gu Dao would use such a despicable and useless method.
The confinement was fleeting; as Lingwu turned to leave, the ribbon in her hair swayed gently.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, but he only managed to touch the corner.
After leaving only a faint, cool fragrance that entered his nostrils, the figure vanished from the spot.
A golden dragon flew majestically and excitedly from afar, then transformed into golden light just before reaching Him, attaching itself to His forehead, while the other half returned to the light cluster of the Lesser Heavenly Dao.
Gu Dao's maniacal laughter ceased as the sundial turned, and Gu Yaoguang, lying on the ground wearing a cloak, had a deathly pale face.
Luo Suyi, who had been kneeling at her feet, also got up, wanting to catch up with Ling Wu's steps.
Upon seeing this, He slightly lowered His eyes, as if showing compassion for all living beings.
But He only said to Luo Suyi, "Don't go and interfere with her affairs."
Luo Suyi paused slightly before lowering her eyes and nodding, "Yes."
However, he could not hide his worry on his face.
They worried that the woman, who was intelligent to the point of being a demon yet kind to all living beings, would be harmed, and they also worried that if she were harmed, no one would care about her in the demon realm.
Luo Suyi exhaled a breath of stale air, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the fairy princess who looked like she was dead in the snow.
He stepped forward barefoot, leaving no trace on the snow. Having barely recovered some of his divine power, he still managed to leave a small mark on Gu Yaoguang's forehead.
Protect her immortal body from collapsing, and let her see clearly everything Gu Lingwu did in her previous two lives. Tell her that Gu Lingwu's current popularity is what everyone wants.
Selfishness seems to be something that no human being lacks, just to varying degrees.
Finally, He raised His eyes and looked down at the place where Ling Wu had gone alone.
The Temple of the Matchmaker
In that instant, the young man in red saw a flash of memories spanning millions of years in his eyes.
There, the marriage tree was born; the red thread that flew from his wrist to beyond the world; and countless bright red candied hawthorns...
And then there's his gentle and radiant Lady Meng Po.
The marriage tree behind him was unharmed, not even a single branch or leaf was damaged, and the black jade ring on his chest was protected by his immortal body.
Lady Meng Po will surely still need this precious treasure; it must not be damaged.
His chest ached, and a sweet, metallic taste filled his throat. His usually upright body slowly bent, but even so, he didn't forget to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
He wanted to be clean and present his best appearance.
I've heard that white snow and red clothes complement each other, so Lady Meng Po should remember him for a long time.
As the celestial energy dissipated, a chill also arrived in an instant.
He covered his face with snow and looked toward the gate of the Yue Lao Temple.
That was the place where he first met her.
"Lady Meng Po, this humble fairy has protected the Smoke Tree well."
"Lady Meng Po, please remember me."
"Lady Meng Po, Xiaoyue has loved you for countless years..."
The boy's voice grew weaker and weaker, and in the end he did not receive an answer. He closed his eyes and slowly fell onto the white snow.
The familiar names that still echoed in my ears vanished along with the swirling snowflakes.
Little did he know that the figure would appear in front of the Matchmaker's Palace in the next instant.
Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air. As time went by, the dissipated immortal spirit would slowly disappear from this world.
Lingwu watched as his presence gradually faded, but before she could step forward, she heard his voice from behind.
“Return, if you want it, I can give it to you.”
The snow was falling heavily and brightly, so much so that He felt a sense of belonging and... attachment to being a fellow deity behind Him.
Ling Wu didn't turn around. "Using the Rewind feature too many times will harm your recovery."
The ancient path is no more, and the Heavenly Way has not yet returned to its proper power. When the gods created the world, it brought them no benefit whatsoever if they were injured.
Lingwu stood on the snow, her back to Him, her voice calm.
Yet within this tranquility, there were also wisps of warmth.
He was stunned, then smiled.
"Thank you," He said softly, "but who knows if this rewinding will not be a blessing?"
Lingwu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and she turned her head to look at Him.
Seeing that He was dressed in black robes and barefoot, and that the divine mark on His forehead had reappeared, He nodded.
Lingwu murmured, "Who knows if it's not a blessing in disguise..." There's some truth to that.
The sundial was high in the sky, and Lingwu stepped into the light.
The scene before my eyes changed in an instant. A red seed sprouted from the ground, and with the birth of the swaddled baby, a red mark was finally seen on the baby's forehead.
Lingwu bent down and looked into the baby's open eyes.
He looked at her, his dark eyes clear as crystal, without tears or sorrow, only overflowing affection.
"Little Moon Shadow." She smiled.
The adorable baby laughed along, its large, clear eyes reflecting Lingwu's face.
Beyond the sundial's glow, a thought stirred within him, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Why is there another place?
The human realm.
"I have hurt you twice in my life, and now I will give all my future lives to exchange for your peace and well-being, Xiao Wu."
The long sword in his hand transformed into a streak of light, and his ever-white, frost-like hair ribbon was splattered with blood.
"This time I finally held on."
His face was usually cold and aloof, but because of the blood, his lips were stained with a bright color, and he smiled contentedly.
"This time, I held on..."
He looked up at the white snowflakes drifting in the sky.
In the silence, this heavy snow became his final farewell to the world.
He descended slowly, with the Little Heavenly Dao hanging to his side. The three characters "[Lu Xuanzhi]" in the Yin-Yang Book in his palm became completely empty.
Does the "beloved one" mentioned in the ancient story need to include another person?
He looked down at him.
Its stature is as majestic as a mountain.
"The power of Heaven's Way," He murmured.
As He spoke, the Heavenly Dao emitted a gentle halo, which intimately descended upon Lu Xuanzhi's face.
He reached out and took the light, feeling the cool fragrance, before slowly turning around.
He gazed at Lingwu for a long time before taking the swaddled baby from her arms.
The sundial, which had lost its luster, was also returned to Him by Lingwu.
“You are leaving,” He said.
“I must return to the Underworld, but the Enforcement Immortal is the embodiment of the rules of this world,” Ling Wu explained gently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked away and saw a snow-covered field where only a white hair ribbon remained.
As Ling Wu's gaze focused, the hairband gradually disappeared into the blizzard.
Just like his master.
It's aloof, yet it harbors a small, selfish desire.
"It's also to repay the sins he should have committed," Ling Wu said softly, her voice gentle yet distant.
A soft, sweet female voice came from behind her, accompanied by the fluttering skirt of the woman in the purple dress, but she ultimately missed her target.
But for some reason, instead of falling due to the momentum, it was supported by a gentle force.
When Jiu Mei came to her senses, she could only see that the snow had stopped, but she was enveloped in warmth.
“Master…” she murmured, looking up at the sky that had regained its brilliance.
His hand holding the swaddled baby stiffened slightly.
The little Heavenly Dao beside Him swallowed the remaining treasures, circled around Him once, and then slowly rose into the air.
The sky was completely bright.
He lowered his eyelashes slightly, gazing at the infant in his arms, whose large eyes were filled with tears but who had not uttered a single cry, and softly said:
"He went back, but she..."
He looked up, and the words of the divine were accompanied by tenderness:
"But she has become the rule, living as long as heaven and earth, and her presence is felt wherever she goes in the world."
Jiu Mei gently raised her fingertip and touched the last falling snowflake, her voice trembling slightly: "But all I want is... the master sister who will give me the nectar of the immortal spirit flower."
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