On the day when Huo Xiao's soul burned out, the ashes danced in the air with the breeze. They flew higher and higher, and gradually condensed together under the moonlight, turning into a shining silver light.
The light spot hung high in the sky, and the next moment, it was like colorful starlight points gathered around the silver light spot from all directions.
They slowly revolved around the silver light, and a figure gradually appeared in the bright moonlight.
The figure seems transparent yet vaguely visible.
He was a very handsome man, with skin as white as snow, long eyebrows like swords, a high nose bridge, lips as red as peach blossoms, a body like a jade tree, and three thousand strands of white hair simply tied behind his head.
At that moment, all the starlight transformed into a thin moon-colored robe, which made his already perfect body even more eye-catching.
The silver spot of light disappeared into his forehead, and with a flash of light, a meteor tail appeared, chasing the silver spot.
At this moment, the man's thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing blood-red pupils.
His eyes were filled with the confusion and ignorance of a newborn baby.
He blinked, and the bewildered mood gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold and aloof aloofness.
He gently spread out his hands, and the essence of all things poured into his palms again.
Then it went along his arm and into his chest. At that moment, a bloody wound suddenly appeared on his chest, and the wound was emitting thick black gas. The essence of all things took this opportunity to devour it, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He lowered his head to look at it, raised his hand and gently touched that place, and whispered: "Yanxi, I remember everything..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and his gaze drew an arc in the air.
As if he had noticed something, he followed without hesitation.
As his flying speed increased, his entire body disintegrated into stars and disappeared into the night.
At the same time, above the Nine Heavens.
A man with the same forehead mark and extremely handsome was stroking the black, smooth hair of the woman who was resting on his lap.
The woman was extremely beautiful, but slightly inferior to the man.
At this moment, the man seemed to notice something and paused in his caressing. Unexpectedly, the woman lying on his lap suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, sat up straight, and looked at him in panic, "A Shu, I just dreamed that our son turned to ashes."
The man she called Ah Shu touched her head calmly, his movements gentle and his voice unhurried, reassuring, "It was just a dream. He'll be fine as long as I'm here."
"But..." The woman was still worried, her brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him for a long time, Ah Shu. I miss him so much..."
The man leaned over and hugged her, comforting her softly: "It will be soon."
"Really?" The woman sniffed and looked at him eagerly.
"Yeah, really."
Hearing this, the woman was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she broke free from the man's embrace, lifted up her skirt, and ran away with a beaming smile, "Then I'll quickly go inform Dad and Daddy and have them prepare for the return banquet!"
Seeing this, a hint of doting helplessness appeared on the man's cold and indifferent face, "Slow down, don't fall."
However, the woman ran far away and didn't hear it at all.
The man frowned, his eyes were knowing, his face was slightly cold, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.
You little bastard, it turns out that with you around, Qingyao no longer has me in her eyes.
You'd better bring back someone who can control you, otherwise, hehe...
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