Established destiny
Backlash? Compensation? What if I fall into the devil's trap and die...
The words on Yan Zhu's lips kept coming back, but she had to bring it up today so that she could feel at ease in the future. She mustered her courage and continued, "What if I fall into the devil's way due to the backlash? What will the God Realm do?"
She didn't know where she got the courage from, she looked at Tianjun without blinking, but she was disappointed.
The superior never shows his emotions, so it is difficult to get any clues.
Haotian played with the colored glass chess piece and looked at Yanzhu calmly, saying, "The laws of the divine realm are inviolable. You were born for purification, and this is your destiny. But I believe that the God of Purification will never see such a day."
Yan Zhu couldn't hide her complicated feelings. She didn't believe the same words from Qingxuan or Tianjun.
"Don't worry, Lord. I will strictly abide by my duty and serve the divine realm until my death. I will never regret it."
Haotian: "That's great. But last time you rejected me, was it because of Rong Shang?"
As Yan Zhu was asked the indifferent question, she was surprised and felt a chill all over her body.
Yan Zhu hurriedly stood up in panic, urgently explaining, "My Lord, this is not the case! With my divine position, my only hope is to purify the turbid air and do my best for the divine realm. As for the Lord of the Underworld, he is like a shining star in the night sky, a bright moon in the sky. How could I dream of pluck the star and chase the moon?"
Yan Zhu took a step back and knelt on the ground, raised his hands to salute, and said solemnly: "I hope the Heavenly Lord will understand!"
Qingxuan sent a message to Haotian: She is timid.
Haotian replied: "We have to scare him, just in case the God of Purification and Turbidity in the God Realm escapes to the Underworld. But, do you really have no intention? If you do, at worst I can grant you an oracle."
Qingxuan: Thank you for your kindness. I have no other thoughts.
On Yanzhu's side, the hall fell silent for a while. The Heavenly Emperor's thoughts were too difficult to guess.
Until I heard Qingxuan's soft cough.
Then the Heavenly Lord sighed, "Why are you still so timid? You kneel at every turn. Stand up. I'm just asking casually. There's no need to be so nervous."
Hearing this, Yan Zhu lowered her eyes, slowly stood up, her calves trembling slightly.
Damn it.
Haotian stood up, with his hands behind his back and his back to the two of them, looking up at the thousands of lights below the stage, which dotted the dark night with stars.
Haotian waved his hand, his voice cold and expressionless: "You can leave now."
The two of them bowed and took their leave.
After leaving the hall, Yan Zhu was puzzled and asked Qing Xuan, "Does the Heavenly Lord have a sweetheart?"
The latter glanced at Yan Zhu lightly: "Why do you ask?"
Yan Zhu's face was full of thought, as if she was being serious. "The Lord seems to be particularly concerned about my marriage. He's asking if I have a sweetheart and if I like Rong Shang. Could it be that the Lord is really attracted to a little palace maid like me?"
Qingxuan remained silent, looking at Yanzhu's eyes in deep thought, but the latter was obviously still racking his brains to think about Haotian's abnormality.
"But what does the Heavenly Monarch want?"
Yan Zhu couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question, pursed her red lips, and subconsciously raised her head slightly to ask the man next to her for his opinion. When she saw this, she was stunned.
Qingxuan's dark eyes were deep, gleaming with a dangerous luster, his sword-like brows were slightly frowned, and his aura suddenly turned cold. It spread to her body along with the evening breeze, just like he had trapped her in the space between his jade pillar and his eyes in broad daylight, as if he was staring at his prey.
The undisguised aggression made her breath slightly choked and her heart beat like a drum.
Yan Zhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, her forehead jumped violently, and she opened her mouth and said softly: "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhu looked suspicious, took a half step back, and looked a little defensive.
For some reason, Yanzhu couldn't help but feel timid when she saw Qingxuan, who was calm and composed, and whose eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of possession.
Qingxuan curled his lips: "The shining star in the night? The bright moon in the sky?"
Yan Zhu frowned: "What do you want to say?"
Qingxuan gave a short smile, but it didn't reach his eyes: "The God's evaluation of the Lord of the Underworld is... very high."
Yan Zhu's face was filled with black lines: "When did you ever take it seriously?"
After a while, Qingxuan lowered his eyes, and the stagnant air around them became lively. He reached out and took her hand, and chuckled in a negotiating tone: "I think we should go over tonight and put the new things we have added to the lonely land in the south room?"
Gujing is a small courtyard. Yanzhu lives in the east room and Qingxuan lives in the north room. Now the west and south rooms are vacant.
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What is a moody face?
That's it.
Wu Jiu transmitted a message through the space: Master! How can you indulge this man?! He's emotionally unstable, unstable!
He advanced and she retreated, he talked and laughed, and she became bolder and started to lose her temper.
"what ever."
Yan Zhu came back to her senses and felt the coldness of the other person's fingertips on her palm. She snorted softly, twisted her wrist, and used her strength to shake off the man's hand. Then she strode over Qingxuan, raised her chin, and walked down the stairs angrily.
Qingxuan followed not far away, his eyes fixed on the beautiful figure in front of him in the moonlight, his expression unclear.
In the eyes of the Heavenly Lord, Yanzhu must belong to the divine realm, no matter what means are used.
The two returned to the lonely land, and the stone table was filled with exquisite and delicious dinner, and even dessert.
Wujiu had already smelled the food and appeared, greedily inhaling the delicious food above the stone table.
Yan Zhu looked at Yan Zhi in surprise: "You did it?"
Yan raised his chin and said, "No."
Then he continued, "It was the clan leader who made it. She said that three meals a day should not be skipped."
Yan Zhu stood and took a bite of the lion's head. The meat was tender and delicious, stimulating her taste buds and arousing her appetite. She narrowed her eyes and praised, "I didn't expect your father's cooking skills to be so good."
The crooked mind: “?”
Qingxuan was washing his hands nearby. Upon hearing this, he smiled and explained, "My mother is the clan leader."
Yanzhu paused chewing, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and she mumbled, "I see. It's delicious."
Qingxuan stretched out his long arm, slightly bent his knuckles, filled a bowl of rich and fragrant crucian carp and radish soup, and handed it to Yanzhu.
The latter suddenly felt that she was quite disappointing. With the comfort of delicious food, she could accept Qingxuan's changeable expression today.
Wu Jiu sent a voice message: After all, Master, you can also change your face, who can't?!
Yanzhu replied while eating: That's the truth, but something is wrong, how can it be the same?
Wujiu didn't understand, but it thought it was its master who made the profit.
Yanzhu's mouth was stuffed with lion's head meat, and her red lips were slightly oily, making them look more tender and plump. On the other hand, Qingxuan chewed slowly and his gestures were leisurely. Yanzhi on the other side also swallowed in small sips.
Yanzhi pursed his lips and was about to speak, but after receiving a cold glance from his young master, he fell silent.
He didn't understand. Since he was a child, the young master had always told him to behave like a gentleman when he was away from home, including the etiquette of dining. But now in this isolated place, all the etiquette was of no use.
To be precise, it was this woman who didn't need to care about her manners, as her young master was particularly indulgent towards her.
Suddenly someone pushed the door open. Yanzhu looked up and saw it was Rong Shang.
Qingxuan raised an eyebrow: "You haven't left yet?"
"No rush."
Rong Shang walked slowly, tucked in his wide sleeves, and took a seat. His gaze shifted from the sumptuous meal to the two of them, and he smiled, "This is the first time I've seen someone in the God Realm start a fire. You wouldn't mind an extra pair of chopsticks, right?"
Like the human world.
Yan Zhu swallowed the fish in her mouth and then spoke: "Okay, but if the Heavenly Lord knew about this, would he blame me?"
As long as Yanzhu doesn't marry into the underworld, the Emperor of Heaven will naturally turn a blind eye.
Qingxuan: "The Lord is humble and will not care about such trivial matters."
Rong Shang conjured a pair of wooden chopsticks with one hand, picked up a piece of fish, and savored it carefully: "It's very different from the food in the underworld."
Yan Zhu smiled and said, "There are many delicious foods in the human world. Rong Shang can go and try them when he has time."
Qingxuan put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and changed the subject calmly: "It's better to do it now than to wait for a day. Starting tonight, Yanzhu will begin her training."
Yanzhu almost choked on the soup and the corners of her mouth twitched. She was really bringing up things that were irrelevant and ruining the atmosphere.
He mechanically glanced at Qingxuan, who was standing beside him with an indifferent expression, and forced a smile. He said softly, "Everything has a beginning and an end. I see it's getting late now. How about getting up early?"
Qingxuan just smiled and said nothing.
Yan Zhu immediately put down his chopsticks, stood up abruptly, and said solemnly, "You two, please do as you please. I'm going to catch up on some sleep first."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Qingxuan to speak, Yanzhu turned around, walked straight into the house, and closed the door with a bang.
Rong Shang poured himself a bowl of fish soup and raised an eyebrow: "So urgent?"
Qing Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, without commenting: "She is good at being self-satisfied. If she doesn't put in some effort to push herself, she will always stay in her comfort zone."
Rong Shang took a sip of soup, his eyes flickering slightly, and he sneered casually: "It sounds like you know A Yan very well."
Qingxuan raised his eyes, his expressionless face turning into a smile: "After spending a year together, we have figured out everything we need to know. But the Lord of the Underworld..."
He paused, glancing obscurely towards the east room, then retracted his gaze and looked at Rong Shang, covering his face and whispering, "He has the idea, but hasn't taken any action. It's quite curious."
I'm also glad that Rong Shang didn't take any action, otherwise there would be no chance for him to be allowed to approach me deliberately.
Although the secret deep in his heart was exposed, Rong Shang did not panic at all. His almond-shaped eyes were still smiling as he slowly sipped his tea.
Compared to Qingxuan who deliberately lowered his voice, Rong Shang's voice did not drop at all, with a slightly sharp tone. Instead of answering, he asked: "What about you? Have you developed any feelings for Ah Yan in the past year?"
"Just now I was admiring the beauty of the divine realm. I heard along the way that Ah Yan protects you very closely. It's not surprising that you hold hands and embrace each other on certain occasions. The gods must consider you a match made in heaven."
"So... does the Lord God treat me with sincerity?"
Facing Rong Shang's three questions, Qingxuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he casually set up a barrier before saying, "Do you know?"
But Rong Shang was wrong. A match made in heaven? It was more of a show of gods watching.
Yanzhu's second form teases him at will, and the gods are not surprised.
Rong Shang: "No one approaches me without a reason. There is cause and effect in this world. I originally thought you and I were the same, but after hearing what Lord Bai Ri said, combined with the fact that your cultivation has long since recovered, I realized... you have another purpose. I suspect it's related to the prophecy stone."
Qingxuan did not comment.
Rong Shang put down his chopsticks and continued, "I'm curious, what's the hidden story that made you get involved?"
Qingxuan: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
Rong Shang narrowed his phoenix eyes mischievously, emitting bursts of pressure, and the barrier immediately stirred up a slight quarrel.
"There's no such thing as an impenetrable wall. She's simple, but not stupid. Even if you try your best to hide it, it will be discovered sooner or later."
Qingxuan's long hair rippled in the wind, and she gathered her spirit to counter the opponent's aura. Her expression was cold and stern: "Don't worry about this, Lord of the Underworld."
The man looked at Rong Shang with a hint of a smile on his face, making it hard to tell whether it was real or fake.
"Anyway, I won't hurt her."
"As for whether he is sincere? What is the position of the Lord of the Underworld in talking to me now?"
Rong Shang's expression was half restrained. After a while, he dispersed his imposing aura and placed a pendant on the table. Essence could be seen flowing inside the pendant, emitting tiny bits of light, like moonlight.
It is the true water of Xuanming.
Rong Shang stood up without answering Qing Xuan's question. "The pendant has been repaired. Please give it to her for me. On the day when the Nether Ghost matures, you two are welcome to visit the underworld. I'll be leaving first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Shang was completely enveloped by the vast moon-like Xuanming True Water and disappeared in an instant.
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