"Will he really come back?" The blonde woman looked at Feng Xingyao and Shen Yan with tears in her eyes.
"I will." Chen Yan looked at the spirit god in front of him and nodded.
At the beginning, she had deduced the outcome with the chess pieces five hundred times. Although the final result showed that the God of Power Feng Xingxiu would die, she still left him a glimmer of hope.
Because Feng Xingxiu is her brother.
She would never watch her brother die like this and disappear from the world.
After Chen Yan regained his memory, he also recalled the past.
Of course she knew that her brother Feng Xingxiu was in love with Lingshen.
"Do you want to wait for him?" Chen Yan looked at Lingshen and asked softly.
The spirit god nodded firmly, "Yes."
“Even if there’s no deadline?”
The Spirit God smiled, his eyes reddened, "If he can really come back, what does it matter if there is no deadline?"
Chen Yan reached out and held Lingshen's hand. Before she recovered her memory, she had misunderstood the relationship between Lingshen and Feng Xingyao. Now that she thought about it, Feng Xingyao believed from the bottom of his heart that Lingshen was his sister-in-law, so he tolerated her in every way.
The spirit god mistakenly thought that it was Feng Xingyao who did not save Feng Xingxiu, so he hated Feng Xingyao.
The spirit god was not kind to Feng Xingyao, but she was worthy of the people of the world.
She is a very good god. She has not been blinded by hatred. At the critical moment, she stood up to protect the people of the world.
"I'm sorry." Lingshen lowered her eyes. She felt ashamed of her revenge on Feng Xingyao and Shen Yan.
"We accept." Chen Yan and Feng Xingyao looked at each other and said with a smile.
Feng Xingyao also spoke at this moment, "Don't worry, my brother will definitely come back."
The spirit god nodded slightly.
…
Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.
In a blink of an eye, one thousand three hundred and fifty-six years had passed.
The spirit god had long since left the temple and gone to the spiritual cultivation mountain.
At the summit of the spiritual mountain, a woman sat quietly on the edge of a cliff. She was dressed in a long dress as white as snow, seemingly blending in with the surrounding clouds, her skirt fluttering like flowing clouds.
The woman's long hair shone like gold, cascading down over her shoulders like a waterfall. Each strand seemed so soft, swaying gently in the wind like a dancing elf.
She has a pretty face, skin as white as snow and as smooth as mutton-fat jade.
At this moment, the woman was like an exquisite portrait, breathtakingly beautiful.
She was barefoot.
The woman looked up into the distance for a long, long time.
Watched from sunrise to sunset.
When night fell, she lay on the edge of the cliff and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky.
She stretched out her hand, as if wanting to touch the distant stars. Suddenly, she saw a familiar big hand holding hers. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She tilted her head.
The scene returned to the moment when she first met him.
She was born from the spiritual energy of all living beings and transformed into a god.
At that time, she was innocent and naive, wandering barefoot in the mountains.
But she accidentally went too far and fell off the cliff. In her panic, she caught a glimpse of a young man in white clothes, tall and straight, very handsome, with a small mole on the bridge of his nose, black hair hanging behind his shoulders, looking at her coldly.
By the time she reacted, she had already fallen deep into the cliff.
Her fair skin was soon pierced by the sharp stones.
Blood oozed out.
She frowned in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Reckless." The first words he said to himself were so cold and hard.
As a god, she actually fell straight off the cliff. No one else could do it except her.
As the leader of all gods, Feng Xingxiu needs to control all gods and assign tasks to them.
When the spirit god was born, he stayed in this mountain area, never went out, and had no idea of the situation outside.
Lingshen pursed his lips in grievance, stood up, turned around and left.
Her white and tender feet stepped directly on the dirty ground, and there was mud between her toes.
When Feng Xingxiu saw this scene, his brows furrowed.
Because he had never seen such a sloppy god.
His brothers and sisters all love cleanliness.
Feng Xingxiu watched her walk away, his brows furrowed even tighter. He had long understood the importance of sex, so he naturally couldn't clean the dirt off her feet like he helped Xing Yan clean up the filth.
He summoned the mountain elf and asked her to teach the spirit god the most basic knowledge.
Then he left a mental mark and left.
When they met again, the spirit put on the shoes woven from vines.
The shoes are ugly.
Feng Xingxiu's eyelids twitched slightly, then he deliberately ignored her ugly shoes and talked to her about the duties of gods.
"As a god, you should prioritize protecting the people of the world. No emotion should transcend the people of the world. Do you understand?"
The spirit looked at him in confusion.
Seeing her like this, Feng Xingxiu knew that she didn't understand, so he patiently explained it again in detail.
He had never seen such an innocent and naive god. She was like a blank sheet of paper.
Feng Xingxiu thought to himself that it was not good for him to teach her alone all the time, so he decided to ask Sister Cheng Ying and Sister Yanyan for help.
But these two are lazy.
They seemed to know what he was going to say, and before he could even open his mouth, they slipped away quickly.
The third meeting.
He brought her some clothes and ten pairs of beautiful shoes.
The spirit god looked at the gifts with surprise.
"Thanks!"
Before he could react, she quickly cupped her cheeks and fiercely kissed him on the lips.
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