"My poor disciple! It's all my fault. Why didn't you call for my help when you were fighting the monsters?" Immortal Lord Qingxue walked over and tenderly stroked Xie Yingnan's head. He then silently took ten steps back when he smelled the stench on Xie Yingnan's body.
Old Huang: .....What a naive and innocent girl.
Gingerbread: "Master, let's take my senior brother inside first."
"Hmm..." Qingxue Immortal Lord touched his nose guiltily, "I suddenly remembered that my senior brother, the sect leader, asked me to do something. Yingnan will be in your care now."
They run faster than rabbits.
Little Yellow let out two tired breaths, "Woof woof~"
Old Huang squatted down, "I'll carry him back on my back."
The two escorted Xie Yingnan back to his room. Old Huang checked his injuries, while Jiang Bingbing sat to one side, performing a ritual to remove dust.
It suddenly occurred to me.
When she first transmigrated, her senior sister was sitting by the bed, repeatedly performing the Dust Removal Technique.
Xianyu Peak is traditionally a place of origin.
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Ascend to the Heavenly Palace.
The main temple of the god.
"Alas, it seems that the Eight Desolate Continents are about to witness an earth-shattering war, just like it did a thousand years ago."
"Tell me, what's the explanation?"
On the white jade throne.
Seated there was a handsome man with silver embroidered cloud patterns.
His expression was solemn.
He lowered his eyes to look at the red-robed deity in the main hall.
The red-robed deity was completely out of place in the stark white divine realm.
All the gods knew how terrifying the Red-Clothed God-King's power was.
Fen Jue asked calmly, "Lord God, what is your interpretation?"
The Supreme God smiled and said, "As you know, fewer and fewer people have ascended to heaven in the last thousand years, and the Heavenly Palace is short-handed. I'm afraid you'll have to personally go down to the mortal realm this time."
"After the matter is accomplished, I will reward you handsomely."
Fen Jue's brows twitched slightly as he raised his eyes to look at the man on the throne, and he said in a deep voice:
"I won't offer a generous reward, but I hope you'll grant me one request."
"Oh? What's that?"
The Lord God perked up his little ears, which seemed to be full of gossip.
"..." Fen Jue remained silent, turned and left. "I can't tell you now."
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