The next day, as dawn broke, Hua, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes with one hand and gently scratched her brow with the other, knocking on Chu Yu's door. Her voice was soft and sweet, unique to someone who hadn't fully woken up.
"Chu Yu~~"
Almost as soon as they heard Hua knocking, the door opened from the inside.
Chu Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the flower, his brows furrowed with worry. "What's wrong? Why did Liao Liao wake up so early?"
It's only the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) now; normally, Hua doesn't get up until almost the hour of Si (9-11 AM).
She rubbed her temples with her small hands, then looked up at Chu Yu with wet eyes, her tone full of pride, "Chu Yu, my temples are so itchy."
Hearing that Hua said it itched, Chu Yu quickly coaxed her, "Liao Liao, take your hand away, let me see."
After Hua removed her hand, Chu Yu saw that Hua's brow was indeed slightly red, and it was still faintly hot when he put his hand on it.
Seeing that Chu Yu remained silent for a long time, Hua urged him anxiously, "Chu Yu, what's wrong with me?"
"It's so itchy." Hua couldn't help but want to scratch it, but Chu Yu immediately grabbed her hands and stopped her from scratching.
Hua couldn't see Chu Yu's expression, and the itching was unbearable. To make matters worse, Chu Yu was holding her hand, his voice trembling with a hint of a sob.
"Chu Yu, Chu Yu, itchy."
Chu Yu looked down at the flower, which was itching terribly. He felt sorry for it, but dared not touch it rashly. He looked at the flower with a serious expression and said, "Liao Liao, the golden lotus mark between your eyebrows has disappeared, and a new mark is now appearing."
He nervously checked Hua's body, and thankfully, there was nothing wrong. But he didn't dare to be careless, so he looked at Hua and asked, "Liao Liao, do you feel unwell?"
Tears welled up in her eyes from the itching, and when Chu Yu asked, she looked at him with teary eyes and said, "No, it's just itchy, very itchy."
As they were talking, he couldn't help but reach out to touch her again, but Chu Yu stopped him in time.
Chu Yu frowned deeply. Even he didn't understand the current situation. He had never heard of such a thing before. You must know that marks are not things that can be changed at will. These are all closely related to their original bodies.
Yes! The original body!
Chu Yu quickly helped Hua sit down, and looking at her sitting obediently, he instructed her, "Liao Liao, in a little while my consciousness will enter your sea of consciousness, so don't resist it at all."
"good."
Hua Hua just wanted Chu Yu to solve this problem quickly, it was so itchy that she didn't care what Chu Yu was saying or what he asked her to do, she just nodded.
Chu Yu was afraid that the flower would be tempted to scratch it, so he froze the flower in place to prevent it from moving around.
He then closed his eyes without delay and sent a wisp of his consciousness into the flower's sea of consciousness.
Each person's sea of consciousness is a small world. It can be hidden from the outside, but it cannot be escaped from the heart. The sea of consciousness is a reflection of each person's inner self.
Chu Yu walked through the sea of flowers in his mind, surrounded by flowers and plants. He could hear the sound of flowing water and melodious birdsong.
After walking for a long time, they finally saw a small spring, in which a lotus flower was gradually blooming. Chu Yu's expression was very solemn.
He had seen the flower's true form before, and he remembered it very clearly. Although the flower's true form was also a red lotus, it was surrounded by golden threads. Therefore, the mark between the flower's eyebrows had always been a small golden lotus. However, this one was a pure red lotus.
Although it is not yet in full bloom, one can already imagine how enchanting it will be once it does.
The reason why Liao Liao's forehead feels sore and itchy is probably because of this.
The moment Chu Yu's divine sense touched it, the red lotus, which had just been a small bud, instantly bloomed. Every petal was dazzlingly red, and the golden threads that had been outside all turned into golden lotus stamens.
Chu Yu wasn't sure what was going on, but seeing that the flower was harmless, he let it go.
Having left the flower's sea of consciousness, the spirit knew that since it was now fully opened, the flower should no longer itch.
Sure enough, after regaining his senses, he saw that the flower, which had been frozen in place, was actually sitting upright and asleep. He chuckled indulgently and couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch the flower's slightly pouting cheeks.
He thought to himself, "What a heartless little thing! I'm still worried about her, and she's fast asleep."
Chu Yu looked up at the sky outside, which was gradually brightening. It was too dazzling. He made a hand seal with his left hand, and the outside instantly went dark again. He picked up Hua, who was sleeping on the table, and gently put her on the bed.
Still worried about the alluring red lotus between her brows, Hua took a nap and searched through the "Records of the Six Realms" for relevant records.
While things were peaceful and serene here, it was the demon king and his demon clan who came to see Chu Yu who suffered.
Mo Lin stood very obediently behind the Demon King, acting like a quail, not daring to breathe. When the Demon King and the others were in the distance, it was still daytime here, but before they could knock on the door, the sky above this courtyard had already turned into a night sky studded with stars.
The horde of demons was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.
Mo Lin had made an appointment to go hunting in the suburbs today, and he was getting restless. He couldn't help but lean close to the Demon King and whisper, "Father, should we send someone to inform them?"
"We can't just sit here and wait, can we?"
The Demon King, unusually, did not scold Mo Lin. He was also considering that they had come to see the God of the Main God today because they had important matters to discuss, and they could not afford to delay.
Mo Lin was immediately instructed to knock on the door. Mo Lin stepped forward, but before he could knock, the door opened from the inside as soon as he raised his hand. A little demon came out, respectfully greeted the Demon King, and then said, "Demon King, the Lord God instructed me to tell you that the time is not yet ripe."
Having said that, he obediently retreated, leaving the Demon King and his entourage standing outside.
The Demon King stared at the tightly closed gate, pondering Chu Yu's words. His furrowed brows showed no sign of easing. Seeing this, Mo Lin feigned innocence, saying, "Father, if you don't know about this, how would outsiders know?"
Unexpectedly, these words enraged the Demon King, who kicked Mo Lin, yelling, "You bastard! You ignorant fool!"
Caught off guard, Mo Lin was suddenly kicked to the ground by the Demon King. Seeing the Demon King's furious expression, he dared not utter a sound.
He could only slink up on his own, not even daring to brush the dust off his body.
Now that their request had been answered, and considering that the Supreme God probably wouldn't see them today, the Demon King didn't linger and turned to leave.
After the Demon King left, Mo Lin dared to brush the dust off his body, muttering resentfully as he did so, "That's right, I didn't say anything wrong. Even Father doesn't know, so how could an outsider like him know when the Silver Princess's Tomb will appear?"
Seeing his foolish appearance, Ling Ji couldn't help but speak up, "Your Highness, be careful what you say."
Mo Lin scoffed, "Be careful what you say! Do you think he'd even hear you?"
Unexpectedly, before Mo Lin could finish speaking or take two steps, a powerful pressure struck him directly, forcing him to kneel at the gate.
This kneeling lasted for a full half-day.
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