Meng Po, who was boiling the soup, could only take out a handkerchief from her bosom and wipe the tears from her eyes. She groped her hunched body to Jiu Xi and said, "Sir, please take a rest! I will watch over you!"
Jiuxi stared up at the souls heading for reincarnation with a dull and cold gaze. His voice was low and hoarse, "Why haven't they come yet?... They will come after a few days."
She hugged the pillar at the end of the bridge. Her previously smooth black hair turned completely white at that moment. It was so pale, as white as frost and snow. It slowly slid down from her shoulders, like a brush of evening frost on the ground. Meng Po also sat beside Jiuxi, her eyes full of pity, "My lord... don't wait anymore, it's too late..."
Jiuxi's eyes gradually turned cold. She pushed Mengpo away coldly, snorted, and said, "Go away! I don't want to see you!"
She stretched out her fingers and drew in the air, as if outlining his face. After a while, she covered her mouth and laughed secretly, "Look, I have already drawn it...but...but why haven't you come yet?"
The icy snow air blew across the divine realm. Cangming wrapped his robe tightly around him and walked towards the distance. Around Cangming, clouds of mist lingered, occasionally singing and laughing, saying, "Hey! Are you looking for the God?"
Cang Ming nodded subconsciously, looking at the shapeless mist, and said, "Do you know where the God is?"
The fog slowly dissipated, and Cangming felt dizzy. The surrounding environment had changed. There was no frost that chilled him to the bones, no biting cold wind. There was only the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Yue Li was sitting by the stream, her light eyes closed, peaceful and tranquil.
Just a few steps away, there was a thud, and Cangming knelt on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and he kept kowtowed to Yueli, "God! Please, save my daughter!"
Yue Li waved her sleeves, and a warm breeze blew out of nowhere. Cang Ming felt that his body was gently lifted up by the warm breeze. His figure was already a bit like a withered leaf, and it seemed as if he would be blown away by the wind in the next moment. He seemed to have aged thousands of years in an instant, and even some silver threads appeared on his hair.
Yue Li slowly stood up from the ground, her tall figure casting a cool shadow. Yue Li looked at him, as if she saw his helplessness and his care. Yue Li's lips opened, "Cang Ming, you should understand that it is she who refuses to let herself go."
Cang Ming's voice grew increasingly hoarse, "Lord God... could you please disguise yourself as Ming Ye and visit my daughter?"
Yue Li didn't say anything. After a long silence, he nodded slightly and replied, "Okay."
But when Yue Li walked to the bank of the Wangchuan River wearing a purple robe, she saw the person with silver hair. Her back was desolate and so thin, as if she would float away in the air in the next moment. Her eyes were full of stubbornness and persistence. Sometimes she smiled happily and joyfully, and sometimes she cried gently and sadly. There were circles of people around her, but she seemed to be unable to see them, and her eyes were as black as a ghost.
Her head was leaning against the wooden pillar, as if she had seen some illusion, her fingers stopped and started, as if she was sketching something. There was a jade pendant hanging around her waist, and the cloud pattern on it was dazzling.
Yue Li quietly approached her, slowly squatted down, held her cold hand, with a bit of pity in his eyes, and said softly, "Axi, let's go home."
Even Xiao Guo'er couldn't help crying when she saw Yue Li's face, "Daddy! Daddy, why did you come just now? Wuuuuu..."
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