Ling Song's eyes were red.

He stumbled out the door, trying to chase Xiu Yuqing's soul.

But from the knocked table and chair, a piece of letter slowly fell down.

Ling Song happened to see that his manic aura stopped because of this letter with a faint fragrance.

He picked up the letter and opened his hands tremblingly.

Sure enough, this is left for myself.

When you open the first line, there are only two words, which are his name.

Ling Song read it word by word. He was like a storm just now, slowly calming down in those words he expressed sincerely, but this calmness was filled with drizzle sadness.

"Why don't you say goodbye to him in person?" the woman asked.

"I'm also afraid, afraid that I can't speak, afraid that this kind of struggle is actually satisfied. If I have too many expectations, I'm afraid that everything will be worse." Xiu Yuqing said.

"I have seen many people who care about this world. Even though their life is actually very bumpy, they will almost crazyly ask me to give them more time. You obviously care and want to talk to him in person, but you still choose this way to leave..." said the woman in the morning light.

"Let's go." Xiu Yuqing turned around and stopped seeing Ling Song's tears in his face.

"Um."

When the wind came, the flowers and leaves also flew into the air with the gust of wind. The fragrance of flowers spreads among several nearby homes. Some people woke up at this time, and the fragrance came to their noses...

...

Qingshui River Bay, an ancient river temple in the sandbank of the river Bay. There is an empress in the temple, holding a new bud in her hand, and the statue of the god is lifelike. The people who come to worship are not carrying incense and candles, but cutting off the branches and leaves of the yard trees they planted, and the flowers in the forest are also OK.

There are many people coming and going, and early in the morning, some people voluntarily clean and repair the He Temple.

Xiu Yuqing's soul was brought here, and she looked at the people coming and going in confusion.

"You can choose to reincarnate or stay here. From now on, you represent the Hemmiao Empress, a god." The woman said.

"The temple queen who protects one side??"

"Now you are just a disciple of the gods. When your merits are fulfilled, you will be the real Hem Temple Empress. At that time, you will have a mortal body and be reborn in some good family who are worshipping, but your memories of this life will slowly disappear." The woman continued.

"You are appointed by the goddess of the temple. What kind of god are you... What should I use to thank you?" Xiu Yuqing said in surprise.

She thought she would be taken to the underworld, be judged by faith after death, and may even be tortured, but she did not expect that she would have a divine character and become the temple queen who must be...

"I don't know either. Maybe just like you, suddenly one day an uninvited guest came to knock on the door and told me that God had a will, and I followed this will. No need to thank me, thank you for yourself, what you insist on and what you fight for, makes you worthy of a good belonging." The woman said.

"How should I report to you?" Xiu Yuqing realized that she seemed to have become the god in charge of the world. Although she was a very small god in the river temple, the woman in front of her was naturally her god boss.

"I'm there, there is a studio... but nothing is necessary. I don't need to come to me. Gods perform their own duties, and everyone is looking for their own ways of gods."

"Studio?" Xiu Yuqing looked upstream of the river and saw an elegant small building among the purple bamboos. You could vaguely see the canvas hanging from the railings with undried colored ink on it.

It turns out that the god is really around.

I have seen this studio while walking in Xiu Yuqing, because it is a private territory and can only be visited through the fence.

...

...

Above the waning moon.

Zhu Minglang walked out of a ragged forest with scars on his face, almost breaking his face, and there were bloodstains on his chest and abdomen, and scars were almost growing.

Beside Zhu Minglang, the six dragon pets, Fengyue Bailong, Hell King Dragon, Nuwa Dragon, Sword Spirit Dragon, Xuan Dragon, and Elf Fluorescent Dragon, who have reached the level of the God Lord, are all covered with scars. The Hell King Dragon lays on the ground tiredly, and the Elf Fluorescent Dragon squats on the head of the Hell King Dragon, as tired as a little flower dog sticking out his tongue.

"This is not a place for people to stay, it's too terrifying." Zhu Minglang cursed.

"I almost wiped out the entire army." Mr. Koi floated out.

"I think God is cheating me. What kind of merit reward is clearly to bring me to the abyss of death!" Zhu Minglang was still scared.

The waning moon opens again.

This time Zhu Minglang went to the hiding place of the Cuckoo God with full of confidence.

You should know that your gods have accumulated merits into purple auspicious clouds. According to the past methods, you will accidentally get great opportunities, either getting a lot of money or cultivating.

Whether it is Mo Shou, a god-level master or Hong Yi, the deaths of these two evil gods can be exchanged for a large amount of divine root spiritual resources. Zhu Minglang feels that it is not too much for God to let him pick up a hundred thousand years of Condensation for free. After all, the position of Fu Chen Shen is really too risky. Without great benefits, he would rather be a fairy god to give birth to children and bring hope to those who are unhappy in the second half of his life. This life is really not difficult...

Unexpectedly, my chance was to step into an ancient illusion land, which was obviously a ruin of distorted time and space. The ruins showed the appearance of this waning moon when it was once glorious, and some of the sacred demons inside were no less than the mysterious ancient species. It felt like they were all ancient monsters sealed for countless years, waiting to reincarnate through corpses, reincarnate the filthy land, and reborn in the body!

Zhu Minglang is now feeling more and more that there is a heaven beyond the sky.

The God King level realm is definitely not the highest point of a god. Those who clearly have residual souls and consciousness are no less than the gods and demons today. If they weren’t for their many dragons and many powers, they would have been left in it forever.

"No matter what, this sunrain flower has been taken down. With its Xuanlong growth problem, it will be easy to solve!" said Mr. Koi.

"Oh, is this the shell of opportunity for the God Lord? It's too difficult, the path of cultivation is really too difficult." Zhu Minglang lamented.

Working hard can only lead to a shell of opportunity.

Simply put, it means giving you the qualification to be promoted. Whether you can be promoted depends on your subsequent performance!

Sundial shore flower.

This is all the gains from Zhu Minglang's trip.

The merits of the gods really gave Zhu Minglang an opportunity, which made Xuanlong hope to grow and transform and enter adulthood.

Xuanlong is just in his growth stage now.

Every growth and transformation of the dragon will be accompanied by a great increase in cultivation and a sublimation of ability.
Chapter completed!