The clouds are filled with tides, and Venerable Gu Yao is moving forward.

"Stay." A faint voice sounded not far behind it.

Venerable Gu Yao paused and slowly turned around: "Shi Yin?"

The one who caught up with him was Di Shiyin. He was still dressed up at Qi Qi's birthday party. His white robe was dyed like snow, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were sparse.

"Qiqi has nothing to do with Zunjia, please take this item back." Di Shiyin flipped his wrist and handed over the fox-shaped hairpin.

Venerable Gu Yao was stunned for a moment, his face was not very good: "Shi Yin, what do you mean?"

Indra's eyes were slightly sharp: "Your Majesty, you understand."

Venerable Gu Yao's face froze, and his eyes were quite complicated: "You...you can see..."

Indra still said lightly: "Your Majesty, I'm not a fool."

"When?" Venerable Gu Yao didn't give up. He felt that he had already played the role very much!

"When does it matter?" Di Shiyin coldly threw the hairpin at him: "Your Majesty has nothing to do with you anymore. Qi Qi is a descendant of Qingqiu and has nothing to do with Your Majesty. Your Majesty does not have to work hard to deliver things."

This sentence is quite hurtful, but Venerable Gu Yao could only listen. He took the hairpin to his hand, turned his body, and finally returned to his original appearance and became the Emperor of Heaven.

He looked sad: "Shi Yin, you will never forgive your father for your whole life?"

Indra did not answer, turned around and left.

"Shi Yin, maybe there will be not many days for father. Do you really want to die with regret?" The Emperor of Heaven spoke sadly behind him.

Indra's cloud step paused slightly, but then he left like flowing water, leaving only a few words in the air: "Your Majesty, you are the Emperor of Heaven, not the Emperor of the World."

The emperors on earth have birth, old age, sickness and death, but the emperor of heaven lives with the heaven. If there is no accident, he will live until the end of the world. But he wants to use the emperor of the human world to deal with him... Do you think he is an idiot?

The Emperor of Heaven watched his shadow gradually disappear in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, and the gloom in his eyes could not be concealed by any means, and sighed leisurely.

The Emperor of Heaven does live with the heavens and will not die of old age, but he will also undergo disasters and become a feather...

Originally, his catastrophe would be twenty-hundred thousand years later, but the great catastrophe in heaven was approaching. As the Emperor of Heaven, he had no choice but to protect it and would sacrifice his life if necessary...

"Ashuang, maybe we will blend in the dust of heaven and earth soon. Will you be happy? The only thing I don't want to worry about is our son. He is extremely outstanding, but I'm afraid he will regret it...or he really has no feelings for me, the father. If that's good, at least he won't be very sad that day if I really have an unexpected situation..."

As the Emperor of Heaven, he naturally has a very keen sixth sense of his own end, and he understands that his days are really not many.

But - he has not obtained his son's forgiveness yet...

The Emperor of Heaven stood there for a long time, thinking deeply, holding the hairpin tightly in his hand.
Chapter completed!