Chapter 356 The White Moonlight Abandoned by the Immortal World Boss 73
Chapter 356 The White Moonlight Abandoned by the Immortal World Boss 73
Coming back to his senses from his memories, Wu Xuancang actually found a smile on his face. He quickly restrained his expression and looked at the other two Shenkan with a serious and fierce look.
But Chang Qing didn't even raise his eyebrows, and pulled Xiaohong, who had just come over, to the side to talk, which made Wu Xuancang's fierce attitude wasted. He could only glare at Chang Qing, then walked aside to sulk alone, and picked a flower and rubbed it hard until the snow-white flower was in a mess in his hands, and then threw it on the ground.
He raised his eyes to look at Chang Qing, who was talking to Yi Yue again. He kicked the withered flowers aside out of boredom, until he heard Chang Qing calling him, then he walked over reluctantly.
The bright moonlight was like white frost, making Chang Qing's outstretched hand look like snow on thousands of mountains at dusk, less blood-red. The green in her palm emanated vitality, which made Wu Xuancang look at her in surprise, with confusion in his eyes.
"this is for you."
Wu Xuancang said "oh" but didn't take it. He said, "This is what the Dunhuang girl left for you, and it's more suitable for you to hold it."
What's more, he also had selfish motives. He wanted the girl to have more life-saving things on her. It would be fine if he couldn't survive and died, but as long as he was still alive, he would never accept that the girl would get into trouble again in front of him, even if it was a one in ten thousand possibility.
Chang Qing was silent for a few seconds, then silently took it back. Wu Xuancang was a stubborn person. Once he made up his mind, he would not change his mind even if he was beaten for three days and three nights.
She just thought that the future was bleak, and it would be good for these old friends to have some more means of survival on them.
But since the other party was unwilling, she couldn't force it.
Xiao Hong brought up freshly washed fruits and asked, "The Lingbi Immortal Root Water ran out a few days ago, and it can't be delivered for a while. The tea that the Emperor loves to drink can't be brewed. Should we switch to Fu Sheng Ruo Meng Immortal Tea today?"
There were not many fairy servants in the Shen'an Palace. During the time when Shen'an died, every time Shen'an looked at the furnishings in the palace, they were the same as before, and the familiar faces were around, but the only person who was connected to him by blood was missing. He was overwhelmed with grief, and his soul almost suffered misfortune several times. So he sent away all the fairy servants who fiddled with flowers and plants, and only kept a few to sweep the floor.
After Chang Qing came back, with Xueli Yiyue around, he didn't feel it was too lonely. Sometimes he even thought that those people were too noisy, so he simply set up a barrier to drive them out. He would practice quietly without being disturbed by the outside world.
Emperor Wu Xuancang himself did not like to show up, and he did not have any airs of an emperor. In addition, he often came here and was familiar with Xiaohong, so he said, "Fairy, there is no need to bother. I will leave in a while."
Xiaohong nodded, then stood quietly behind Changqing, her face calm and with a bit of noble coldness.
After talking for a while, Wu Xuancang left.
As soon as he walked out, Qi San, who had been with him since childhood, ran up immediately. Before he could say anything, he heard the Emperor explaining a lot of things in a rapid-fire manner. It was like a bolt from the blue, making his whole brain a little confused and unable to function normally.
"Emperor, shouldn't Princess Shen An be responsible for this?"
He stared at his own emperor with his eyes wide open, as if covered with a white mist.
How is this going?
Your Majesty, didn't you come here with a fierce and evil spirit to seek revenge on Princess Shen'an?
How come the sudden change makes me feel that I am being treated like a cow and made to look worthless?
In fact, he was used to it. His emperor had never had the upper hand in front of Princess Shen'an. Every time he came to cause trouble angrily, he would turn around and leave happily.
The key is that the emperor is quite introverted.
Every time he has an expression that shows he is very happy but trying hard to hold back his emotions. It's just amazing, wow.
Sanqi complained in his heart and said it out loud. Wu Xuancang raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his foot and kicked him in the butt, saying coldly: "If you keep making up my little words, you can go clean the Immortal Realm Green Water Pool and clean up the filth underneath that has been there for tens of thousands of years."
"Emperor, you are seeking revenge for your personal gain."
Sanqi shouted in dissatisfaction, gritting her teeth and said, "You just want to bully me. If you dare to say these words in front of the princess one day, then I will really obey you."
"I can't cure her, so I can't cure you either." Wu Xuancang sneered and stared at Sanqi with a gloomy expression. If it weren't for the friendship between him and this guy who had followed him since childhood, he would have been beaten to death just for his mouth.
"I am so angry."
Sanqi continued to speak, but seeing that Wu Xuancang's expression had really darkened, her knees went weak and she immediately knelt down, reaching out to hug Wu Xuancang's legs and shouting that she was wrong and begging the Emperor to forgive her this time.
"I think you are really a cheapskate."
Wu Xuancang cursed and then left.
He has a lot of shit to deal with.
Chang Qing's retreat for cultivation was not to avoid Wu Xuancang, but because she noticed that her state of mind had changed and her realm had loosened, so she began to try to break through.
Everyone knew the importance of her retreat at this time, so no one disturbed her, and no one even went into her yard as usual. The dead grass by the yard grew wildly, the bright moonlight rose and fell, and three hundred years had passed without her noticing.
Wu Xuancang has been extremely busy in the past hundred years. The ancient barrier that originally separated the fairy world from the other worlds began to loosen and gradually appeared in front of the world. A mysterious abyss also appeared in the demon world, where many powerful creatures lived. From time to time, they began to test the strength of the fairy world through the demon world.
"These peaceful days are gone after all." On the endless snowfield, the white-haired woman raised her head slightly, looked at the snowflakes that had gradually turned gray, and sighed softly.
The woman's eyelashes were white, her eyes were crystal clear, and her expression suddenly became cold and fierce: "If you want to pass through here, ask me if I agree. Everyone, my clan's land has not changed color for a long time."
This battle was extremely brutal. As the Snow Girl clan lived in seclusion, the people of Zi Xiaolin only felt the huge vibration coming from the snowfield. At that time, they saw that the Snow Girl was covered in blood, with a bloody wound on her beautiful face, and half of her head was almost chopped off.
The gods were all shocked and speechless for a long time.
The Snow Girl was still standing, with several corpses lying under her feet, all of them were gods.
Her snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at the corpses on the ground, thinking that she had not brought shame to their clan.
One demigod in exchange for eight enemies who have long been gods, it’s not a loss.
As she thought so, she looked at her tribesmen who had died tragically on the ground, and tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on her face. She was held back by these people and could not care about anyone else. She could only watch the familiar people fall before her eyes one by one.
The encounter with these enemies was purely accidental.
The other party found a passage from somewhere and landed in the heart of the ice field. As soon as they appeared, the pure white and sacred snow field was polluted instantly, and the snow girl reacted and fought with them.
Everyone was sad and finally sighed softly.
The Snow Girl clan is very cruel, but their bloodline is extremely domineering and difficult to pass down. If you count carefully, there are only a handful of members left in the clan today.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, a notorious ancient god appeared.
That was the Snow Girl's mother.
She had the same character as her mother, fighting to the death and dragging so many enemies to death together with her.
"This clan..." someone sobbed.
Think about how powerful this race was back then. Even the ten major families in the God Realm did not dare to offend them easily. If it were not for their non-confrontational nature, I'm afraid they would at least be ranked in the top five among the ten major families.
Now, the whole clan has been wiped out!
The biting cold wind was blowing, and the snowflakes in the sky gradually seemed to stop falling on this silent ice field where the wind and snow had never stopped for millions of years. The wind blew through the snow-capped mountains with a rustling sound, as if someone was crying. The heartbreaking tears mixed with blood dyed the entire snow field red, and gradually returned to deathly silence.
The Snow Girl clan died too tragically, and the Snow Girl even became a god during the battle, but she was still unable to turn the tide.
In a place where there was no wind or snow all year round, there was suddenly a heavy snowstorm for several days and nights. Just like on the ice field, the snowflakes were like a waterfall, sobbing and never stopping.
A few days later, there was not a single snowflake in the entire Zixiao Forest. Even above the Shenji Ice Field, there was no white snow floating in the sky. Only the ground was covered with white. No matter whether it was human or god, there was no way to pass through here.
Some people say that this is the silent ice field crying.
After crying, it fell silent, accompanying the Snow Girl clan in complete silence in this world.
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