Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"...But, Si Si, when those two demons came to steal divine power, didn't you know?"

Xiao Taosheng asked curiously.

"Logically speaking, you should be able to detect them immediately. Don't you know about this?"

Yun Si patted her little head.

"Of course I know. I was observing it for a few days and originally wanted to take action."

"They didn't dare to approach Jiu Ge for fear of disturbing the soul, so they came to me and brought the artifact with them."

"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about that thing. Judging from their appearance, there should be a way to exchange divine power into magic power."

"But later, when I wanted to take action, they suddenly disappeared and never appeared again."

She originally thought they were afraid and didn't dare to show up again.

Now that Taosheng said this...it turns out that they are dead.

And he still died from the backlash of power.

Yun Si was thoughtful.

Taosheng said oh, understanding.

"That's right, how dare they steal the young master's divine power in front of his face?"

"The master's divine power is inherited from the God of Creation. It is so powerful that no one can withstand it."

"You said that before they came up with this idea, they didn't think about whether they could bear it."

"I'm fine now. I couldn't bear it anymore. I died and made a fuss about it."

"Si Si, you have to be careful next time. There are many people who covet the young master's identity and status. You have to be careful about the people around you."

"." Yun Si raised her eyebrows, "You really should be careful."

"After all, they are afraid of Jiuge, but not me."

If he really came here, he would probably just come to provoke her.

She clicked her fingers gently and delicately.

In the evening, a letter arrived.

A letter came from the Qiankun Sect. The letter was sincere and wanted Fusang Palace to return Yin Ci.

Several sects came to Fusang Palace before, but without exception they were defeated by the four guardians of Fusang Palace.

Now that no one dared to come rashly, the old head of the Qiankun Sect was helpless and sent another letter.

The Lord Palace Master opened the letter and glanced at it casually.

Then at night, while changing Yin Ci's dressing, he gave him the letter.

The deserted beauty paused for a moment when her eyes fell on the letter in her hand.

His beautiful and narrow phoenix eyes looked at her indifferently, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

The Palace Master sat opposite him, put down the letter, poured a cup of tea, and said, "This is a letter written by your master. I hope I can let you go."

"I thought about it carefully. If I reply and say that you are recovering from your injuries and will reply after a while, your boss may not believe it."

"So, why not just let you reply to the letter."

"It's better for you to write one letter yourself than for me to write hundreds of letters, isn't it?"

She drank tea, moistened her throat, and her eyes were clear and natural.

The deserted beauty opposite looked at the torn envelope and said nothing.

Instead, he looked at her quietly, with deep phoenix eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The palace master waited for a while and put down the tea cup.

"It's getting late. If you want to reply, please reply tomorrow."

"Since you are injured, go to bed early. I won't disturb you. I will go to the side room to sleep today."

She stood up and gave him a slight blessing.

After walking out of the door, her tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out.

The ice beauty inside looked at him with a faint look when she was alone with him. She always felt that her back was so cold that she could freeze to death.