Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"My mother thinks that if I offer the only position to become a god and attract many demons to compete for it, who will win?"

Fu Sheng said silently.

Of course - the strongest one will win.

but.

According to the cruel fighting method between the demon clan and the demon clan, once the fight begins, they will naturally be missing arms and legs, and both sides will be injured and the soul will be destroyed.

And when the time comes, the condescending and gentle Emperor will look down on this pitiful fight with a smile.

After all, throwing out a piece of meat can attract so many greedy vicious dogs, so it is certainly worth it.

They just pitied the vicious dogs and fought each other desperately. Even if they won in the end and were honored in the temple, it was just a dog.

It's just a dog that was used by the Emperor of Heaven.

Yun Si lay quietly among the peach blossom petals, motionless.

Listen to that gentle voice gradually dissipate.

The picture began to collapse and disintegrate into pieces, turning into formless clouds and smoke.

She slowly closed her eyes and said nothing for a long time.

His shoulders were shaking slightly, and there was endless silence.

It was as if he had been trapped in an ice cellar, even his fingertips felt cold.

She was there, and the fragrance of peach blossoms beside her seemed to still be there.

However, at this moment, she seemed to be unable to smell it anymore, and her body kept falling.

It seemed that there was no support, and in an instant, he fell into an endless bottomless pit.

His voice echoed in her mind, over and over again.

It couldn't be driven away, it couldn't be dispersed, it seemed to have taken root, deeply rooted in her mind.

She was thinking, it turns out

What Yan Huang said is true.

He really hates monsters.

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Fu Sheng raised her eyes and looked at him meaningfully.

His thin white fingertips gently touched a black stone on the chessboard, and he said in a sweet voice, "Are you sure... you want to suppress the demon clan?"

"I remember... Yun Si is also a demon. Aren't you afraid that she will turn against you because of this?"

Jun Jiuge lowered his eyelashes, his purple phoenix eyes smiling calmly.

No rush, no slowness, no ripples.

"She won't."

A very clear sentence, with a calm and descriptive tone.

Fu Sheng raised her eyebrows, "Oh?"

The bone-chilling beauty dressed in a body as warm and white as jade, her eyes fell on the sunspot, her emotions kept secret.

"She has no feelings for the demon clan."

Fu Sheng was funny: "So sure?"

Jun Jiuge said nothing and raised his hand gently.

Soon, the color of the black stone on the chessboard gradually faded.

From mellow black to flawless white.

Smooth and pure, with a faint glow.

He watched quietly for a long time.

His gentle and peaceful gaze rested on it, and his snow-white fingertips were slightly curled and hidden under his sleeves.

He seemed to tremble.

After a moment of silence, the corners of his lips raised slightly and he opened his lips.

"Actually...I'm not sure."

The gentle and holy God smiled slightly and his mood was calm.

The calm and deep purple eyes met the eyes of the person in front of him and said:

"But...if it really comes to that point, it doesn't matter."

He said softly: "If she objects and hates me because of it, then I..."

The voice of the god in white under the tree seemed to be softer.

"What are you?" Fu Sheng looked at him and asked.

But he didn't say any more.

A gentle and elegant god, with a smile and stunning brows.

He picked up the tea cup and drank it slowly.

The noble and beautiful purple eyes were full of color, and something seemed to flash past.

"It won't come to that."

Because he doesn't allow it.