Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

A pair of narrow, thin, cool phoenix eyes raised upward, slightly raised, not angry, but extremely indifferent.

It was as if nothing could lift his mood.

"I hope your Majesty will keep his promise."

His voice was cold, neither tight nor slow.

His tone was calm, without any hint of condescension.

It seemed like it was reminding him.

His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor smiled and met his gaze, which was meaningful.

"A Chen, are you sure... you are really doing this just to break the relationship between the mortal world?"

Rather, want to renew their relationship?

The cold and gorgeous noble man raised his eyes, his phoenix eyes were extremely cold.

His Majesty the Emperor picked up the teacup, nodded, and spoke in a deeper tone.

"A three-thousand-year-old fox demon, allowing her to avoid the punishment of heaven is already the greatest gift. Why do you need to do this and force her to become an immortal?"

Did you say it was the end of the world?

How can he believe this?

The man stood up slowly, his voice cold and indifferent.

"She has never hurt me, and she also saved my life in the mortal world."

"Of course I can bear such a gift."

He returned to his throne, regained his divine power, and possessed the memory of a god that lasted for tens of thousands of years.

For this brief mortal love, it seems that it is really just an understatement and a few hasty words.

Give gifts freely and return favors freely.

His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven did not say anything, he just put down the teacup and let out an incredulous sigh.

It seems that I believe it, but it seems that I don't believe it.

After the man left, his eyes turned and fell on the Taixu Mirror suspended in mid-air.

After pondering for a moment, he rolled his sleeves.

The Taixu Mirror immediately appeared on the screen.

Appear slowly...

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The weather was very bad on the day Su Chen left.

Since morning, dark clouds have filled the entire sky, blocking the bright sun and suppressing all the air.

The wind was strong and thunder was everywhere.

Among the dark leaves flying all over the sky, only the bright and warm red under the eaves window is the most eye-catching color and the loneliest color.

Alone, holding her dead lover.

She hugged him and didn't cry, but her eyes were red uncontrollably.

As if he had anticipated such a day, he hugged her for a long, long time.

It was so long that the body became cold and stiff, but she didn't let go.

Until night and day.

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The next day, it rained harder and harder outside, and the storm showed no signs of stopping.

In the warm room, the girl who had just lost her partner was extremely silent.

Quietly fetching hot water, finding clean towels, and bathing her dead husband.

Wipe your entire body and put on clean clothes.

On this day, she did not wear the red dress she loved most in the past, but changed into the plainest and whitest mourning dress.

Quietly, in the endless rainstorm, in the deserted house, white silk was hung and the words "mourning" were affixed.

A lonely man carefully held the cold and stiff body and put it into the coffin's shroud.

It was a long day, she was alone and at home.

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The third day.

The rainstorm has become lighter.

But still big.

The girl in plain mourning clothes was still handling the funeral alone.

She had not spoken a word since her husband left.

Quietly, clean the house and release all the chickens and ducks raised in the house into the forest.

She became a widow, but she never shed a tear.

When she had nothing to do, she turned into a soft little fox and leaned motionless next to the corpse.

Guard him and lick him from time to time.

Never leave.