Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"I don't see outsiders..."

That would be a bit troublesome.

You have to find a way to get closer to determine whether it is him or not.

She clicked her tongue and stood up straight.

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Ziwei Palace.

A cold and silent palace.

There are towering old trees and glazed tile eaves.

The huge open courtyard is filled with exotic flowers and plants, and the pool water is pure and clear.

The red door is closed tightly, and the golden dragon is circling, hovering in front of the red door, with golden scales and golden armor, majestic.

The vast and magnificent starry sky is dotted with stars.

From time to time, shooting stars flash across and light appears.

That bright purple, arrow pointing straight.

Pointing in the direction of Ziwei Palace, it is looming.

It was like a god's slender hand slowly falling down, showing silent pity.

Extraordinarily quiet.

His Highness the Emperor, who returned to the throne of God, did nothing after his return.

Just sit quietly in the hall, close your eyes and relax.

It didn't move for a long time.

He had just returned and his breath was still unstable.

Plus…

He forced his little fox to become an immortal and bear the thunder disaster for her.

He sat quietly in the high hall, his handsome and cold face seemed faintly pale.

The out-of-reach, cold and immortal aura adds a bit of fragile and stunning beauty.

Chen Zi Jinghua is as dazzling as the bright moon and stars.

He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and sat quietly for a long time.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

His deep and cold eyes lowered their gaze, falling on the empty and lonely hall.

It was empty except for him.

In these millions of years, it seems that it has never changed.

His brows were cold and extremely calm.

He looked calmly, his eyes distant and cold, as if they had never had any warmth.

Only the faint smell of blood filling the air symbolizes that he is still alive and still has...

Seven emotions and six desires.

There was a moist, sticky feeling on my back, which was warm.

The smell of blood spreads.

But he seemed to have no feeling, his vision was extremely calm.

Calmly, looking at the palace.

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When he took off his clothes, most of his noble robe was soaked in blood.

The edges have long since dried and turned a dull brownish red.

Shocking and heartbreaking.

He hung the clothes on the shelf casually, and suddenly, a handkerchief fell out of it.

The beautiful bright red color fell lightly to the ground.

The pattern on it is a crooked and funny-looking fox.

The embroidery work is rough and the stitches are uneven.

You can tell at a glance that it was made by an unqualified embroiderer.

It doesn't look good at all, inside and out.

The craftsmanship is very clumsy.

The cold and handsome god lowered his gaze and then paused.

Then, he picked it up very calmly.

The kerchief is soft and light and thin.

It's very fragrant, with the unique scent of the original owner.

He watched quietly, his face as usual.

The cold white fingertips kept falling on the fox.

As he rubbed it, the uneven stitches on it even pricked his hands.

Just like that fox, sometimes it will bite people when it is cornered.

Not knowing what he thought of, his eyes softened slightly.

At that moment, there seemed to be an indescribable shadow like Su Chen.

The cold white back was mottled with bloodstains, and they penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He turned his back to the light, and slowly tightened the hand holding the handkerchief.

The delicate fox pattern was immediately held in the palm of his hand.

The faint fragrance of flowers filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, his expression vague in the dim light.

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