A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 602 Chapter 602 Please Walk Slowly
"People know that God cannot be killed, so they kill God's lover, so that God will voluntarily die for love."

"Gods appear because of unfulfilled desires. Although one god dies, another god is born. When mortals are pushed into desperate situations, the souls of gods will be born from them."

"But the Queen Mother of the West died not for any love, but for the common people."

"The immortal god has entered the cycle of reincarnation several times, wasting her cultivation and exhausting her lifespan. She no longer needs to accumulate merits. From the day when mortals spread across the earth, she has already completed her merits."

"The wind has dawned..."

"The wind has dawned?"

"Already aware!"

In the dream, someone called her by her full name.

Yuan Wuyou opened his eyes with great effort, and the next moment, he witnessed a raging fire burning the Taolin Mirror Pond to ashes.

A strange god emerged from the ashes of the fire. He had a human face and a beast body, with wings and a phoenix tail on his back. When he flapped his wings, a brilliant light appeared. But he was suddenly swallowed by the black fire until it was pitch black.

Then a little colorful light jumped out from the darkness, gradually spread its wings, cut through the darkness, and rushed towards the beacon fire.

That's a crow.

A colorful crow with every feather black chased the white crane from the city gate to the city wall, brushed past a semi-transparent silk hairpin and a jade disk with a Chilong pattern, and then soared into the sky.

The wind blew, blowing open his knee-length white hair and ruffling his faded royal robe, but the owner of the jade disk remained motionless and stood firm.

The white-haired immortal on the tower of Shenqiling suddenly opened his long-lashed phoenix eyes. He was cold and restrained, indifferent and aloof, and full of divinity.

He just looked down at the childish girl waving at him downstairs.

"Master, you don't have to see me off. I'm going back to Chang'an to see Mingyue!"

The young crown prince Huaxu, who had reached the age of marriage, wore a short shirt and casual clothes with a high ponytail. Although his face still looked childish, it was still difficult to hide the fact that he had grown into a tall and agile little leopard.

She went to Chang'an to keep her appointment and met the so-called bright moon.

Bai Heyin watched her leave happily, knowing that it was a road of no return and the beginning of her shattered dreams.

His expression remained indifferent, and his voice was extremely cold, without any emotion, yet full of compassion: "Walk slowly."

Take a good look at the scenery around you, because every step you take from now on will be too difficult.

The girl came with light, and every step she took was difficult, and every day felt like a year.

The black bird flying is God's mercy. The flesh saving the world is human greed.

The dead Tao Hongjing was the mad Ji Man, whose heart was broken. Bai Heyin was born in the ashes of despair. He had dreams of his past lives since he could remember. He could see through everyone's fate, even life and death, since the day he opened his eyes.

But he did not believe in the tragic songs of gods and mortals in his dreams, nor did he believe in the fate of those who were bound to die, and he did not believe in his own eyes that could see into the secrets of heaven.

It was not until he met the young crown prince of the Western Wei Dynasty that he foresaw that she would be like the beautiful but ill-fated women in his dreams and in history books, with talent envied by heaven and a tragic death.

Bai Heyin began to believe it. He would rather believe it than not believe it. He wanted to take precautions before it happens and change his fate.

And this girl, his disciple who had grown up under his watch, was just as remarkable as he had predicted, determined and resolute.

Eighteen years of enjoying the prosperity of the world and being supported by her subjects, she felt it was just a blink of an eye and never mentioned it. The past three months of this year were like a year, with no rest day and night, and she measured it step by step without a moment's rest.

Beyond the dream is a more distant dream.

On that day of that year, it was also raining heavily in Western Shu.

It was clearly dawn, and it should have been the morning glow of the rising sun, but the sky was filled with dark clouds, heavy rain, and hazy fog.

The white-haired Taoist looked up at the sky, and saw only a full moon and the Milky Way.

He raised his hand and pointed to a star in the sky, and that star began to shine brightly.

"Xi is beside the sun and moon, holding the universe." "Zi Wei Dou Shu, the stars appear, and the stars return to their positions."

"The night is over, the dawn is coming!"

"I will use my lifespan to change your fate and shatter the universe. I hope that this time, you can win, or... live longer."

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"Wake up! Yuan Wuyou, wake up... don't scare me..."

"Li Mingjian! Did you poison her? If anything happens to her, I will kill all nine clans of the Longxi Li family!!"

"Yuan Wuyou, wake up..."

When Yuan Wuyou finally tore off his stuck eyelashes with great difficulty and woke up, he found himself lying in a warm embrace. The skeleton under her was very thin, but the skin was very soft and delicate.

The first thing she saw was a pair of gray-blue phoenix eyes under the white jade mask. The eyes were sinister and anxious, but then turned into joy in an instant.

"You...you're awake?"

Yuwen Huaibi was kneeling on the ground, holding the girl horizontally, letting her head lean on his chest. When she woke up, she was still in this position.

Yuan Wuyou's face was pressed against his chest through two thin layers of satin cloth. Through his extremely rapid heartbeat, she could almost feel his slightly bulging chest and delicate skin.

It turned out that she was lying in Yuwen Huaibi's arms just now. No wonder she had a nightmare.

Then she realized that something was wrong and was very rude, so she quickly tore her face off his chest and sat up from his arms.

"We...how could this happen? Where is Li Mingjian?"

As she spoke, she turned her head to look around, and saw the glowing Moye sword lying on the ground not far away.

Yuan Wuyou raised his head and looked along the sword, and saw a young man in black with a pale face, whose hands were twisted behind his back by several black-clad soldiers wearing armor, and who were being held a few steps away.

A streak of red flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that she had woken up and was looking at him with concern, the young man's red lips suddenly forced out a smile, "Haha...silly sister, now you know that your brother is the only one in the world who won't lie to you, and only your brother can be trusted, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Huaibi shouted:

"Take him away and lock him up!"

Upon hearing this, Sister Yuan angrily pushed the Xianbei man's chest away.
"No! Let him go!"

She looked anxious as she watched the palace soldiers drag her brother away. She struggled to stand up, but Yuwen Huaibi grabbed her injured left wrist and said, "Don't go... I didn't mean to lie to you! I—"

"Ahh..."

Yuan Wuyou wanted to pull his hand back, but it hurt his wound, so he turned back angrily and glared at the Xianbei man sitting in front of him.

"Let go! Tell them to let go of Li Mingjian!"

Their eyes met, and the man's gray-blue phoenix eyes under his jade face narrowed slightly, revealing a sinister depth.

His eyes were cold and his tone was calm, but he left no room for doubt:

"I won't hurt him, but I can't leave him here to cause trouble."

Yuwen Huaibi's argument was non-convincing, and he pinched his injured wrist. Yuan Wuyou had no choice but to turn his head and look at the young man who was surrounded and taken away by a large group of palace soldiers.

"Li Mingjian! Aren't you good at fighting? Why don't you resist?"

Yuan Wuyou anxiously watched the palace soldiers take Li Mingjian away, and could only bark helplessly. The most infuriating thing was that Li Mingjian, who was usually like a hedgehog, did not make any noise this time and was taken away.

Only the unsheathed Moye sword was left on the ground.

Following her gaze, Yuwen Huaibi's eyes also fell on the lonely sword. Guessing what she was worried about, he said,

"Don't worry, I will return the sword to him."