After wearing the book, I was pampered by Master Guoshi!

In the mist, Wen Renjing seemed to see a familiar figure.

The woman's long hair was flowing, her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were slightly curved with a warm smile, and she was wearing a crescent-white embroidered cloud-patterned quicksand skirt, with the hem reaching to the ground.

She can't help but bring with her some fairy spirit when she walks, as if she has fallen into the mortal world like a mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens.

"Hongluan." With a soft tone, Wen Renjing looked at the gentle woman and came back to her senses instantly.

Only then did she realize that the woman in front of her was actually the Goddess, but she couldn't see it very clearly in the mist, until she said again: "I haven't seen you for many years, and you still look the same as before."

"Ajiang is ignorant. I'd better take back this mark. I need to resolve my own matters."

Her soft face was full of warmth, but every word she spoke was tinged with guilt. Wenren Jing's face was full of doubts and she wanted to speak out, but found that she couldn't move at all.

Gentle fingers touched her forehead, and she could see clearly the appearance of the person in front of her.

That face seemed different from the woman I saw on the soft couch before. She had an aura and a clear look, and she also carried some divine aura.

"Don't blame Ajiang, you will know everything."

The clear breath flowed into her nose, and the familiar smell slowly returned. As the sound faded away, she suddenly opened her eyes.

What caught the eye was Furong Tent Nuan. Rong Chen, who was preparing the medicine for her, put the medicine aside and looked at her worriedly, "A Jing, have you seen her?"

Wen Renjing's forehead was covered with a small amount of sweat. Only after Rong Chen wiped it off thoughtfully did she realize that she was in the Northern Wilderness.

The fear that had prevented her from moving or speaking suddenly swept through her body.

"I saw her, and she seems to be coming back. No matter what happens in the future, Rong Chen, let's not leave each other, okay?"

There was a hint of crying in her voice. Only in front of Rong Chen would she be so bold. She didn't have to pretend to be strong, and she wouldn't always want to be a protector.

But after going to the Heavenly Palace, both the false goddess and the real goddess said that they were Hong Luan.

But I know little about this person. I only know from their mouths that Hong Luan is inseparable from the death of thousands of years, but if he is that Hong Luan.

Why don't they kill her themselves when they are mortals and solve the cause and effect of everything.

"Ajing, don't think too much, we will never be separated."

Taking the person into his arms, Rong Chen's deep eyes flashed slightly, but there was also a ripple of surprise.

Hugging his body back, Wen Renjing rested her head on his chest, "How is Di Ji?"

"She is fine. She will recover after the consciousness is taken out."

He spoke in an understatement, and the pleasant voice rang in her ears, and he frowned slightly, and whispered: "It was you who sent too much spiritual power, and you fell into coma. It seems that it was her fault."

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the depths of the eyes were completely careless, seemingly lazy and gentle.

But there was a cold frost beneath his eyebrows.

Hearing this, she understood Rong Chen's words, patted his back gently, and comforted him with a bright smile.

"It's you, husband, why didn't you tell me that you have such a junior sister?" The slightly rising tone inevitably contained a hint of teasing.

Her puffy cheeks were a little arrogant, but her hands never left his waist, and she raised her dark eyes to look at him.

As if smelling a bit of jealousy, Rong Chen pinched her soft little face, quickly placed a soft kiss on her face, and covered her with the warm quilt on the soft couch.It was very cold in Tianqi in the Northern Wilderness. Although there was no snow, it was still frighteningly cold.

There are a few heaters in the hall, all of which are burning with bright charcoal fire, and the solid ground is filled with a bit of bitter Chinese medicine.

"Drink the medicine obediently, and I will tell you."

The low and gentle voice was close to her ears, so after he served the elixir, Wen Renjing immediately covered her mouth.

Shaking his head vigorously, he looked at him pitifully with his big black eyes, "No, I think I'm much better now, so there's no need to take medicine."

Gently pushing the pill in his hand, the spoon that had been handed to her mouth remained unmoved.

"A-Jing, do you still want to hear it?" A soft laugh sounded.

So Wen Renjing looked at the medicine and then at him, then she took the medicine directly from his hand and drank it down. It was very refreshing but also bitter.

The next moment, the candied fruit was stuffed into her mouth.

She looked at Rong Chen with wide eyes and said, "It's so sweet. Why does your husband have everything?"

The clothes he changed last time were also carried in his carry-on storage. Unexpectedly, he also carried candied fruit. This smell seemed to be her favorite candied fruit during the apocalypse.

The thoughtfulness of the person in front of her made her feel even more like she had found a treasure.

Listening to what he said slowly, Wen Renjing hugged him distressedly. It turned out that everything was not as smooth as she thought.

When Rong Chen was in the Heavenly Palace, he was secretly sent by the "Goddess Mother". What he saw was the elder who was connected to the Heavenly Palace. Although he was not in a state of trance, he was aware of all things.

Rong Chen, who came from the Heavenly Palace, was also a guest of Beihuang. This elder of Beihuang controlled the lifeblood. By chance, he accepted Rong Chen as his disciple and practiced with the elder in the secret pavilion of Beihuang.

Although the Divine Mother taught him and the Holy Mother, she never regarded him as the same thing, but this master gave him many things.

Dadiji was also a disciple of this master elder, but the things she taught were different. Rong Chen said that he had not had much contact with her.

The elder never let the two of them get along alone. It was just that the great emperor Ji Riji had been in love for a long time. Facing a man with the appearance of an immortal, how could a young man not be moved.

He also understood a lot, and it was the master's intention to guide him to get to know Wenren Ruochu, but the elder who lived for thousands of years eventually died in that war.

At the same time, there is the Empress of Beihuang and the Empress' son - Kong Sang.

As a result, Beihuang had no successors, leaving only two bloodlines, and Shen Qianran was left in the outside world, with impure bloodlines.

The vast Northern Wilderness has kept the matter a secret. No outsider has ever known about the death of the emperor and the prince, and not even the saint has known about it.

"Husband." Wen Renjing hugged him tightly.

During the Apocalypse, he was very reclusive, but he has been alone all these years, and how lonely he was during these long years.

Rong Chen smiled softly, gently rubbed her hair, and then said again: "I thought it would continue like this, but I met that fate."

The Red Luan Tribulation was his destiny.

Both the master and the goddess said these words, guiding him to find his own disaster, but he has never understood it.

But now, no matter what, he will never be separated from A Jing.