Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 64 Never Believe in Fate

The mirror made a deafening sound at this moment, the sound was very harsh, and then returned to its original state.

Zichu couldn't help covering his ears, but saw that Xiao Shu was still calm and calm, just remembering something, and then there was a faint light like a star in his eyes, "In that fire... there is me Yu Jue."

He felt that the jade was calling him, and he knew that the jade was his, and he wanted to get it back.

Zi Chu looked at Xiao Shu with a funny face, his eyebrows and eyes curved like the moon in the sky, "Xiao Shu, do you remember?"

Xiao Shu stood up, looked at the plain mirror, and then slowly said, "No..."

He just felt that there must be his own secret hidden behind the black hole, maybe if he found Yujue, he would remember the past.

Xiao Shu didn't notice that he was standing in this courtyard at the moment, his sleeves were windless and automatic, reflecting the moonlight, his whole body exuded a spotless aura.

It seemed that everything in this mortal world was just a passing cloud to him, he turned sideways, saw her dull face, closed her eyes that were as cold as moonlight, "I must find Yujue."

Zichu tugged at his sleeve, smiling like a flower, as if discussing, "I'll accompany you"

Thousands of words are not worth the words I will accompany you, Xiao Shu's originally cold eyes were also stained with a bit of tenderness, he said softly, "Okay."

"Zichu Shangshen, when will you return to the God Realm?" Chenghuang came out of the temple with a small body and asked this sentence nonsensically, but a little sadness appeared on his immature face at this time.

Zichu made a face at the City God, and answered him loudly, "I will return to the God Realm if I find Yujue for Xiao Shu."

Anyway, one day in the God Realm is one year in the Human World, so she would only be away from the God Realm for two days.

Cheng Huang's complexion was a bit dignified, revealing a bit of penetrating whiteness, he shrugged, "God, his jade is at the end of the eighteenth hell."

The City God had vaguely guessed Xiao Shu's identity, and he looked at Xiao Shu with some displeasure in his eyes, "Hell's fire, cleansing lead, bone and flesh..."

Zichu ignored Chenghuang, but winked playfully at Xiao Shu, "Xiao Shu...are you afraid?"

Xiao Shu also responded to her with a smile, but that smile helped the endless desolation, "Ah Chu, it's fine if I go alone."

When the flesh and blood were melted by the hellfire, it was extremely painful, and the soul was tormented, and one had to watch the body be reduced to ashes inch by inch, as if the fire would swallow him as soon as he closed his eyes.

It turned out that the long dream he had was because he had experienced it before. It was not a dream, it was his past.

He didn't want her to suffer that kind of pain. These things had nothing to do with her.

Zichu thought for a while and said, "Am I the kind of person who is afraid of death?"

Both Chenghuang and Xiao Shu nodded at the same time, but felt the chill coming, and raised their eyes slightly, only to see Zichu's waist, agitated, just like a shrew cursing, said angrily, " You say, when did I fear death! You say!"

Xiao Shu and Cheng Huang wisely chose to shut up, Zi Chu saw that the two of them did not speak, and did not want to make fun of themselves, so they left.

Under the night sky, the starlight was shining, and the moisture of the night gradually infiltrated the air, spreading out a sentimental atmosphere. He was glad that she didn't use the mirror to look at her and Jing Yi's past. Does this mean that she still misses him in her heart? ?

Chenghuang saw what he was thinking, and after all lowered his eyes, his voice was soft but firm, "Xiao Shu, you are not from this world."

"I never believed in fate." Xiao Shu smiled wildly, his eyes gleaming with unruly light.

(End of this chapter)