Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Luo Qingyan didn't expect that she just wanted to take Wuyou for a walk, and wanted to go out and experience things, but Wuyou would never come back.

She stood up mechanically and walked out of the room dully, without looking back, like a walking zombie that had lost its soul.

The only thing that is repeating in her mind now is that Wuyou is gone and will never come back...

A small bald chicken crawled out from Luo Qingyan's clothes and revealed a small head. It looked at Xuan Yi, then at Luo Qingyan, and then it retracted into Luo Qingyan's clothes. He closed his eyes obediently. It's still a baby, it can't control it, and it doesn't want to!

Xuan Yi did not follow him out.

He knew she needed time to accept it.

Three days later, Fanyin Palace.

He Jiaojiao's trio found the lost Luo Qingyan in front of the mountain gate.

She seemed to have lost her soul. She ignored everyone and remained silent.

Chu Yi touched Zhao Rou with her arm and said playfully, "Hey, look, look at that little bitch's expression. I guess she must have been abandoned by the person she loves!"

Zhao Rou raised her eyebrows and sneered. "She's a stinky beggar, who can look down on her? Let's just say Wuyou, the fool. A beggar paired with a fool is perfect!"

Chu Yi raised her eyes and saw He Jiaojiao gloating about his misfortune, and asked tentatively, "Jiaojiao, the emperor has granted you and the seventh prince a marriage. After the competition, will you go back to Kyoto to handle the wedding arrangements?"

He Jiaojiao showed a rare blush on her face. She was already married into a royal family. If the seventh prince can win the throne, and with the help of her and her sister, she will have a bright future.

"Yes, I have to go back after the competition. It will probably take half a year before I can come back. After all, it is organized by the royal family and cannot be neglected."

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Qingyan lightly, and then smiled sarcastically, "But before I leave, I have to give Luo Qingyan a big gift, lest she be lonely when I am not in Fanyin Palace... Hahaha..." He laughed to himself as he spoke.

Chu Yi seemed to smell the conspiracy, her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward to bite He Jiaojiao's ears.

Luo Qingyan ignored them, stood up, stepped on the flying sword and flew into the wind.

These people are really noisy!

Now she is going to take a bath in a hot spring to relieve herself of all her worries.

The heat slowly dissipated, soaking her delicate skin into an alluring light pink. Luo Qingyan's skin was delicate and fair, like the finest mutton-fat white jade. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts go, trying to get rid of her fatigue.

"The hot springs here are really good. It's a great place." A deep male voice sounded at an inappropriate time.

Luo Qingyan opened her eyes instantly and stared at the man who appeared silently in front of her.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with sinister and arrogant eyes, and a frivolous curve at the corner of his mouth.

One look at Luo Qingyan made her feel disgusted, and she had a gut feeling that she was not a good person.

He was dressed luxuriously, with gold hairpins, jade belts, and brocade robes.

It turns out that he is not from the Fanyin Palace.

"Who! How dare you break into the Fanyin Palace!"

She shouted angrily. He randomly grabbed his clothes and put them on his body, not caring that he was wet.

The jade hand hit the water to stir up a large splash of water, and swept it hard into the man's eyes. Then he turned around, put on his clothes and jumped out of the hot spring, full of murderous vigilance, ready to attack at any time.

The man turned aside to avoid the splash from Luo Qingyan. He thought he was elegant and smoothed a strand of hair in front of his forehead, and said teasingly, "You little girl, you are young and very angry. I miss you too." You are about to reach the age of marriage proposal, and you have gained a reputation as a shrewd one. No one will dare to marry you then!"