[Quick Wear] Puhua Fairy is blessed with a long pregnancy

Three thousand beams of light suddenly burst out from the temple suspended in the air, and there was a tremor that caught everyone off guard.

The man in a golden robe who was sitting cross-legged on the thousand-year-old cold jade bed suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed extremely puzzled. He counted with his fingers, and his extremely dark eyes instantly turned white.

"what happened?"

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!" A sword with flowing light flew out, rolled on the ground, and cried loudly.

"Liu Guang!" The man in the golden robe looked at it with obvious surprise in his eyes: "You are back, is the God back too?!"

"Wow!" Liuguang, the original little spirit, collapsed and burst into tears after hearing this.

"The mistress is dead! The master committed suicide for love, and I died too. When I came back, I found that only the mistress was missing, and the master had not yet regained consciousness! I will never see the mistress again!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The more the spirit thought about it, the more tears it shed.

"Wait!" The man in the golden robe was even more stunned. He raised his hand and paused for a word, unable to believe it: "Mistress?"

"The God has married a wife in the lower world? How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible!" The spirit of the weapon cried, "My master died for love, and I have three little masters."

The man in the golden robe widened his eyes, pinched his fingers continuously, and kept muttering "impossible" in his mouth.

"The Godly Lord has a special fate. No one can easily become his wife, let alone in the mortal world."

"This is the last life of the Godly Lord, nothing can go wrong..."

The man in the golden robe waved his hand and a book appeared. He read it carefully, but before he could sigh that the God had a romantic side, he went straight to the back. He didn't know what he saw and his face changed.

"Oh no! The God committed suicide!"

"Liuguang, take me to the Qing Terrace."

The spirit of the weapon was frightened by the appearance of the man in golden robe, and thinking that his master was also very worried, he hurriedly took him to the place.

-

Clean the terrace.

This world was filled with large patches of white fog. In the fog, a figure was sitting cross-legged in an aura array. He was obviously not awake, but the air pressure around him was extremely terrifying, and spiritual power was being controlled and raging by him unconsciously.

“Not good!” The man in the golden robe was suppressed by the pressure, and his thighs were shaking: “The divine consciousness of the God has not returned to its place. If this continues, the God will be in danger.”

The spirit of the weapon became even more anxious: "What should we do then?"

The man in the golden robe looked at the weapon spirit, sighed, and looked at the god in the shadows with shock: "Liu Guang, the God is worried about the woman in the mortal world, and he doesn't even want to reincarnate..."

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the weapon began to sob again.

"The mistress is dead, and I miss her too. Why hasn't the master woken up yet? When he wakes up, we can go find the mistress together, wuwuwuwu..."

The man in the golden robe shook his head: "The most urgent task is not these, but to wake up the God."

The spirit of the weapon asked: "What should we do then?"

The man in the golden robe paused and said, "In the ten reincarnations of the God, only this one has problems, so we just need to activate the divine mirror and go back to the past to prevent the God from meeting that woman again."

"No!" The spirit firmly objected: "The master won't agree!"

The man in the golden robe took a step back and said, "Then let's activate the illusion and weave changes in the illusion according to the memory of the God. Reality will not change. In this way, the God will not be so sad. When the God wakes up, everything will be fine."

He continued: "Besides, didn't you say you were going to look for the mistress? If you delay any further, it will probably be even harder to find her."

-

Fantasy, the tenth year of Yuanhe.

The ministers submitted the petition for taking a concubine for the Nth time.

Emperor Chengyu sat high up at the table. He was rejected for the Nth time. He was so annoyed that he spoke with a half-smile.

"My dear ministers, you are really concerned about my harem. Do you want to plant spies in my harem?"

The weapon spirit and the man in golden robe appeared in the crowd, but their appearance did not attract any attention from the crowd. It was obvious that no one could see their existence.

One Jin and one Ling looked at the lazy appearance of the emperor at the top.

The man in the golden robe thought to himself, the God is worthy of being a God, even though he is a mortal now, his aura is still so strong.

He said: "Liuguang, we have to stop the God and Miss Gu from meeting."

The spirit of the weapon had a bitter face, but still had to say it: "I remember the first meeting between the master and the mistress, which was not long after.

At that time, the hostess went to Zhuangzi to soak in the hot springs and recuperate. The master was out of the palace and happened to go to Zhuangzi as well. At that time, the wheel of the carriage the hostess was riding in broke, so she got off the carriage and by chance, the two met.

According to what the host told the hostess, he actually fell in love with the hostess at first sight.

The spirit of the weapon was both angry and amused. That was not what the master said to it at that time. He was just being stubborn.

"So it was because the carriage broke down that the God met Miss Gu. If that's the case, let's prevent the carriage from breaking down."

It is a little difficult to stop the God from leaving the palace. If you try to stop him, you might disturb the God's consciousness and attract his attention, causing the illusion to collapse.

From this perspective, the only thing we can do is stop the woman.

-

White snow and red plum blossoms, the cool fragrance fills the air.

A tall horse passed by the road. The black man on the horse looked distracted, but for some reason, when passing a certain area, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at a cluster of plum blossoms.

The golden-robed man and the weapon spirit standing there froze, knowing clearly that their master/god could not see them, but they were still nervous.

Di Chengyu pulled the reins, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He always felt that there should be something standing there...

He shook his head, thinking that he might be overthinking.

"drive!"

He rode away.

The weapon spirit and the man in golden robe breathed a sigh of relief. The man in golden robe flipped through the book and looked at the weapon spirit helplessly.

"Why did you bring me to stand where Miss Gu once stood? I almost thought I was going to be discovered by the God. Don't do this next time."

The spirit of the weapon scratched its head: "I understand, Jin Su."

The man in the golden robe, Jin Su, nodded and continued to look at the booklet: "We can't let them meet in the manor, let alone in the hot spring. Let's go."

"Oh, okay."

The spirit of the weapon followed and when it looked up, it accidentally discovered that the owner who was riding a horse in front of it suddenly turned back.

There was obviously nothing in that look, and it was quickly retracted, but the spirit of the weapon felt indescribably sad.

-

Zhuangzi comes on stage. Night falls.

Qi Ling and Jin Su appeared in the manor where the hostess lived.

"Liuguang, why are you running so fast?" Jin Su was still reading a booklet and making marks when he saw the weapon spirit running very fast.

"It's the mistress! She's coming out!"

The spirit of the weapon was extremely excited and flew over. The carriage was not broken today, and in order to avoid the master and the mistress meeting, it did not even dare to go to see the mistress. Now was the first time the two met in the illusion.

Its hostess was wearing a pink cloak with a furry collar which made her look particularly cute. No wonder the owner said that the hostess was a little lantern, she was really beautiful!

The spirit of the weapon began to sob again.