Fall: Rebirth

Xiya saw that Cang Yan seemed a little reserved here, so she lowered her voice and said to him gently: "Lord Cang Yan, if you don't mind, can you escort Lord Qing Li back to his room to rest for me?"

Hearing this, Cang Yan and Ziying were stunned for a moment, and then they looked at each other.

Ziying reacted quickly and replied immediately: "No problem, I will send her back now."

Seeing Ziying preparing to wave his sleeves to exert his divine power, Xiya quickly spoke out to stop him: "God, no!"

"Why?" Ziying asked in confusion.

Xia quickly explained: "Because this forest is full of timid and fragile elves, if you use your divine power carelessly, it might scare them."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Ziying suddenly realized.

Xiya nodded slightly in agreement, then turned to look at Cang Yan and said softly, "Then I'll have to trouble Lord Cang Yan to send Lord Qingli back."

"Oh... okay." Ziying waved his hand helplessly and said to Cang Yan: "Why don't you just carry her back directly!"

Cang Yan was stunned by Ziying's words, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and asked back: "You want me to take her back?"

Before Ziying could speak again, Xiya took the lead and said, "Thank you, God."

Cang Yan looked at Xiya in embarrassment, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start, and was speechless for a moment. He thought to himself, since he couldn't use his divine power, and this place was still some distance away from the room, it would not be an easy task to send Qingli back to the room on foot, and it was impossible to rely on these two weak women.

There seems to be no better way at the moment.

Thinking of this, Cang Yan sighed inwardly, slowly stood up, and walked to Qingli's side.

He carefully squatted down, stretched out his hands to gently support Qingli's back and legs, and then slowly held her in his arms. Because he was worried that too much movement would wake Qingli, every movement of Cang Yan was particularly gentle and slow.

Qingli curled up quietly in Cangyan's broad and warm arms, like a docile and cute little kitten, snuggling tightly against his strong chest.

Cang Yan held Qingli in his arms easily and walked steadily towards the room with steady and powerful steps.

Looking at Cang Yan's figure walking away, Xia Ya's face showed a faint smile, as warm as the spring sun. She opened her red lips and said softly, "Good night!" There was a hint of relief and satisfaction in that smile.

However, at this moment, Ziying suddenly murmured to herself: "Why do I feel a little dizzy?" Before she finished speaking, overlapping shadows appeared in front of her eyes, and her body fell uncontrollably to one side.

Xiaya's gaze instantly shifted from Cang Yan's departing back to Zi Ying who was lying on the ground. She couldn't help but chuckle, "You drank the most of this wine, so of course you were the first to get drunk."

Then, Xia once again cast her gaze in the direction where Cang Yan had long disappeared, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and whispered softly: "Lord Cang Yan, this is all Xia Ya can do. I hope you can have a sweet dream tonight."

After saying that, Xia Ya raised her hand slightly, made a mysterious gesture, mobilized the immortal power in her body, and easily took the unconscious Ziying away from here.

Chu Heng, Ling Han, Ling Xuan and Xi Er sat upright around a stone table in front of the room, sipping their tea leisurely.

At this moment, they caught a glimpse of Cang Yan walking towards them with Qingli in his arms, and they couldn't help but turn their heads, their eyes fixed on Cang Yan.

Chu Heng was the first to react. He quickly stood up, strode forward, and asked anxiously, "God Cang Yan, what's going on with my master?"

Cang Yan stopped, frowned slightly, and then replied softly: "Maybe I was too tired and drank some wine, so I fell into a deep sleep."

Hearing this, Chu Heng nodded slightly to show that he understood.

At the same time, Ling Han, who was standing aside, also saw Qingli's face clearly. A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

Ling Xuan noticed Ling Han's unusual expression and couldn't help but complain: "What the hell is that?"

However, Ling Han had no time to pay attention to Ling Xuan's words. His eyes were still fixed on the figure of Cang Yan carrying Qing Li into the house. After confirming that they had entered the room, he slowly turned his head and stared at Chu Heng and Xi Er, muttering to himself: "It turns out that the Divine Master Qing Li really looks exactly like my master."

Chu Heng and Xier looked at each other and nodded at the same time as if they had telepathy.

At this moment, Ling Xuan was filled with astonishment, and could not help but blurt out: "God Lord Qingli actually looks the same as God Lord Yeyou?"

Ling Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and cast his eyes towards Ling Xuan, and said softly and teasingly: "Brother, you still need to control your facial expressions a little."

Ling Xuan rolled his eyes at Ling Han, sighed helplessly, then sat back down, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Wait..." Hill seemed to have thought of something. He scratched his hair with his hands and muttered to himself, "Master was drinking with Qingli God in the forest just now. That place is not close to here. Why didn't Cangyan God use his divine power, but chose to carry Qingli God back with such great effort?"

"I'll go see how Master is doing." Before Chu Heng finished his words, he had already walked into the house.