Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Dongji Hall is the sleeping palace of the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Heaven. After Yan Yuan and Xuanlong got married, they lived here until Xuanlong died in the battle between gods and demons.

General Xuan's Hall was Xuanlong's residence when he was a general, now that the two of them are dating each other, they naturally have to sleep in separate halls.

As soon as Lianbi arrived outside the Dongji Hall, she was stopped by two tall soldiers guarding the gate with long spears. She took out her book and left the book, patted one of the soldiers' chests, and said angrily, "No, this is my general. The Emperor of Heaven's He Lishu, the general said, told the Emperor of Heaven not to bother him in the future, the general does not want to see him again..."

Lianbi spoke loudly on purpose, the people inside must have heard it, but suddenly there was a muffled coughing sound.

Shenbing's face darkened, telling her not to make noise, Lianbi explained Xuanlong's words without showing any weakness, and returned to the palace to return to life.

In the past, when the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven had a good relationship, Lianbi and Yan Yuan also had a good relationship with each other. Now that the masters are gone, she has no good feelings for these two.

The two magic soldiers looked at each other, and they both saw worry in each other's eyes. The magic soldier holding the He Li book frowned tightly:

"How to do?"

"Dijun was seriously injured and was in a coma for a month, and he just woke up last night. Now tell him that it might be..." the soldier on the left hesitated.

"Sooner or later we will know." The magic soldier on the right interrupted in a low voice.

The door of the palace was gently pushed open, and the magic soldier phantom took the spear, went to the palace and knelt down on one knee, lowered his eyes and cupped his fists and said: "The emperor... General Xuanlong has woken up."

The man behind the white-gold table is covered with black hair, only wearing obscene clothes, his beautiful face is getting paler, with rice paper spread out in front of him, he is holding a wolf pen in his hand to draw something intermittently on the paper, covering his lips with his right hand, and coughing from time to time After a while, the blood oozed out from between the fingers without knowing it, and the back of the hand casually wiped the corner of the mouth, leaving a thick dark red.

After returning from Nuwa's Realm, Yan Yuan couldn't hear her anymore, and she was so engrossed in the painting that she didn't notice someone broke in.

The people around Yan Yuan couldn't accept this fact, so everyone deliberately forgot about it. Even Shenbing didn't get a reply for a long time before thinking of this worrying matter.

He used sound transmission to repeat what he said just now.

The sound transmission technique goes directly to the other party's brain, no need for hearing, Yan Yuan really raised her head, coughed a few times uncontrollably, her eyes revealed joy: "...he woke up?"

With the affirmative consent of Shenbing, Yan Yuan smiled: "It's good when I wake up... It's good when I wake up."

"General Xuanlong... sent He Lishu over." Shenbing told him the heavy truth.

Yan Yuan didn't have time to rejoice for too long, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth, she suddenly lost her soul, and even lowered her voice: "Really."

"He wants to make peace with me..."

The wolf brush in her hand fell onto the drawing paper and rolled around a few times. The thick ink stained the man's heroic eyebrows and eyes. Yan Yuan hurriedly took the brush away, but it was too late.

Just like what happened, no matter how regretful it is, it's too late...

Lifting the picture scroll lightly, and stroking the man's blurred face with blood-soaked fingertips, Yan Yuan laughed idiotically, with tears in her eyes:

"... He doesn't want me after all."

Shenbing raised his head and said worriedly: "Dijun... You are still seriously injured, so you should stay in bed and rest."

Yan Yuan acted as if she had never heard of it, and said for a long time, "Bei Chi, do you believe in fate..."

"Trust." Shenbing replied.

"Being a god begins in the heaven, so you should follow the way of heaven."

"Is that so..." Yan Yuan was fascinated by the person in the painting, and when the soldier was thinking about what to say, Yan Yuan put down the scroll and looked at him.

"Heli Shu... Show me."

With a flick of Shenbing's fingertips, the copy of He Li Shu appeared in front of Yan Yuan, and it fluttered down from mid-air.

Yan Yuan raised her hand to catch it, unfolded the rice paper, saw the familiar handwriting on it, her vision quickly became blurred, and she read it word by word.

"Fifty thousand years... the fate of this life is over, I hope you will be safe forever, and from now on, you will be separated from each other, and you will not owe each other..."

"Eternal peace... how to be safe..."

How can he be safe without Xuanlong.