Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

Fu She frowned, "War of the Demon Gods, is this girl in front of her a colleague who has experienced the Battle of the Demon Gods... But why didn't he have too much impression?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Fu She can't think of her, but the girl is not very angry, she seems to have always been this gentle appearance, always smiling, and her eyes are always as clean as a clear mountain spring.

She pushed her silver-white hair behind her ears, and said, "Because I'm gone... Maybe it's more appropriate to call it [Escape]."

The girl smiled self-deprecatingly, her silver hair permeated with bright golden sunlight.

Heulia.

Fu She finally remembered who was in front of him, the Demon God of Salt, the ruler of [Salt in the Earth], Heulia.

The Demon God War is a war fought by the demon gods in the world to fight for power.

But among the demon gods, Heulia, the demon god of salt, is an exception. She is not powerful.

In other words, she is weak.

——She deeply detested the so-called war, so she actively chose to give in and accommodate, and left the center of the struggle.

Leaving Tianheng in the south, entering Yaoguang in the east, climbing Jueyun in the west, visiting Qingce in the north, traveling all over the vast land of Liyue, and finally opened up a land called "Salt in the Earth" in a barren and remote place.

Fu She walked towards the land far away from human habitation, and accidentally came to the territory of the God of Salt.

"I...I'm leaving now."

He tried to straighten up, but the dirty voice in his ears became louder and louder.

Obstacle qi surged up, and I felt that my soul was about to be broken, and my karma began to fall ill again. There was always one or two times a week, but recently the frequency became more frequent.

But this time it was especially serious.

His eyes turned bloody.

"Hey, hey...I'm not trying to drive you away, hey!"

Liya pressed Fu She's shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, and looked at Fu She.

She saw the thin cold sweat on the latter's forehead, his lips moved, his purple pupils trembled up and down, and his almost crazy desire to kill was exposed, bloody and filthy, it seemed that he was about to explode in the next second, Bite off the girl's smooth and soft neck, feasting on it.

The killing intent has almost frozen.

The palm leaves cut the light into two pieces, covering them interlacedly, the grand light is separated from the dark green shade, the rustling wind blows the palm leaves, and Fushe's evil face undulates in the light and darkness.

Cthulhu.

Anyone who saw Fu She at this time would be terrified.

"You...you stay away from me, you stay away from me." He slapped Heralia's hand away, tried his best to suppress the karma, controlled his body, and said in a cold voice, "Get out."

"No."

"Why?" Fu She said, "I will kill you."

Fu She's words were not a joke.

Whether it's the cold light in the eyes, or the clenched teeth, or the killing intent that is almost condensed into a solid body, it all clearly shows this point - he really can kill.

"For no reason."

She tilted her head to the other side again, and her long silver hair poured down onto her delicate

shoulder.

"But you seem to be in pain - you need help, so I can't go."

Idiot, is this Demon God an idiot... Fu She cursed in his heart, how did such an idiot Demon God survive!

Do you want to help someone in pain, or stop when someone seems to need help?But that man is a disaster, he will be a disaster wherever he goes, he will take your life, even so you have to help him with a smile?

"Mr. Float, you seem to be thinking something very impolite."

"Get out." He said, showing a fierce look: "If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Go away!"

Fu She knew that he was a scourge, a monster.

Disasters do not need help, disasters have little desire, as long as people can stay away from them, far away from them, disasters will be satisfied.

"But you are in pain, or rather, you are contradictory, Mr. Float, in fact, you don't want to kill me."

"You are gentle."

Yanshen said softly, gently stroking Fu She's forehead with his cool and slender fingers.

The bright golden eyes are as clean as a mirror, reflecting Fu She's face.

Undoubtedly, compared to a fairy, the current floating house is more like a monster, a monster that no one wants to get close to, but Kelia hugged him gently, the warm touch was like being embraced by the sun.

"Mr. Float."

Heralia said gently and patiently,

"There's a monster living inside of you, and you've been fighting the monster all alone...

I don't know what it is, and I don't know how it happened, but I want to help you, as you have helped us - even though you forgot about it. "

"Get off... get off." Fu She tried her best to suppress the killing intent, her lips moved. "roll."

Consciousness is blurred.

But the Demon God of Salt didn't leave, she was obviously so weak, she was Liyue's weakest god, Fushe could easily penetrate her throat - but she still didn't leave.

Heralia hugged the floating house and sang a song softly. It was a quiet and plain song, as quiet as the foam floating on the coast in midsummer. .

"Mr. Fushe, sleep well."

She caressed Fu She's hair, her fingertips slightly touched the skin, which was cold and moist.

"I am weak, and there are very few things I can do...the only thing I can give you is a beautiful dream."

"You haven't slept for a long time. You are very tired. I can see that."

The God of Salt smiled lightly, the gorgeous sunlight reflected her delicate side face, that smile was like morning dew, it was obviously very thin, and it would be evaporated by the grand sunlight in a blink of an eye, but it was because of this that it was so bright and shockingly beautiful .

"Mr. Float, rest well. No one will disturb your sleep."

-

Gan Yu sniffed.

Kirin's nose is very sensitive.

The smell of tofu... and the clear scent of green vegetables, golden jade caviar and lotus seeds. These light scents are mixed together, and even the slightly cold air seems to be washed away-this smell is strange and long-lost.

It is emerald pearl white jade soup.

This is a dish that Gan Yu will soon forget.

do not like.

She frowned slightly.

"You." Gan Yu called softly, this was the first time she spoke to this strange boy, "Are you emerald pearl white jade soup...?"

So which idiot invented such an exaggerated dish name...

Qing Nuoyan was about to answer, but Miss Ying got ahead of him.

"I won't give you food."

She stared at Gan Yu vigilantly, like a majestic little lion protecting food, standing in front of the tribute, "No stealing is allowed."

After all, she hasn't even eaten it yet!

This little girl is really...

Gan Yu shook her head helplessly—how could she steal it?

How could someone from the Xian family do such a disgraceful thing?

"I have no intention of stealing." She said calmly, "What's more, 'Emerald Pearl White Jade Soup', I really hate its taste now."

"Why?" Qing Nuoyan asked curiously.

"No why."

Gan Yu stared at the lake glowing with microwaves in a little ecstasy, the shallow ripples shone with waves, reflected in her bright golden eyes, cold and clear:

"I just hate it—and what I want to advise you is that if you sincerely worship the Immortal Mansion, don't use this 'Emerald Pearl White Jade Soup'."

"Why?" Shen He didn't quite understand.

Why, why...Gan Yu's voice faded, "There is no reason."

Because of this dish, she thought of the person she didn't want to think of again, and every time she recalled it, her mood was not stable.

so...

Qing Nuoyan was a little frustrated, he subconsciously stared at the bowl of steaming tofu soup, and had some guesses in his mind.

It was him in the previous life, and he was hated again.

Immortals hate tofu soup, and the promise in his previous life was to worship tofu soup. In other words, this is just disgusting him.

Really.

He smiled helplessly.

Nevertheless, the agreement is still to be fulfilled.

After arranging the emerald, pearl, and white jade soup neatly, and then placing the other two dishes, he was suddenly taken aback. There are obviously four seats, but why are there only three dishes?

One person is missing.

"The vacant position is the senior brother's position." Shen He explained.

"Big Brother?"

Qing Nuoyan looked back at the tall and cold girl, Shen He nodded seriously, "I have heard Master mention it, it is called 'Floating House'..."

"He is not your senior brother." Gan Yu said coldly, staring at Shen He with bright golden eyes, "He is not your senior brother."

floating house.

Inexplicable name.

never mind.

It's getting late now, the late sunset scattered the scattered sunlight, and soon after, it will be dusk.

Three kowtows, three quizs.

What a strange boy...

Gan Yu stared at Qing Nuoyan, thinking to herself.

"Since you've put away your tribute, let's leave...huh?" Gan Yu was stunned, "...what are you doing?"

The so-called three-kowtow and three-kowtow is a very solemn ceremony.

The drowsy sunlight shone on the boy's back, like a dream, and he slowly lowered his head towards the stone bench, propping his two fingers on the ground, his forehead touched the ground, and stayed there for a long time.

The boy's face was very solemn, sober to the point of piousness.

The grand sunset is picturesque.

Qing Nuoyan doesn't remember anything, maybe he was the one who was resented, but he still has to fulfill the agreement seriously.

After a thousand years, Qing Nuoyan understood that when he came back here, there was still some meaning that he wanted to convey.

[The fourth agreement is completed]

[Reward: Part of Immortal Art (because of the heart of the oath, you will not suffer side effects)]

【Level Up】

【lv30→lv40】

[Fifth promise: Go to 'Salt in the Ground', find the salt shaker and salt ruler, and wake up 'her']

Gan Yu stared at the young man who was earnestly checking his head. For some reason, she had a strange sense of déjà vu. Gan Yu shook her head slightly, and let the strange feeling out of her mind.