That arrogant god is back again.

Zhiying's eyebrows were dyed with a smile, and she looked at him with gentle eyes and a good look: "When the time comes, you won't know whether I am a drop of water or a cloud of mist. Husband, please don't dislike me." Her black hair floated, stroking her lips.

The light swirls of pear blossoms are like the green willow branches with dew in the pure white jade vase.

Xiao Jinwu hooked her hair behind her ears and stared at her withered face, the heat in his eyes never changed.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the last spark disappeared. Little Golden Crow opened his palms, with a longan in his palm. In the bone-chilling wind, the residual warmth still remained.

Under the Hongqiao, the ice and snow melted and the waves calmed down.

A water ball formed by a five-color halo suddenly appeared on the blue sea surface.

A man in a light blue robe stood in the water balloon. He saw the scene in front of him clearly. He was stunned for a moment, then he smiled brightly and escaped from death, and rushed to somewhere in the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, another water balloon surfaced.

This time, it was a heavenly general wearing armor, lying in a water ball, covered in blood, and no longer breathing. Someone rushed forward, lying on the body and wailing.

At the same time, in every corner of the Nine Heavens, countless water balls burst out of the sea like bubbles one after another. There were gods and immortals, soldiers and generals from various ministries, immortal attendants from various shrines, and aquatic tribes from all over the world.

They are all victims in this disaster.

Everyone is returning, reuniting, or saying goodbye.

The cloud print flew out from Si Zhi's sleeve, and a streak of light suddenly passed away. Qu Mi realized something, his eyelashes trembled suddenly, and he burst into tears: "Weaver Shadow..."

Si Zhi's tears welled up in her eyes. She faced the sky, folded her hands, and bowed down: "Si Zhi... I send you my Lord!"

Behind her, headed by the goddesses of various tribes, everyone in Siyun Palace looked at her with sad faces and bowed to her in unison.

"Your Majesty -"

This corner was filled with gloom and mist. Even though the surrounding gods didn't know the details, they all fell silent. Fei Lian had a vague understanding in his heart. He stared at the side and bowed solemnly.

Ju Lue's eyes were filled with coldness. He pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with his left hand, his wide sleeves hanging down, holding back the bulging veins on the back of his hand, and Qingzuka's sword could not stop ringing.

No one has ever seen, hidden deep in the mist and clouds, a sunflower blooming in full bloom, being gently picked up by a pair of pale and slender hands.

…

On the third day of September in the 143,379th year of the Later Ancient Calendar, the Buzhou Mountains collapsed again, and the ancient flood disaster reappeared.

Chixiao, the sun god, and Qingyun, the cloud god, and his wife opened the mirror barrier to replenish the sky. The Lord of the New Heaven Realm led hundreds of gods under his command to help. The sky was rounded, the flood receded, and after the disaster, the Yunxiao couple disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!