Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Everyone seemed to have reached a consensus. Baihu followed Aze back to the Taiyin Temple, Huo Qilin was also taken back by Xihe, and Xingpan took Silezheng to stay in the Mingyuan Palace for a few days.

Siming was sleeping, so Xingpan usually kept the door locked for the convenience of going out for fooling around. But this time, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Siming sitting in the main seat with some snacks in his hands, feeding the blue bird that came to Mingyuan Palace to deliver a message.

When Xingpan saw this scene, two words flashed through his mind.

It’s over.

"You're back." Siming smiled and invited Xing Pan in, just like a parent welcoming his child back from school for dinner. "Junior brother is here too?"

Si Le obviously sensed his brother's danger, and said with a smile: "Brother, I really have nowhere to go and I am homeless, so I had to come to your place to stay for two days. Is that okay with you?"

After saying that, he embarrassedly turned his dusty sleeve in a different direction so that Siming could see it more clearly.

"How difficult is that? Senior brother, have someone take me down and make sure I'm well settled."

Sima Ming summoned an immortal servant, and Si Le followed the immortal servant to the back hall. Now only the star plate and Sima Ming were left.

"Master..." Xing Pan picked the fruit and held it in front of Siming with both hands, "I picked this to present to you, Master. Huo Qilin and Baihu are too ignorant. They played with Lao Shao's orchard and palace."

In fact, strictly speaking, this is true. The star plate is only responsible for picking fruits.

Siming did not listen to the star plate trying to shirk responsibility. He had dealt with this kind of thing too many times, so he simply withdrew and let the spirit of the weapon return to its natal star plate.

"Imprisoned for a hundred years."

Siming arranged a place for Si Le to live, and promised to help him repair the palace, and also locked up the spirit of the weapon that caused the trouble.

He planned to find Yuebai to save Yuanzi, but thinking that she might not be sober yet, he changed his steps and prepared to find Siyao to get a sobering pill.

When they arrived at Baiyaoju, they found out that Siyao had been fed sobering soup by his own medicine boy when he came back, and he was not drunk for several days like them.

After Siming took the meatball and thanked him, he went to the Taiyin Temple.

Aze had already sensed it when he stepped into the nearby area, so Siming saw the white tiger turn into its original form and lie aside taking a nap.

In front of the gate of Taiyin Temple, there stood a young man in fluttering white clothes. He had a pair of dragon horns on his head, and his identity was obvious.

"Young Master Siming has come to see the Goddess Wangshu. I have something to ask of you. I hope the Dragon Lord will pass it on."

Siming didn't know why. In the past, they were all very casual. Normally, he would go straight into the inner room and feed the hangover pill to Wangshu.

This white dragon was clearly blocking the door, so he had to go through the motions and talk a few bookish words.

"Lord Siming is busy, I shouldn't have stopped him, but Goddess Wangshu hasn't woken up yet, there is a difference between men and women, I hope Lord Siming will come next time." After saying this, Aze felt that it might be too inhumane, and said, "If Lord Siming came for Lord Sile, I will let you know after the goddess wakes up."

The young man with dragon horns on his head looked like he wanted to keep people at a distance, but when he mentioned the goddess, he looked so protective and reluctant to disturb her that made Siming feel a little sad.

No way, what is written in the human race's script is going to happen to the Gods so soon? I'm thinking about perfecting the Gods' clan rules as soon as possible. This matter cannot be delayed.

"Don't worry, Lord Long. This is the elixir I asked my junior sister Siyao for. It can sober up the Goddess Wangshu. Please help me, Lord Long."

Siming took out the pill and gave it to Aze.

Aze didn't say much, turned around and went into the inner room, and felt that Siming seemed to be catching up, so he said, "Sir, please stop, please sit in front of the hall for a while."

After Siming finished speaking, he saw Aze wave his hand and a cup of tea appeared on the table in front of him.

"God, please."

Siming was holding the tea and suddenly realized that the little white dragon seemed to treat Wangshu as his home.

Isn't this right? Although his master and Wangshu are old acquaintances, he has transformed into a human form and can set up his own business.

No, I have to find a time to remind Wangshu.

Aze, who didn't know that Siming was already thinking of finding him a new place to live, came to the inner room.

Yuebai was still asleep, the blush from drunkenness had not yet faded, her snow-white hair reached her ankles but was spread out on the green bed.

Aze leaned over and fed the pill to Yuebai, his fingertips accidentally touching her soft lips.

The touch made Aze's heart beat faster and he felt at a loss.

The effect of the pill was very good. After a few breaths, Yuebai opened his eyes and saw Aze while still confused.

Yuebai had only met Hongze once hundreds of years ago, and then Hongze died. When she saw a similar face again, Yuebai suspected that she was dreaming.

She reached out to poke the person in front of her, but Aze didn't expect Yuebai to reach out suddenly, and she didn't react for a moment, so she really poked him in the face.

Feeling the real touch, Yuebai smiled: "Aze, you are back."

His tone was full of joy at meeting friends again.

Aze's clear eyes were tinged with doubt, but he still reminded: "Goddess Wangshu, Lord Siming has been waiting outside for a long time."

Aze didn’t know why Wangshu said he was back, but as a qualified divine beast, he still had to report the matter to the goddess first.

When Yuebai heard the words "Goddess Wangshu", the joy in his eyes faded little by little. He was not that person.

Yuebai sat up, looked at Aze who was standing aside obediently and asked, "Who are you?"

In an instant, Aze seemed to fall from the sky at a high speed. It turned out that Aze was not calling him, and it was not the name given to him by the goddess.

"Goddess, I am the little white dragon, I am Aze." Aze said a little sadly and nervously, and the cautiousness in his tone was obvious.

Yuebai was a little surprised and asked, "You turned into a human so quickly?"

Aze nodded.

"Then do you still remember who you are?"

Aze shook his head. Isn’t he Aze?

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. What does Siming want to see me about?" Yuebai thought that he could put the little white dragon on hand aside for the time being as the situation was complicated.

"White Tiger, Fire Kirin and Xing Pan burned Si Le's orchard and damaged the palace. Xing Pan took Si Le back and probably ran into Siming. Siming came to ask the goddess for help." Aze briefly explained the matter.

Yuebai narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where is Baihu now?"

"Guard the door. I have tied him up. He won't cause any more trouble during this period." Aze said as if he was taking credit. Although he was injured before, he still had to take care of the Taiyin Temple.

Yuebai looked at himself. He was still wearing the same clothes as last time when he went drinking, and he smelled of alcohol. He waved his hand, changed into a set of robes, and half-tied up his hair before leaving the inner room.

Sure enough, he saw Siming sitting in the front hall, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

Siming waited until Yuebai came out and quickly stood up to greet her.

"Goddess Wangshu, please go and help my poor junior brother."