Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Chapter 82: Begging The next day, Yuyan went to the train station to see Hei Xia Zi off before he left.

In fact, it was not just Hei Xia Zi that had to be sent away, Yuyan herself also had to go on a business trip.

Yesterday, while drinking porridge and watching a few people debating, Yuyan noticed the fine lines at the corners of their eyes.

When Yuyan was sleeping with Yuling at night, she asked Yuling.

“Why do you want me to be exposed to all of them?”

That’s what Yu Ling said.

"I don't want you to be left alone after we leave. Zhang Qiling is quiet, and that Qi guy can talk. He will definitely not let you end up alone."

Hearing this, Yuyan's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. After experiencing life and death, she seemed to be more sensitive to these things.

Yuyan turned around, buried herself in Yuling's arms, and asked softly, "Have you ever thought that you too could live forever?"

Perhaps the voice was too soft, or perhaps Yu Ling was quite old, so she didn't hear clearly what Yu Yan said.

"what?"

Yuyan shook her head: "Good night."

Sitting on the train, my memories were stretched and distorted by the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, and finally returned to reality.

She wants to go to Changbai Mountain again.

The cold in the north has always been more severe than in the south. The wind wrapped in snow hits your face, which doesn't hurt but is very cold.

Yuyan gently tied up her hair and tucked the loose hair on her temples behind her ears.

A pink color that was even lighter than rose red adorned her body, and the white fluff sewn on the collar protected Yuyan's neck.

But it seems a bit unreasonable to try to keep out the cold with just such a thin coat.

Yuyan had just entered the territory of Changbai Mountain when a familiar voice mixed with the wind blew into her ears.

"The King of Hell said he can't help you with this matter."

Bai Wuchang looked at the thin Yuyan and felt a little soft-hearted. He wanted her to go back quickly after knowing the result.

Yuyan also knew that everyone's fate had been determined long ago, and it would be very troublesome to change it without authorization.

Seeing Yuyan lowering her eyes, Bai Wuchang thought she was about to leave. Just as he turned around, he heard a "crunching" sound from the snow being pressed behind him.

When I turned around, I found that Yuyan was actually kneeling on the ground, and the direction she was heading seemed to be towards the underworld, and also towards heaven.

Bai Wuchang was startled and quickly stepped forward to persuade her: "Yuyan, go back and stop doing this useless work. It's unnecessary."

Yuyan didn't listen. Since she chose to come here this time, she would not give up easily.

She also knew that if she wanted them to stay with her all the time, not only would the King of Hell be busy, but all the gods in charge of destiny in heaven would also have to be busy.

So this prayer is not only to the King of Hell, but also to the Jade Emperor.

After all, as long as He gives in, everything will be easy.

Bai Wuchang was unable to persuade Yuyan and was so anxious that he kept turning around in circles.

He was just a soul and couldn't affect Yuyan, so he couldn't even help her.

But if Yuyan turned into a zombie that was neither human nor ghost, with no soul, he would have the right to touch her.

As soon as this thought arose, it was immediately denied by Bai Wuchang.

Yuyan knelt down every time she took a step, her face serious and resolute, with a pious and pleading look.

The immortals surrounding the water mirror looked at Yuyan kneeling in the ice and snow and showed expressions of heartache.

She is just a clam spirit, and the ice and snow will still harm and corrode her body.

Yuyan silently recited her request in her heart. She heard that if she was determined in her heart, the gods would grant her a miracle.

Then, please grant me this miracle...

Her wish reached the ears of every god in front of the water mirror.

The Jade Emperor rubbed his forehead and asked wearily, "What do you think?"

The Queen Mother of the West and other gods such as Chang'e from the Motherly Faction naturally agreed to Yuyan's request.

Isn't it just about making those four people immortal? Is that a difficult thing?

Erlang Shen, who watched Yuyan grow up, couldn't bear to see Yuyan kneeling every time she walked. The cold air penetrated into her body through her knees. How could he tolerate that?

He whispered to Nezha next to him and used his tall figure to shield Nezha, letting him go down and help Yuyan with the Wind Fire Wheel.

Nezha bent over and sneaked down to the mortal world. Looking at Yuyan, whose face had turned pale, his dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Court was about to burst out.

He buried the Hot Wheels under the snow and quietly controlled it to move towards Yuyan.

He wouldn't just put the Hot Wheels under Yuyan's knees without thinking, otherwise what would happen if those old stubborn people saw that Xiaoyan was not sincere and refused to help her?

A trace of warmth touched Yuyan's knees, and the Hot Wheels shrank and slipped into Yuyan's dress.

Her pale lips curled up, this was Nezha's Wind Fire Wheel.

The gods who were discussing in the sky did not notice that Nezha had disappeared, nor did they carefully observe when Fenghuolun ran into Yuyan's clothes to keep her warm.

If they found out, Yuyan would be fine, but Nezha might be punished for coming to the mortal world without permission.

So Nezha didn't stay for long. He waved to Bai Wuchang, who was kneeling beside her because he couldn't persuade Yuyan to stand up.

"Tell Xiaoyan later that I'm going to lend her my Hot Wheels. I'm leaving now."

Bai Wuchang nodded, and Nezha flew back to heaven on the cloud.

Erlang Shen raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Nezha coming back so soon.

"Why are you back? I've already given you a reason not to be here."

Nezha snorted, "That doesn't sound like a good reason. I'll keep the Wind Hot Wheels for her."

Erlang Shen nodded: "How long will you stay?"

Looking at the gods still discussing in the hall, Nezha felt extremely bored. He sat cross-legged on the ground and responded, "She will return it to me when she returns to heaven."

Hearing this, Erlang Shen was a little worried.

"You are one of the Heavenly Generals. If you do this, your combat power will be in jeopardy..."

Nezha smiled evilly at Erlang Shen: "Why? Without those two wind-fire wheels, I can't beat anyone? Do you want to give it a try?"

As he spoke, the three heads and six arms on his body instantly appeared, and each hand held a weapon.

The Hun Tian Ling was wrapped around his arms, red as blood.

Erlang Shen stroked his frizzy hair and said helplessly, "Alright, I didn't say you can't beat others. If you fight in the hall, you will be punished later."

Nezha, whose fur was stroked, made a "tsk" sound and turned around to continue looking at the water mirror.

In Changbai Mountain, Yuyan had been walking on her knees for a long time.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Hot Wheels, Yuyan's face was not so pale anymore.

But the snow-white hair still makes people feel pity at the sight of it.

Even her eyelashes were dyed white by the snow.

The exhaled air instantly forms white mist in the air, and the sunlight shines through, giving the light volume.

Although the Hot Wheels provided warmth to Yuyan, every time she knelt and kowtowed, her forehead was still cold when it touched the snow, and her hands were still cold when they were inserted into the snow.

The cold air penetrated into the body, and the originally slender jade fingers had turned purple and swollen.