Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Finally, the two of them returned to the palace. Their son, Di Jing, was already twenty years old, accompanied by the gentle and dignified queen.

Although Di Cangming and Quan Jiuxi are over fifty years old, their charm remains unchanged.

Di Cangming lay weakly on the soft couch, holding Quan Jiuxi's hand tightly. As if he had used up his last bit of strength, he said in a weak but affectionate voice:

"Ajiu, you must come find me in your next life."

Quan Jiuxi forced a smile and nodded gently, saying, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely find you."

Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and her determined eyes seemed to be able to penetrate time.

As Di Cangming's hand slowly dropped, Xiaoyi quietly walked out from the shadows.

[Sir, the fragments have been collected successfully, and the next world will be opened immediately! ]

"Let's go." Quan Jiuxi's voice was calm and firm. She clasped her hands with Di Cangming's and slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped in the room, and only the clasped hands expressed endless reluctance.

Di Jing stood aside, his eyes moist, tears welling up in his eyes and finally bursting out.

His shoulders trembled slightly. Within one day, both his father and mother had left him.

Although they liked to tease him when he was a child, they left him alone when he grew up.

But as long as they are there, he will feel extremely at ease.

At this moment, he held the hands of the two people. He could only be so willful this once. Tomorrow, he would be the master of the world, an emperor who would shoulder countless responsibilities.

Outside the window, a breeze blew and the leaves rustled.

……

Quan Jiuxi suddenly broke free from her soul, and the moment she opened her eyes slightly, a dazzling golden light flowed from her pupils.

Behind her, a death blade emitting a faint black light flew out with a sharp sound of wind and landed precisely in her palm.

The palace dress she was wearing when she died just now dissipated in an instant like smoke, and turned into an extremely gorgeous black dress.

The hem of the black skirt danced freely in the wind, as if it had life.

The ghosts behind him made sharp and piercing screams, one after another, like sharp blades piercing one's eardrums, which was creepy.

A throne made of goblins fell beneath her, filled with evil.

Her stunningly beautiful and charming face, with eyebrows as dark as distant ink and eyes as clear as autumn water, was now filled with coldness and majesty.

She turned to look at Xiaoyi, "How dare you seal my memory!"

Xiaoyi's system space began to tremble violently, and the light around it flickered, as if it would collapse at any time.

Help! Help! Ah! Sir! It's not my fault!

Xiaoyi's extremely terrified voice echoed in the trembling space, carrying endless fear and panic.

"Where is your Lord God?" Quan Jiuxi's voice was icy cold, as if it carried a frost that had not melted for a thousand years.

"I've applied, I'll be right there!" Xiaoyi replied tremblingly, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

The air seemed to be completely still at this moment, and a small doll suddenly reappeared before his eyes.

He fell heavily to his knees on the ground with a thud, his body shaking constantly.

"Sir, I know I was wrong." The ethereal child's voice was filled with fear, and his face was full of horror and regret.

Quan Jiuxi's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his slender hand without hesitation, grabbing the little baby of the Lord God in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, a powerful force surged into the little doll's mind, ruthlessly tearing apart the code in its mind and making its eyes dull and lifeless.

Xiaoyi was terrified by this scene.

[Damn it! The Lord God has become scrap metal!]

Quan Jiuxi rolled the main god into a ball with an expressionless face, threw it casually, and threw it into Xiaoyi's mouth.

Xiaoyi's body changed instantly and he also turned into a little doll with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"From now on, you... are the Lord God." Quan Jiuxi said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Xiaoyi was stunned at first, then he cried out in surprise.

[Oh my god! There's such a good thing! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Long live sir! To the next world!]

Quan Jiuxi looked at the object in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly. "Wan Ling Fu Sheng?" Where did the Lord God get this thing? Who gave it to him?

And Guilan...

She must revive him as soon as possible.