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No one is more familiar with the handwriting on the petals than him. Once the sages and sages finished regulating the Yellow River, mortals would collect fresh bouquets and draw patterns on them with sharp stones to express their condolences to the dead.The river flowing downstream was stopped by him on a mission. Later, he knew that this was the most primitive river lantern, and those floating in the water were made by himself.

At that time, he just thought it was fun, and he didn't know the intentions of those people, and he didn't understand the patterns that people who were not of my race couldn't agree with.Looking back at it now, it's ironic and sad.

The disaster of the Yellow River lasted for hundreds of years, tens of thousands of innocent lives died, and countless homes were destroyed, but God just sat on the top of the world and ignored it.

This is a sacrifice that bears the mourning of countless undead!

And he just treats them as a toy.

Ruan Qingjue subconsciously squeezed the petals into mud and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Emperor Yan betrayed us. Qing Jue, if you don't find him before us, you can only go to be with the Eastern Emperor." Ruo Shou turned his eyes to the windless but turbulent river. It was too calm. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking from his expression, only some clues were revealed in the slightly sentimental words.

"Ruan Qingjue...don't trust anyone." As soon as the words were finished, thousands of feet of waves rushed towards the two of them, and Ruan Qingjue's eyes returned from a black thought, and he was alone in a galloping carriage.

"Crops!" Ruan Qingjue stood up suddenly, and the overturned carriage was slid out suddenly, making a harsh sound on the ground.

Da Si Ming pulled down the car curtain with a dark face, "Father!"

"Where's Rushou?" Ruan Qingjue covered her broken forehead with one hand, and firmly held Da Si Ming's shoulder with the other. "Stop him!"

After the carriage turned over, it did not disappear, and immediately attracted patrolling soldiers.Lang Lang rushed in and drew a circle where the two stood, and silently chanted a spell to take everyone away.

Outside the Taoist temple, Da Si Ming carried Ruan Qingjue on his back into the temple, laid him down carefully, and quickly pulled the cloth with his hands to bind the wound on Ruan Qingjue's wrist.

The pale arm was bloodless, and it couldn't even feel pain when touched.Cold and scary.

"Where did you go just now?" Da Si Ming's hands trembled so badly that his arm was black and purple, "Do you not want to live anymore?!"

"I..." It's okay... Ruan Qingjue tried to sit up with support, but fell back weakly.I don't know if the pale face is caused by too much loss or what.

At this time, he thought quickly in his mind, Emperor Yan's betrayal, blindness, and injury on his wrist.Bai Di wanted to use him to lure Emperor Yan out, and...

He couldn't help shivering, and Da Si Ming...

Da Si Ming is the god in charge of life and death. He is proficient in medicine and can use his own blood as medicine.So Da Si Ming can use his own blood to heal his wounds.

But... what if Da Si Ming is fake?

What if I was already dead?

He faced Da Si Ming in fear, and heard the other party say, "Father, my blood can save you."

Only silence responded to him.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he walked into the hole dug by others without hesitation, and even covered it with a layer of soil for himself.