I, Yuelao, quit!

Lu Yue is not old, so he cannot see the red line that symbolizes marriage.

But he is very familiar with the thousands of miles of black rope used to find other people's traces.

After all, this spiritual technique was first created by him himself.

His temples throbbed, and he raised his wrist abruptly, trying to stop Xiao Yuelao from wrapping him with the tracking rope.

Su Yun's reaction was extremely sensitive, and he raised his hand together with him, and the movement of wrapping the black thread around his hand did not stop at all.

Just like that, Lu Yue raised his hand, Su Yun also raised his hand, Lu Yue put his hand down abruptly, Su Yun also quickly lowered his hand.

Different from the embarrassed look of falling and rolling just now, when Su Yun wrapped the tracing rope, he was quite agile and flexible in that the enemy advances and retreats, and the enemy retreats and pursues.

After going back and forth a few times, Lu Yue looked at the five neatly wrapped black ropes around his wrist.

At the end is the bow knot tied by Su Yun.

He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness that he had not seen for a long time.

Su Yun muttered suspiciously, "Does this person have ADHD? How can he make so many fake moves while picking up flowers?"

"..."

Lu Yue ruthlessly picked up the bill that he had thrown aside just now, one hundred spirit stones, not one less.

After wrapping the black rope, Su Yun buried his body in the huge luggage, and took out a worn-out bronze mirror.

The director gave him this messenger mirror that is said to be able to connect signals between the human world and heaven.

The mirror surface of the bronze mirror has long been rusted. Su Yun stared at the mirror up and down, left, and right for a long time, but he couldn't tell what the lump in the mirror was.

Probably this mirror has been handed down to this day, and it can only transmit a voice, and it cannot achieve the effect of a human video call.

He wiped the mirror carelessly a few times, injected spiritual energy into the bronze mirror, and silently recited Qin Wuyuan's name three times in his heart

The mirror surface lighted up with a faint light, vaguely reflecting the figure in the crimson clothes.

Su Yun frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and after trying to identify it for a long time, he recognized that it was Director Qin Wuyuan from the rough movement of the figure flying up and almost kicking the Sansheng Stone in two.

"Director! I have met the target raider, don't worry, I will take him down within a year and successfully lead him to the red line!"

Su Yun vaguely saw the group of red shadows turn around, followed by Qin Wuyuan's voice.

"His marriage partner this time is a person named Xi Xue. You have to work hard. Someone reported to me just now that Lu Sheng might be greenlit this time."

Su Yun immediately turned around and secretly glanced at Lu Yue, his eyes were full of naked sympathy.

In his eyes, Lu Yue's head began to become lush and green, and from time to time, several horses galloped past his head.

Xiaolong, who was cruelly abandoned by his master, climbed onto Lu Yue's shoulder with difficulty, and was pulling his hair to tie himself to his head.

And because of Su Yun's sympathetic look, he laughed so much that he accidentally let go of his paw, and slid along Lu Yue's arm all the way to the ground at high speed like riding a roller coaster.

"Lu Yue, congratulations on getting green before you get married hahahaha."

Su Yun turned his head back again, "By the way, Director, why do I hardly feel the existence of spiritual energy in the human world?"

It was rare for Qin Wuyuan to speak to Su Yun in a loving voice, as if he only remembered this extremely important matter now.

"I forgot to tell you that the spiritual energy in the world is extremely thin, so you should save your spiritual power and don't use spiritual power lightly. And oh, this bronze mirror consumes a lot of spiritual power..."

Before Qin Wuyuan finished speaking, the increasingly dimmer halo on the bronze mirror was completely extinguished.

In an instant, the fuzzy shadow in the mirror dropped the line together with the voice that sounded benevolent but in need of beating.

Su Yun's spiritual energy was exhausted.

Su Yun was wearing a thin Yuelaosi uniform work robe, standing blankly in the howling wind, and sneezed three times in a row.

He murmured, "8102, can Tianting consider connecting a network and signal? 50G is not required, 49G is fine."

Then he silently hugged his weak, pitiful, helpless self who was dying of cold.

What about the trust between God and God!

Xiaolong, who crawled back to his master for the third time, poked Lu Yue's face with his claws in revenge.

"Director Lu, it's only 5 minutes before you show up in the office with a big transformation. Also, what about your car?"

"Call someone to help me drive back."

Xiaolong poked Lu Yue's head again, "Then why didn't you just teleport here in the first place?"

"The fluctuation of the spiritual power teleported over is too strong, which may attract the attention of the widow. It is more concealed to teleport back."

"Lu Yue, you actually said so many words to me just now..."

Xiaolong was flattered and counted for a long time with his paws, and said in shock, "...there are 31 characters, I won't overdraw your reply quota today."

"..."

Lu Yue glanced at Su Yun who was hugging his clothes tightly and sneezing non-stop. The little Yue Lao was trembling, with a blank expression of 'Where am I and who am I'.

While Su Yun was bending over to sneeze, he whispered a term, and a ray of soft white light flowed from his fingertips, covering Su Yun's body.

As soon as Su Yun straightened up, he felt warm all over, as comfortable and comfortable as if he just took a bath in the warm Tianchi and peeled a hot spring egg to eat.

It is the effect of the cold protection technique that consumes extremely spiritual power.

Heaven would occasionally be cold for a few days, but Su Yun always cherished spiritual power very much, and always used spiritual skills with discretion, and was completely reluctant to use this advanced cold protection technique.

Therefore, he usually adopts the most ordinary and popular true cold protection technique.

Wear more clothes, drink more hot water, and exercise more to generate heat spontaneously.

Which kind-hearted Shangxian passed by and rescued this poor little fairy who was about to freeze to death from the extreme cold in the world?

Su Yun was moved to tears, and he shouted to the sky, "Thank you Shangxian for helping!"

Lu Yue said no thanks from the bottom of his heart, and when he turned to leave, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the scattered Marriage Flowers all over the floor, and he was stunned in a rare way.

The Marriage Flower that he picked up just now has slightly opened a layer of petals.

Among the flower bones all over the ground, the budding marriage flower proudly opened its outermost petals.

The petals as bright as blood trembled slightly in the cold wind, but the soft petals with several layers of light red inner strength were still bound together, as if waiting for further changes in the relationship between the two.

... Who is this marriage flower with whom?

Lu Yue suddenly remembered many details that he hadn't noticed.

At the beginning, I picked up another normal marriage flower and the withered marriage flower as a comparison.

Later, when Xiao Yuelao rolled down, she moved towards her face recklessly, and the marriage flower that she accidentally touched... seemed to be the normal marriage flower that he had picked up.

The answer is clear and straightforward.

This marriage flower is exactly the marriage flower between him and that little Yuelao.

His throat tightened, and he thought almost indifferently, maybe the flower would wither into fertilizer before it bloomed.

However, out of some complicated psychology, he quietly picked up the marriage flower and put it in his arms.

The movements were so gentle that he didn't even notice.

After Su Yun made a mess of red lines, when he turned around and looked back, Lu Yue was completely out of sight.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rolling up a few yellow leaves that fell on the ground.

Poor Xiaoyue stood there holding the red thread.

No, just as soon as he made a high-definition video call to Tianting, the 17 spirit stones had already run out of the empty space, and started to harm the predestined people in the world again?

Su Yun's heart was completely chilled.

Frustrated with carrying his bags, Su Yun planned to leave this desolate place that looked like nothing at first glance, and report to the Tianting Office in the Human World.

Taking out the map of the office from the 'Immortals Down to Earth Gift Pack', Su Yun glanced from the upper left corner of the map to the lower right corner of the map, and found that there was a city between the office and the Yuelao Temple.

Attached is the first line of small print: It is recommended to teleport there directly, and it will take about two full days to walk there.

Teleport!

Do they know how much spiritual power it takes to teleport? !

He, Su Yun, is so big, how many days will he go to work in Yuelao's office without relying on his legs and flying over slowly?

Su Yun indifferently skipped the first line and saw the second line directly.

The second line of fine print is attached below: If you take a taxi, please pay for it yourself!give money!give money!Say the important thing three times, the office is so poor that it can't even afford spiritual land!I can't even afford the money!

The bright red exclamation mark on it was particularly huge and eye-catching, so eye-catching that it was about to jump out and poke Su Yun's eyes blind.

Su Yun numbly rolled up the broken map and stuffed it back into his bag, preparing it for takeout later.

Okay, he has no money and no spiritual power, it seems that he can't rush to the office to report today.

Su Yun took out a flat peach from his bag, gnawed on the flat peach to replenish some spiritual energy, and prepared to find a place to change out of Yuelao's uniform on his body.

The Yuelao Temple on Luoqiu Mountain was in dilapidated condition, the weeds in the courtyard almost grew up to Su Yun's waist, and the red paper hanging on the tree was wet by the rain to pieces.

Su Yun thought that there should be no one inside, and carefully pushed the rusty iron gate.

Unexpectedly, the gate of this courtyard has been subjected to wind and rain for many years, and it has rusted to the point where Su Yun fell to the ground with a creak and died when he exerted a little force.

After the sound of the heavy iron door falling to the ground, amidst the dust, Su Yun who was at a loss and a woman in the temple looked at each other in blank dismay.

The woman knelt in front of the futon of the Moon God statue, with blood gurgling from her wrist and dripping into the ink decorated with blue and white porcelain.

The blood nimbly penetrated into the black ink like a small fish, and then disappeared.

In the dim light, Su Yun saw a phantom of a white snake strangely reflected in the black ink.

She had an ink pen hanging in her right hand, dipped in some blood ink, as if she was about to write something on the white paper in front of her.

Su Yun's heart sank, what was in front of the woman was not a blank sheet of paper, but her own fate book!

In desperation, he didn't care about taking care of the woman's panic, rushed forward to snatch the ink pen from her hand, and kicked over the bowl of blood ink without hesitation.

The white paper in front of the woman instantly ignited, and there was an inexplicable gust of wind in the temple.

Outside the courtyard, a large group of black crows suddenly startled in the woods of Luoqiu Mountain.

The black crow screamed lowly, flapped its wings and flew out from the depths of the dense forest, and stood silently on the courtyard wall, melting into the dark sky behind it like a drop of thick ink.

The burnt fine shredded paper ash was blown by the cold wind and filled the entire Yuelao Temple.

It is very similar to the scene of offering sacrifices on burning paper.

Blood and ink dripped all over the ground, and the white snake in the reflection spit out scarlet snake letters. It turned its head slowly and met Su Yun's gaze through the water.

Amidst the sharp whistling wind, Su Yun heard a voice faintly resounding beside his ears.

"You'll regret it, Old Moon."

Suddenly, a huge black crow rushed in, trying to snatch away the blue and white porcelain bowl with the last bit of blood on it.

Su Yun reacted very quickly, his fingers slightly bent, and amidst the soft red light flashing, a stick carved with marriage flowers appeared in his hand.

Almost in an instant, he precisely aimed at the crow's head, knocked the crow down with one blow, and stomped the crow heavily under his feet.

The red rope between the wrists was wildly extended, and it rushed towards the fainted black crow, binding it tightly.

The woman who was covering the wound on her wrist was pale. She stared blankly at Su Yun with a dignified expression, and suddenly laughed.

"Are you cosplaying Yuelao?"

Automatically blocked the English words that he didn't understand in the middle, Su Yun thought the woman was asking him if he was old.

He thought that he would definitely clear her memory afterwards anyway, so he confessed his identity in a broken jar.

Su Yun stepped on the heavily tied black crow under his feet, tilted his head, and showed the woman a cute smile that didn't match his fighting power.

"Yeah, so don't trust the fake Yuelao outside, they are all harmful."

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