Misty GL

"Please, please...", Xuanxue, who was always lonely and indifferent, seemed to be grasping at the last straw,

She refused to let go of Lingwan's hand, pleading in a low voice.

Ling Wan withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "A protoss like me who has no skills and only knows how to play with flowers, what can I do for you?".

Lingwan walked slowly outside the hall, Xuanxue turned her head sideways, looked at her back, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes,

The child, her child.

"Is there a way for the gods to save the lord?" Wan'er stepped forward and asked,

Lingwan ignored her and only said to the medical officer,

"Take whatever medicine you want, don't worry, her body can bear it."

"Shenjun, why do you say that?" Wan'er trembled slightly,

Ling Wan ignored her, and said to the medical officer, "Try to delay for three days",

After finishing speaking, Ling Wan turned into a stream of light and left Wanshen Mountain.

Three days later, Lingwan retrieved the blood spirit ginseng and fairy leopard fetus, and gave them to Xuanxue who fell into a coma,

The next day, Xuanxue woke up.

"My lord, the medical officer said that the child is saved," Wan'er stood by her side wiping her tears,

Xuanxue's expression eased slightly, and she let out a long breath.

"This child, within a day in your stomach, will absorb your vitality and divine power,

When she grows up day by day, when you gradually weaken,

The gods gave birth to a child, and since ancient times, they have narrowly escaped death, do you really want to disregard your life? ",

Lingwan's soft and charming voice sounded from the side, and it was quite harsh to Xuanxue's ears.

Thinking of her leaving with a flick of her sleeve last night, Xuanxue couldn't help saying coldly,

"Is it possible that I want to watch the child die?"

Lingwan's face was pale, her thin lips curled into a faint, fleeting smile,

"Today is just one difficulty, there are still many difficulties ahead,

Can you make it through by yourself? ".

"You don't have to worry about it," Xuanxue gasped and said, "You don't have to anger me, it's fine."

Lingwan glanced at her, turned and walked out.

Xuanxue's tense body relaxed, she leaned on the couch, took a sip of the tea Wan'er handed over,

"My lord, don't get angry. The medical officer said that my lord is too worried, and my qi and blood tend to stagnate, which will affect the little god."

Xuanxue closed her eyes and took a light breath, only then could she smell the quiet fragrance of flowers that she had never smelled before in the room.

She turned her head and looked, and saw a cluster of flowers that looked like Xuefeixue in the vase on the case,

The flower stems are clear and exudes a clear fragrance.

"Shenjun said, this is a phantom snowflake produced by Beiyu, thinking that no one in Wanshen Mountain has ever seen it, so I specially brought it to show the Lord."

Wan'er said nervously,

Flower God is clearly showing off in front of her master, deliberately wanting to anger the Lord.

"Show me some closer ones." Xuanxue was not angry, but looked at it curiously.

She flicked the flower stem with her fingers, and the petals fell like falling snow, which was very beautiful.

After the petals fall, the stamens are bare, leaving only a flower stem,

Unlike the hundreds of flowers in Wanshen Mountain, as long as they are touched by spiritual power, they will grow instantly.

"Do you want to take it out and throw it away?"

Wan'er looked regretful when she saw that the petals did not regenerate after Xuanxue pulled the petals off.

"Leave it alone", Xuanxue looked at Huan Xuehua, "There are also blooming and withering flowers in Wanshen Mountain".

Two days later, when Ling Wan walked into the house,

I saw that the pistils of the phantom snowflakes withered, and the flower stems were hanging down, losing their vitality.

She pursed her lips and said with a smile, "So you like it."

Xuanxue ignored her, she was covered with a brocade quilt, leaning against the window lattice, basking in the sun, holding a book in her hand,

His pale face was stained with Jin Hui, his brows were far away, his eyes were like ink, exuding a cool moonlight breath,

Just like a smear of bright moonlight, sprinkled all over the ground.

Lingwan sat on the edge of her couch by herself, holding a pot of crabapple in her hand,

She removed the magic snow and put the begonias by the window, the delicate and beautiful begonias were in full bloom,

It was very similar to the ostentatious smile of the person opposite.

Xuanxue frowned, pursed her lips, but didn't make a sound.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Lingwan asked softly, brushing Haitang with her finger,

"When I read, I don't like being disturbed by others," Xuanxue said coldly,

Lingwan withdrew her hand, approached her with a smile, "I know why you hate it?",

She supported her face with her hands, the thin shirt slipped off, revealing her smooth and white forearms,

"Because I am a deserter from the war of gods and demons, and every time you see me, you think of yourself,

I remembered that you, like me, lived alone after the gods fell."

Xuanxue pinched the scroll slightly with her fingers, her face was cold, and she scolded, "Get out!",

Lingwan was indifferent, and tapped her belly lightly with her fingers,

"If you weren't pregnant, would you have gone with Yang Yan long ago?".

Xuanxue smashed the book on her face, her face was frosty, she gritted her teeth and said,

"That's right, if I hadn't been pregnant, even if I tried my last ounce of divine power, I would never escape."

Lingwan sneered, "It is the duty of the demons to fall, and it is your duty to give birth to the Son of God. It is also my duty to stay here."

Xuanxue gave her a disdainful look, "What is your fate?".

Lingwan looked at her quietly, always with a frivolous smile on her face, looking at her very seriously,

The eyes were focused and deep, so hot that Xuanxue lowered her eyes, and lightly reprimanded, "It's inexplicable."

Lingwan caressed Xuanxue's stomach gently with her palm, and said slowly,

"My duty is to protect you, the last bloodline of the Protoss."

Xuanxue stared at her in a daze, the sun shone on her bright face, her long and narrow eyes were slightly turned up, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth,

Her palms were warmly attached to her protruding abdomen, rubbing gently.

"Is this the reason for me to live?

Those gods buried in the tomb of the gods, no matter how greedy and selfish they were in life,

As long as you die for slaughtering demons, you will become a god who is praised by the Three Realms and enjoys glory! ",

Ling Wan stood up and said with a half-smile,

"What duty, destiny? It's just a hypocritical excuse."

"I will never change my nature," Xuanxue said coldly.

Ling Wan looked straight at her, pursed her lips, and stopped talking,

She looked out the window, and after a long time, Fang whispered,

"Speaking of which, I met you earlier than Yang Yan."

Hearing no movement, Lingwan turned her head to look at Xuanxue who was immersed in the book, smiled lightly, turned and left.

As her stomach grew bigger day by day, Xuanxue's divine power was exhausted.

Fortunately, there are still many rare elixir left behind in Wanshen Mountain. Under the care of the medical officer, the baby in the stomach is very healthy.

Xuanxue sat on the swing, overlooking the Tomb of the Gods on the opposite side of the mountain.

The medical officer said that the tomb of the gods was full of evil spirits, and that the child in the womb might be hurt.

So she often sits on this side of the mountain, facing each other across the mountain.

Wan'er pushed the swing gently behind her, and as the swing swayed, she could feel the baby in her belly shaking his hands and feet happily,

"I'm kicking my mother again", Xuanxue caressed her stomach affectionately, and said with a light smile,

"Your father is just opposite, is he watching you from the sky?".

There was a faint fragrance of peach blossoms coming from behind, Xuanxue didn't look back, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?".

Grasping the rope of the swing with both hands, Xuanxue stopped slowly, covered in the shadow of the man,

As if being hugged in my arms, the peach blossom fragrance at the tip of the nose became more intense.

"Xuanxue", a low voice came from behind,

There is no provocation and teasing in the past, a little sad, a little touch in the hair,

Xuan Xue turned her head subconsciously, and saw Ling Wan's slender white fingers holding the fallen leaves in her hair,

Gently dial down, fingertips slide down the hair.

Lingwan's face was pale, and there was a trace of sadness that couldn't be concealed in her bright eyebrows.

She forced a smile, clenched the rope with both hands, looked down at the cold face raised in her arms,

Like holding a handful of moonlight in my arms, I tried to scoop it up, but it dissipated.

"Don't let this child go," Lingwan said softly.

"In just 50 years, you have almost exhausted your divine power, how can you give birth?",

Lingwan squatted down and raised her head slightly, "With your essence and blood, you can also conceive the Son of God, why bother to give birth?".

Xuanxue shook her head, looked at the opposite mountain peak, and said softly,

"This is the Son of God jointly conceived by the Sun God and the Moon God,

In the future, he will become a god emperor and the owner of Wanshen Mountain! ".

"But you will die," Lingwan said excitedly,

"What god emperor, master of Wanshen Mountain! Is it really comparable to your life?!".

Xuanxue looked at her coldly, and said slowly,

"When the god emperor fell, it was predicted that the devil emperor would be resurrected, and the god emperor would also have a chance to emerge.

Now only you and I are left in the Protoss,

That is to say, the son in my womb is the God Emperor, the last hope to kill the Devil Emperor."

Xuanxue's eyes were determined, and she said in a deep voice, "The fate of the gods is to kill evil spirits.

I'm not you who can sit back and forget about life anew,

The bones in the tomb of the gods remind me day and night,

Only when the Son of God is born, can the Three Realms have a chance of survival."

"Compared with the common people in the world, what does my life matter?" Xuanxue looked at Ling Wan firmly,

"Protoss, mortal".

Ling Wan pursed her lips, revealing a pale smile,

"You don't have to be born to be called the Son of God, I can also create the Son of God."

A dagger appeared in her palm, and it went straight to her heart,

Splashed a pool of heart blood, turned into a red lotus,

"She can become a god emperor and the master of Wanshen Mountain."

Ling Wan danced her fingers, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, the spiritual energy gathered, and the red lotus was bred, she asked softly,

"If the Son of God is already born, can you not have the child in your womb?".

Xuanxue shook her head, stroked her stomach and said, "This is my child with Ah Yan."

Ling Wan chuckled, "What a concubine."

After finishing speaking, he turned into a streamer and left without looking back.

After Lingwan left, she didn't show up for almost 30 years.

Hearing Wan'er say, the maid at the west palace said that the gods have seldom returned to Wanshen Mountain in recent years.

Xuanxue got the purity she wanted, but the phantom snowflakes in the room were still blooming,

According to Wan'er, it was the emperor who carried a white crane from Beiyu to Wanshen Mountain.

Every time the phantom snowflakes fail to bloom, they will be delivered on time,

30 years, never broken.

Under the care of the medical officer, Xuanxue drank medicinal soup to nourish spiritual power every day,

Consume rare spiritual birds and elixir liquid from Siyu,

The body is rounded, and the energy and spirit are restored a lot.

She often sits under the magnolia tree in front of the temple,

The trees separating the east and west halls were removed by Lingwan,

The entrance is a cluster of peach trees in the west hall, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.