The person he used to come to see every day, would he never see her again in the future?
Lying on the crystal coffin, he closed his eyes tiredly. Chouer, I'm really tired, when will you come back?
I'm afraid I can't hold on, Chouer, Chouer.
He missed her so much, as long as that person appeared, he would be completely tied up, with nowhere to escape.
Sitting on the cloud and looking at the scene in the fog mirror, Xunmi's face was full of tears, how could her husband become so haggard?
'Little Realm, come out, how much more do you need to recover, ah ah ah, look at my husband, you're still slacking off, I want to protest.'
If this guy didn't need to eliminate the darkness he emitted first, she wouldn't have to wait until now and couldn't go back.
In general, it was still good, she could stay with her husband until they were old.
If the world's consciousness didn't suddenly appear at that time and say that it could give her special privileges, how could she dare to tell her husband to wait for her?
But the situation she wanted was not like this, wasn't it obviously making her husband uncomfortable?
The world's consciousness showed its body, rolled its eyes at Xunmi, and said.
'There's still one more day, why are you in such a hurry, you guys caused too much trouble in the Imperial Mausoleum, both of you don't know how to take it slowly.'
'Fortunately, Li Yi's power was fully awakened at that time, otherwise, you guys can forget about ending it.'
Speaking of this, the world's consciousness also felt very depressed, did it have to be like this, oh, it wasn't broken, it was broken by them.
Xunmi touched her nose and didn't say anything, can this be blamed on them, obviously not, depressed.
'Okay, you wait, I'll go and finish the last bit.'
The world's consciousness explained in a warm voice, no matter what, it still had to thank them, if it wasn't for them, the consequences would be unknown.
After getting an accurate answer, Xunmi was not in a hurry, and continued to look at her husband.
Fortunately, her husband just fell asleep because he was too tired, his fingers stroked the fog mirror, his eyes full of love.
Every time they parted, it was always so sad.
Husband, when can you completely remember, then we won't have to feel helpless because of another person's departure.
'Bao Bao, tell me, how much more power do I need to repair his spirit?'
Baobao, who was lying in a cloud not far away, pulled the cloud and floated in front of its host.
'Very soon. Your man's spirit has already been condensed. All that's left is the final consolidation.'
'When he can control the main body, it will be time for him to recover. Madam Host, your soul is already very strong.'
He was so strong that he could crush those little ants, really.
Xunmi leaned back and lay directly on the cloud. This soft feeling was really not bad.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep as well.
As she slept, she once again saw the banquet filled with the fragrance of wine and flowers. She sat on the throne high above, and below her, a man in white slowly walked towards her.
His eyes were a beautiful golden color, so beautiful that it made people fall in love with him.
When Xunmi wanted to see his face clearly, it was as if there was a layer of gauze blocking her view, preventing her from prying.
She only saw him reach out his hand to her, and she reached out her hand as well. Just as their hands were about to be clasped together …
The scene instantly split into two halves, and a gap seemed to have been torn between them.
She felt that she was rapidly falling, and gradually, black replaced the white, completely drowning her.
She could not see the bottom of the red, and it bloomed beautifully. She seemed to have become one of them.
"Little Flower Goddess, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years." Someone whispered in her ear, unfamiliar yet familiar.
She wanted to see clearly, but she could not see anything. "Ah." Xunmi suddenly opened her eyes and sat up on the cloud.
Only then did she realize that she was still in the sky. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat.
It was that dream again. What was the scene in the dream hinting at?
Flower Goddess, was it her? Who exactly was that man walking towards her?
Too many doubts made her want to break through the barrier and chase after those distant memories. However, a voice in her head told her that it was not time yet. It was not time yet.
She still needed to wait, wait, wait for that day to come.
'Madam Host, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?' BaoBao quickly appeared in front of his host. The white furry ball took the initiative to roll into her hands and let her knead it, hoping that her pale face would recover.
Xunmi pinched BaoBao and smiled. 'I'm fine.'
Seeing the host smile, BaoBao was relieved. 'Oh right, Madam Host, the world's consciousness said that you can go back. If you need a body, it will condense one for you.'
'However, BaoBao still recommends that Madam Host not use her original body for the time being. You've already exceeded the limits of these planes, and there will be restrictions on the original body.'
'Okay.' Xunmi knew that BaoBao would not harm her, so she took a shell that was exactly the same as her from the world's consciousness and put her soul into it.
After moving around, it was quite good and she got used to it. She picked up BaoBao and directed the cloud to go down.
Sure enough, this time there was no invisible barrier blocking them. Very good.
The place where they landed was still Qing Dong Tomb. Xunmi was speechless. This place was very, very far away from her husband.
She had nothing on her now. She could not float over in broad daylight. Wouldn't she be treated as a monster?
It was better to go back to the Imperial Mausoleum to take a look. Maybe there would be gold, silver, and jewelry for her to pick up. Then she would have money.
Xunmi, who was happily preparing to pick up the money, was completely unaware that a group of people was heading this way.
When Li Yi saw the image from the surveillance camera in the Imperial Mausoleum, his emotionless face burst with ecstasy.
He did not take anything with him and planned to go to the Imperial Mausoleum. Fortunately, Ying Chuan was quick enough to stop him.
Then he simply packed some things and hurried on the road. When they arrived at Qing Dong Tomb, it was already night time.
Li Yi could not wait for a moment. The car stopped at the foot of the mountain and rushed up the mountain. His Chouer was really back.
That was great. She did not lie to him. Chouer, I'm coming to find you. You have to wait for me.
She did not know if it was really telepathy, but when Xunmi was about to leave the Imperial Mausoleum to find her husband, she inexplicably stopped.
She intuitively felt that her husband seemed to be coming to find her. Coupled with the fluctuations of the contract, Xunmi simply waited in the Imperial Mausoleum.
Bored to death, she put away all the intact treasures and organized them neatly. She was ready to wait for her husband to come and take them away.
Liang Tong and Fu Qi had already been reincarnated. This place had become an ordinary mausoleum.
"Chouer." Xunmi, who was sitting on the bed and shaking her legs, waited for her dear husband to come.
She rushed over and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. Her two long legs hooked directly around her husband's waist. She looked like a big doll.
Li Yi tightly hugged the big doll that he had lost and found again. His hands cushioned her small butt and patted it hard twice.
"Ah Yi, I'm back."
"Welcome back."
Her flower-like smile warmed his heart. Her simple words intoxicated her.
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