Chapter 710 Saint Yama, I need your help...
Both the Fallen Angel and the Creator God are her, and their essence has not changed, so why does the world she created reject her?
Later...
When she learned that the little monk was rejected by the space, her doubts deepened.
However...
When she knew that the young monk was Xi Mo, she suddenly had a vague guess about it.
Afterwards, when Xu Hai told her everything...
She confirmed her suspicions.
It’s not because she became a fallen angel that she was ostracized from the world!
But...
Ever since she became a fallen angel, the balance of the world's rules has been broken!
Because at that time, Xi Mo appeared in the world with the demon spirit...
And the scale in her hand...
It tilted in one direction...
“So, what do you need me to do?”
Saint Yama didn't understand what Shijiu meant by the balance of rules.
However, he knew that Shijiu would tell him this now, perhaps because he needed his help.
And the help she needs...
It should be related to this so-called balance of rules.
"Holy Yama, I need your help..."
Shijiu retracted his gaze from the crack and turned to Saint Yama, with a rare serious look on his face, "Restore this balance."
......
The sunlight of the three realms was emptied by the void. The cracks swallowed it up, and the world fell into darkness. No one knew how long it had been.
The priests and immortal officials in the heaven did not know how long it had been, and they did not pay attention.
Today...
What they are most concerned about is the movements of the Moon Pavilion built on the cold moon at the edge of the heaven.
Because...
Shijiu currently lives there.
Living there with that mortal...
That mortal who was the lord of demon spirits.
"Little monk..." On the high attic, several flickering lanterns stood quietly in the air, lighting up the entire Moon Pavilion.
At the same time...
It also revealed the most real appearance of this place...
Cold and desolate, there has been no living thing for thousands of years. I can stay here for a long time.
Now...
In this place where there is almost no life, there is a man wearing blue-grey clothes squatting at this moment.
The man squatted on the ground, his head hanging, and he patted the soil under his feet calmly and seriously.
A strand of black hair slid down from his shoulder and brushed his cheek...
Xi Mo frowned subconsciously, pressed his thin lips tightly, and raised his hand to lift away the obstructive hair. long hair.
"Pfft!"
Shijiu suddenly saw this picture in the distance and couldn't help laughing.
“Little monk, what are you doing?”
“He left?”
Xi Mo raised his head and glanced in the direction of Shijiu, but did not answer. Her question was asked in a nonchalant manner.
He knew that Shijiu had come to see Saint Yama...
He knew that Shijiu must have something important to discuss with Saint Yama, so she didn't call him, so he didn't bother her.
But...
He still cares a little.
I wonder what Ajiu is talking about when he comes to see Saint Yama?
"Well, let's go."
Seeing the little monk pretending not to care, Shi Jiu suppressed a smile and nodded.
Then, she squatted down next to Xi Mo and looked at him with a smile as he patted the soil under his feet, "So, what are you doing, little monk?"
At this time, The green hair hanging on her shoulders traced down her neck again, and Xi Mo tilted his head slightly unaccustomedly.
Somewhat itchy.
"Ajiu, I just saw you and Mr. Sheng chatting happily. I wonder what they talked about?" Xi Mo couldn't help but ask.
Suddenly he met the little monk's deep and charming eyes, and he subconsciously licked his red lips.
His eyes are still so beautiful!
(End of this chapter)