Beibei held her breath and looked at him in shock, and then she was completely speechless. What did she just hear?

There was no expression on Di Qianmo's face, but what came out of his mouth was this: "Yan Beibei, I'm damned, I can't do anything to you, what do you think I should do?".

It seemed like he was talking to her, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

Beibei's tear glands had just closed, but she couldn't help but open them up after hearing this. She rushed over and hugged his neck, buried her head in the crook of his neck, and sobbed lowly and endlessly.

Why would you say such touching words to make her burst into tears?

This feeling of being forgiven is like floating on the endless deep sea. It has been ups and downs. The person who has been up and down in despair for more than half a year suddenly waits for the rescue boat. All the emotions suddenly collapse, and finally

Can completely

Relax your body and mind and cry loudly to release all the negative emotions.

That feeling cannot be described in words.

Beibei hugged Di Qianmo tightly. She didn't know what virtue and ability she had to be able to get a husband like Di Qianmo.

He was the one who collected her, placed her properly, and preserved her carefully all his life. He prevented her from being frightened, prevented her from suffering, prevented her from wandering around, and prevented her from having no branches to rely on. He was the backrest and all the supports that she could rely on wholeheartedly.

Di Qianmo let her hold him, and his shoulders became increasingly wet. He didn't know how long it had passed, but the sound of even breathing came from the little woman holding her tightly in his ears, accompanied from time to time.

The kind of gasping after crying too hard once or twice.

He carefully took off Beibei from her shoulders, and sure enough he saw that she had fallen asleep from crying.

She...sigh.

"Huh? Sleeping again?" Feng Huajun came in with a bowl of dark potion and frowned slightly when he saw her sleeping.

Di Qianmo said softly, "Hmm", and the princess picked her up and walked into the room.

Lord Fenghua looked at her for a long time and said slowly, "If we raise her for a while, she will be able to cleanse her marrow and become an immortal."

"No need." Di Qianmo refused, "She is extremely afraid of pain and may not be able to bear it."

Feng Hua didn't care. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and reminded, "She has a long life to live. If she doesn't cultivate, she will inevitably be injured by magic weapons."

Di Qianmo was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

He once thought that with his own magic power, he could protect her from any harm, but after experiencing so many changes, he no longer had the confidence to protect her from any worries.

She always loves to get into trouble, always refuses to settle down, and wants to interfere with everything. He wants to take her with him at all times, but there will always be exceptions to everything.

Di Qianmo closed his eyes, his fingers and palms turning white under his wide sleeves.

He didn't want to see her suffer, but Fenghua's words made sense.

The White Bird Fairy Mountain floating on the deep sea is the residence of Fenghua Tianzun. It is quiet and elegant, and the fairy energy is abundant. It is inevitable that Beibei will be hurt by the spiritual energy here. Fenghua Lord specially split the Qinghe Palace where Beibei lives.

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On the Qinghe Hall, the ground is covered with clouds and mist, flowers are in bloom, and beneath your feet is the blue undulating sea. The fragrance of flowers in the air is mixed with the breath of the sea, which makes you feel relaxed and happy. It is a very seductive place for cultivation.

Emperor Qianmo set up a separate kitchen in the Qinghe Palace, and did not need Xian'e to serve him, so he could personally serve Beibei without any worries.
Chapter completed!