The cloud road is filled with waves, and Venerable Gu Yao is moving forward.
"Stay." A faint voice sounded not far behind him.
Venerable Guyao paused and turned around slowly: "Shiyin?"
It was Di Shiyin who caught up. He was still dressed as he was at Qiqi's birthday party, with a white robe dyed like snow, thin lips slightly pursed, and brows sparse.
"Qiqi has nothing to do with you, please take this thing back." Di Shiyin flipped his wrist and handed over the fox-shaped hairpin.
Venerable Gu Yao was stunned for a moment, his expression not very good: "Shiyin, what do you mean?"
Di Shiyin's eyes were slightly sharp: "Your Majesty, you understand."
Venerable Guyao's face froze, and the look in his eyes was quite complicated: "You...you can see..."
Di Shiyin remained calm: "Your Majesty, I am not a fool."
"When?" Venerable Guyao didn't give up. He felt that he had acted like enough!
"When does it matter?" Emperor Shiyin said coldly, throwing the hairpin at him: "Your Majesty and I have nothing to do with each other. Qiqi is a descendant of Qingqiu and has nothing to do with Your Majesty. Your Majesty does not need to go to great lengths to come here.
Send things."
This sentence was quite hurtful, but Venerable Guyao could only listen. He took the hairpin in his hand, turned around, and finally returned to his original appearance, becoming the Emperor of Heaven.
He looked gloomy: "Shiyin, are you never going to forgive your father for the rest of your life?"
The emperor didn't reply, turned around and left.
"Shiyin, maybe my father's days will not be too long. Do you really want your father to die with regrets?" The Emperor of Heaven said sadly from behind.
Emperor Shiyin's cloud steps paused slightly, but then he left in a smooth motion, leaving only a vague word in the air: "Your Majesty, you are the Emperor of Heaven, not the emperor of the human world."
The emperor of the human world is subject to birth, old age, sickness and death, but the emperor of heaven has the same lifespan as heaven. If there are no accidents, he will live until the end of the world. But he wants to use the same tricks as the emperors of the human world to deal with him... Do you think he is an idiot?
The Lord Heavenly Emperor watched his shadow gradually disappear in the depths of the sea of clouds. He could not hide the sadness in his eyes and sighed leisurely.
The Emperor of Heaven indeed lives the same life as Heaven and will not die of old age, but he will also undergo calamities and become immortals...
Originally, his calamity would be 200,000 years later, but the calamity of the heaven is approaching. As the Emperor of Heaven, he has the unshirkable duty to protect it, and will sacrifice his life when necessary...
"A Shuang, maybe soon we will mingle with each other in the dust of heaven and earth. Will you be happy? The only thing I am worried about is our son. He is very good, but I am afraid that he will regret it...or maybe he really treats me like this.
My father doesn’t have any feelings. If that’s the case, at least he won’t be sad the day something happens to me..."
As the Emperor of Heaven, he naturally has a very keen sixth sense about his final day, and he understands that his days are really numbered.
But - he has not yet obtained his son's forgiveness...
The Emperor of Heaven stood there for a long time, deep in thought, holding the hairpin tightly in his hand.
The gloomy and desolate figure is misty in the clouds, as if it will disappear at any time...