Long Sijue lowered his eyes and looked at the Wushuang Saint in the wheelchair.
His brows moved quietly.
But it was unclear how the Wushuang Holy Lord looked at Qing Chen.
That look is something only a man can understand.
At the same time, Long Sijue also knew that it was the Wushuang Holy Lord who saved the Celestial Clan in the first place.
Wushuang...is Qingchen's benefactor.
If it had been anyone else, Long Sijue's violent temper would have knocked him away with one punch.
Long Sijue's big hand moved lightly and tightly held Yue Qingchen's hand.
interlocking fingers.
A sudden light suddenly appeared in Long Sijue's golden eyes.
"Don't worry, Wushuang Holy Lord, as long as I am here, I will definitely protect Qingchen. If anyone dares to touch her, I will destroy his whole family!"
A low voice overflowed from his mouth, carrying irresistible majesty and power.
The Wushuang Saint squinted his eyes and looked at Long Sijue.
After a long time, he opened his lips slightly and suppressed the bitterness at the corners of his lips.
"Okay, of course I believe you..."
The Lord of the Divine Dragon, the man who shed his blood for the sake of light.
How could he not believe him?
He still remembered the scene he saw when he rushed back after learning the bad news about Feng Qingqing——
That day, the Lord of the Dragon held a mutilated corpse, his body covered in blood and glowing, turned into a mummy, and knelt in the snow.
Thinking back on that scene, even he couldn't help but feel moved.
The Wushuang Holy Lord said and coughed twice.
"I'm a little tired. You should go back first. After I pack up, I will join you and go to the divine realm. I really want to see my two eldest nephews..."
Long Sijue nodded lightly and held Yue Qingchen's hand tighter.
Yue Qingchen heard him mention Xiaoye Xiaomo, and her eyes were filled with tenderness.
"Okay...they'll like you."
…
Yue Qingchen and Long Sijue have since left.
All around, tranquility was restored again.
Wushuang was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the window, quietly looking into the distance.
In his hand, at some point, there was another hairpin.
He lowered his head and looked at the hairpin, seeming to be deep in thought.
"Sir..." Wei Shulang had already fallen behind him at some point, "Sir, who was that man in black robe just now? His power is so terrifying."
Wushuang moved his palm and took out a box from the carry-on space.
He put the hairpin into the box, his fingertips flashed with power, and spells overflowed, sealing the box.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
"It's time to seal it away -" Wushuang sighed softly.
A slight smile appeared on Ruyu's face.
Wei Shulang was stunned.
"But, Master, this is a treasure that you regard as life!!"
The young master always carried this hairpin with him in his memory.
Someone once accidentally touched it and was killed on the spot by the young master.
When the young master has nothing to do in his daily life, this hairpin will never leave his hand.
Now, it is about to be dusty.
"Yeah..." Wushuang smiled faintly, "It has a better destination now. If it doesn't belong to me, I shouldn't have any thoughts anymore. I just need to watch silently..."
Wei Shulang frowned, puzzled.
"Since Young Master still likes it so much, then just keep it."
The unparalleled blue sleeves are slightly fluttering.
Under the strong wind, the small box moved slightly and was put into a corner by him.
"You still don't understand-"
He said, pushing the wheelchair and slowly turning around.
"Alang, pack up, it's time for us to leave here..."