The figure of the Emperor of Heaven suddenly appeared in the cave, muttering words, and received the bodies of the nine beautiful men together with Luo Baiyu on the colorful auspicious clouds in his hands.
"Father, what can you do? No matter what it is, I am willing to do it."
Hearing that there was a way to save her, Xi'er didn't care about anything else. She tried to stand up, but she had no strength and fell to the ground as soon as she tilted.
Shui Tianjue rushed over to catch Xi'er and held his precious daughter in his arms.
"Father, father, what on earth are you going to do?"
Xi'er didn't care whether she was going to fall. She just wanted to know whether the nine dead people could be resurrected.
It took thousands of years for her to recognize her love clearly. She would not be willing to lose it like this!
"Okay, let's go somewhere with daddy."
Shuitian couldn't bear his daughter to be so sad, so he patted Xi'er's shoulder, chanted a spell and flew together to the underworld.
At the same time, the Emperor of Heaven and Luo Xueyan returned to heaven with the bodies of Luo Baiyu and nine beautiful men.
The underworld was dark, with black stone walls and lonely ghosts everywhere. Xi'er was frightened to see it.
She would have been scared before, but now she can't live with this. Zifeng and the others are dead, and she wants to save them. Even if the sacrifice is huge, she still has to save them.
Let Shui Tianjue take him and fly into the main hall of the underworld.
"Uncle Shui."
Mingyin had been waiting in the main hall for a long time, and when she saw Xi'er and Shui Tianjue arriving, she quickly came out to welcome them.
"How about it?"
Now is not the time to pay attention to etiquette. Shui Tianjue waved his hand and Ming Yin stood up, with a faint smile on his gentle face and nodded his head accordingly.
"Come on, take us to see it."
After receiving that affirmation, Shui Tianjue felt relieved, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay!"
Otherwise, his precious daughter might cry to death.
Xi'er had no idea what kind of riddle the two were playing, her eyes were filled with mist, and tears flowed out from time to time.
With such an appearance, let alone people, even the ghosts in the underworld would be distracted by Xi'er.
Who makes a beautiful woman cry and makes people think that I feel pity for her and that she is worthy of sympathy?
"Okay, don't cry, they are all fine."
Shuitian couldn't bear his daughter to keep crying, so he quickly explained.