Zidi, you once said during your lifetime:
——The flowers planted in the ink will not bloom, but the love in the wine will not be there.
When it comes to reincarnations in the floating world, the world of mortals is nothing more than a bowl of water.
The boat that carries it sinks and the boat capsizes, and the gains and losses are also gained.
Life and death, life and death, life and death, right and wrong, but not discernible.
Bai Ye sat on the divine throne in Muyuan Palace, holding a bottle of apricot flower wine in his hand, but he didn't touch a drop.
My thoughts are misty.
Time flies, time flies.
In the blink of an eye, you have been gone for ten years, Zi Di.
I am left alone in this ninth heaven without any friends.
You also said that although you are a god with supreme magic and status, you will never get what you really want.
Only then did I understand that to you, this position of god is nothing more than a thousand-pound shackle, imprisoning you and the little demon for life.
But Zi Di, did you know that the little demon has recovered his memory?
Do you know that she has already written down the mortal destiny of finding a lover for you and her in all her lifetimes? She just wants to stay in Yunling Mountain for the rest of her life, guarding this place where you and her are full of sweet pasts. Then, when her youth is gone, she will follow you and disappear between heaven and earth.
Now, this mortal fold is placed on the jade table in front of me.
What do you want me to do? Flute.
Concept: Zi Di and Xiao Yao shouldn't end up like that. Even if gods and demons have different paths, they can rewrite each other's fate.