The breeze was blowing, and in the purple bamboo forest, his moon-white clothes were flying. At that moment, I seemed to hear Nuwa whispering softly in my ear: "You are the rib I picked off from him."
"Master, can I just call you Bei'er?"
"You can scream if you want." There was no ups and downs in the voice.
"Aqing, will we die here, in someone else's grave?"
"Girl, Bei'er, don't worry. If the Lord of Hell doesn't want his underworld to be moved to the ground, just take us in."
"Mu Yi, you are saying that I am your fiancée, so I came out to ask for you."
"But this is a fact, Xing'er."
"As I said, my name is Bei'er, not Xing'er. Can't you understand me?"
"From today on, I am the king of the Shura clan, and I will definitely restore the Shura clan to its former glory."
"If I could, I would just get angry and forget all of you."
It's just that, Nuwa, you only told me that I was his rib, but you didn't tell me how to return to his body.