Guangming Shenjun fell ill, and he visited Qihuangxianguan for three whole days:
day1: Qihuang Xianguan: "... Shenjun... You are not sick. It is probably what ordinary people call a sign of grievance."
Day2: Qihuang Xianguan: "... Shenjun... You are not sick. It may be what ordinary people call a sign of loneliness."
Day3: Qihuang Xianguan: "... Shenjun... You are not sick. It is probably what ordinary people call a sign of sadness."
Immortal Officer Qihuang cried and fainted in the toilet: "Shenjun, I really can't cure your problem, please let qaq go."
So. . .
"I'm sick." The man frowned and said to Runyu seriously. That angry face was so handsome that even Xu Feng would be seven points inferior here.
Runyu held back her nervousness for a moment when she saw the ancient divine monarch, and cautiously tried to test: "How serious is the divine monarch's illness? Is it better... The little god will call the immortal doctor Qihuang for you to take a look?" After saying that, he raised his hand to bow, turned around, picked up a piece of plain white gauze, and wanted to go to the thirteenth heaven.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his feet, Fu Li grabbed his wrist forcefully and pulled him back.
The man's eyebrows were very close to each other, and his cold gray eyes that used to be filled with three thousand stars were full of moist jade. Just listen to him say slowly in a preaching tone: "You come to cure it."
Fu Li took Runyu's hand and put it on his heart: "From now on, you will no longer be wronged, lonely, or sad. Otherwise, there will be diseases here."
Runyu: "..."