Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 37

There was a heavy snowfall in Kyoto, not as soft as goose feathers, the sky was densely covered, and the streets were covered with white lanterns. The whole country mourned the passing of another emperor of Dayan, but sincerely felt for that emperor There are a few more people who are sad.

Ten Mile Long Street seemed to be the bustling scene of yesterday, everyone was busy with their own affairs, as if the death of the monarch had nothing to do with them, they only cared about their own lives.

The heater was turned on in the carriage, and the silver charcoal inside was burning vigorously. Even so, Zichu kept rubbing his hands, his little face was flushed from the cold, and the small body of Chenghuang sat beside her, with pure pupils Full of hostility, staring fiercely at Xiao Shu opposite, both of them forgot Judge Cui's words, but he did not forget, if Xiao Shu suddenly went crazy, then he would not suffer.

This time they returned to the capital for important business, but they only went to the underworld for a few days, and it was already winter in the capital.

"Shangshen. You don't know how to use power to keep warm..." Chenghuang glanced at Zichu, full of contempt.

Zichu was still dressed in white, except that he was wearing a white fox fur cloak. Right now, he was putting his hand over the stove, and the white air was lingering, and there was a hint of warmth, "I feel that since I went to the underworld, my mana has weakened. A lot."

Although her magic power is not strong, but it is not low. Originally, she wanted to return to the God Realm sooner, but it got longer and longer, so long that she didn't want to leave. Who is that man in black clothes? Will be bitter.

Xiao Shu's originally lifeless eyes suddenly wavered, watching her slightly shivering shoulders because of the cold, he took off the fox fur cloak on his body, and put it on for her. There was an undeniable look in his eyes.

Zichu felt the temperature from the clothes and his unique smell, and looked at his thin body, feeling a little guilty, "Xiao Shu, I'm not cold."

Xiao Shu lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, did not hear her words, a gust of cold wind blew in, he sneezed, coughed a few times to cover up, and returned to his expressionless look .

Zichu sighed, and recited formulas in his heart to drive away the cold for him, seeing his no longer shrinking body, he also felt relieved. "Xiao Shu, aren't you going home?"

Xiao Shu felt that his body was no longer cold, but a little warmer. There seemed to be a touch of warmth in his eyes, and he didn't ignore the flash of embarrassment on her face, "Zi Chu, I don't have a home."

He no longer plans to go back to that home, and the human world has nothing he is nostalgic about.

Zichu shrugged helplessly, she had no choice but to go back to the God Realm.

The two were relatively speechless, but their eyes met from time to time, and then they left hastily. The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit weird.

"God, are you saying that your power is weakening?" Chenghuang pondered for a long time, his eyes darkened, and then he spoke slowly, with a maturity that didn't match his age. At this moment, he was more like a wise man .

Zichu nodded like garlic, pinched Chenghuang's elastic face, expecting him to give an answer, "Why? Why?" Thinking of the mana failure that day, the Sichuan character between his eyebrows became heavier.

Chenghuang looked embarrassed, and managed to get out of her clutches, gave her a blank look, and then said, "God, maybe winter is here and people are lazy."

He is too lazy to move in winter, he only hopes that the human world will not die.

Zichu ".."

Xiao Shu ".."

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the cold wind mixed with rain and snow blew in. Zi Chu tightened the cloak on her body, and jumped out of the car neatly. The snowflakes slowly fell on her black hair. She stretched out her hand, and the snow fell In her palm, it gradually melted until it turned into clear water, and the snow danced around her, forming the lingering picture scroll in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)