The Journey Of Flower

Chapter 130

Mo Bingxian has looked for Hua Qiangu everywhere, but could not find her. He doesn't know whether she's still in the Cloud Palace or not. He was well aware that if she purposely wanted to hide herself, nobody in the world can find her. As the days passed by, Hua Qiangu never still did not show up. Mo Bingxian's cold-hearted personality has become a little restless, he doesn't know if his consumption of her power would be enough for the Immortal Realm to seal her. Thinking about this, he increasingly worried about her end-result. In a few days, the Immortal Realm will launch a counterattack, needless to say, it would be one of the biggest wars in history. Obviously, it's like throwing the egg against the stone, the chance of victory is very slim. But he knows in his heart that the only person they need to deal with is Zhu Ran, Hua Qiangu doesn't care about winning or losing at all. The eyes like stagnant water occasionally reveal only despair and exhaustion, no different from a dying person. In fact, she's tired of all this, just want to get it over quickly.

He has been counting the days, and finally the last day is approaching. Mo Bingxian didn't believe that Zhu Ran and his people didn't know about their plan at all, but it's just that the Six Realms have become weirdly quiet.

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Hua Qiangu stood by a small river bank, the river has already dried up. She remembers a long time ago that she liked to catch fish and crabs in the river barefoot. Her father sat under the eaves reading and from time to time she could hear his intermittent coughing. When he is in good spirits, he would teach her to read, write or make a beautiful paper kite for her.

It's just in a blink of an eye, many years have passed. Her small wooden house had long disappeared. Since the birth of the demon god, the sky has changed, and the drought has been going on for several years. People in the village either died or relocated elsewhere, there are not many left.

She pulled the grass out of father's grave and repaired it. She then found some woods, knocking them, followed the memories she wanted to rebuild the wooden house. Even though her supernatural power is powerful, due her clumsiness, after two days of building it, but still looks very shabby. Not to mention that she often get lost in thought and hit the hammer on your hand. By the time the construction is completed, the wooden house turned into a flower house. Flowers are blooming everywhere, and flower vines are climbing. Hua Qiangu was lying in the darkness, she felt as in the past, having a little roof that helps her block the wind and rain, reassurance and dependable. It's like being wrapped in the mother's stomach. She recalled those days, lying in Bai Zihua's arms.

There is a dense of darkness in the sky, it's been many days since the sun disappeared. She knows that she shouldn't influence the sun and the moon and affecting the earth, rivers and mountains just by her emotions, but she has almost no control over these.

Suddenly she noticed someone was coming, it's the breath she's familiar with, her hands could not help but trembled a bit.

The man just stood by the door, but he didn't come in. Hua Qiangu smiled with bitterness in her heart. Since he doesn't want to see her, why bother come to find her.

"It's windy outside, come in and sit down. Although the cottage is too simple, it may not be hospitable, there is always a place for temporary lodging."

Bai Zihua opened the door and came in.

Hua Qiangu was sitting and randomly propped on a plank. Her purple eyes fixed on him, very calm like quiet waves. The two looked at each other for a long time in the dark. Bai Zihua randomly searched for a place and sat down. His white clothes is as white as snow, the whole body seems to have a cycle of fluorescent halo.