MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 384 All living beings love her

Chapter 384 All living beings love her

Witnessing Suisui's sacrifice with his own eyes, Fu Jiuxiao almost went crazy.

 “Why are you so cruel to her?”

 “Why treat her like this?”

Fu Jiuxiao was crying blood, but no one could give him an explanation.

At this moment, he watched the spirit body disperse and return to the three realms again.

Fu Jiuxiao was trembling all over. He had never been afraid of heaven and earth, but at this moment he felt a cold fear.

He fears.

 He was afraid that Suisui would make endless sacrifices over the long years.

How cruel is this?

 But remembering Suisui’s shocked eyes when he reached out to grab Suisui, she seemed to have some reaction.

Fu Jiuxiao forced herself to calm down.

 After turning into a spirit body, one usually only remembers the mission of offering sacrifices to heaven and saving the world. Now that Suisui reacts to him, it must be that the call of all the people has had an effect.

 He used his strength to get up.

 He who always looked down upon all living beings from a high position humbly knocked on the people's doors.

Seeing the remaining breath on the tribute, his eyes were full of deathly silence, and he felt a little more hopeful.

“Strange, the chicken was still fragrant when it was steamed in the morning, but now it tastes saltless and tasteless, and even the aroma of the chicken is gone.”

 “It’s weird, this meat tastes like chewing wax. How could it be like this?” Some people in the house murmured softly.

 Sacrifice that has been enjoyed by the gods will lose the original taste of the food.

Fu Jiuxiao was crying and laughing at the same time, knocking on the door constantly to confirm.

The spirit body of heaven and earth is not bound by anything, and the three realms are huge. It belongs to the three realms and is free.

 She can be attracted by the tribute, which means she is attracted.

 She is still responsive to the people who sincerely worship her.

 Wherever she descended, her remnant soul was found.

 She and her people are saving each other.

 Fu Jiuxiao, with his head full of white hair, knocked on the doors of one house after another on the street.

 Sure enough…

 Her remnant soul is found on the small statues worshiped by the people.

The remnant soul that he could not find anywhere in the three realms was obediently staying on the statues worshiped by the people.

The old woman holding the statue of God devoutly, gently caressed the statue: "My family is poor and cannot make stone statues, so I can only carve them with a knife." This wood carving looks extremely rough, but it is full of prayers. and blessing packages.

The remaining soul lay quietly in it.

 Fu Jiuxiao carefully transferred the remaining soul into the clay figurine.

 He traveled to many places, praying for the gods from house to house.

He didn’t know how long he had been begging for. He only knew that he knocked on one door after another and kowtowed one after another.

 Heaven, earth and man are the weakest.

Who would have thought that the last hope of the First God would come from thousands of people?

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't count how many places he had walked and how many times he had kowtowed. He could only clearly remember that he had seen Suisui sacrificed six times.

 But this time, he had not seen the sacrifice for more than a month.

 Because most of the remaining souls have already arrived among the clay figures.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the Beisheng Palace gate with the clay figurine in his arms.

 With the return of Suisui's remnant soul, he can probably feel the guidance here.

 This is where Jiajia is.

"Why are white banners hung everywhere in the capital of Beisheng? But there is a funeral?" Fu Jiuxiao entered the palace with the token and asked the palace attendants with a slight frown.

 The palace man’s eyes were slightly red.

 “There will be a national mourning in Beisheng soon.” The palace man replied in a low voice, and secretly raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

 Fu Jiuxiao was a little puzzled.

Several elders in Beisheng died early, and only five-year-old Jiajia was found to be the young emperor. Who can afford to say a national mourning now?

 The empress is only seventeen years old now, and she is in her prime years. Beisheng Palace was heavily guarded and filled with a deep sense of sadness, which made him a little uneasy.

 Since Suisui left, he has not cared about anything. Did something go wrong in Beisheng?

When Fu Jiuxiao was standing in the Wanchao Hall, there were hundreds of Beisheng officials kneeling outside the hall door.

This made his heart skip a beat.

 Only when the emperor dies, officials will behave like this.

The palace servant who was waiting nearby stood in front of the palace door, his eyes were red and swollen, and he performed the national salute to Fu Jiuxiao.

"Your Majesty will not see anyone, and will let the imperial doctor hang on to her life while she waits for you." The empress is now at the end of her defense.

There was a squeak.

 The palace man pushed open the heavy door.

 The room was a little lifeless. In front of the bright yellow dragon bed, a little boy was kneeling.

The young man is wearing the clothes of the prince.

 “I have met His Majesty Jiuxiao.” The young man looked ten years old, but he advanced and retreated in a measured manner, neither humble nor overbearing, which made people look up to him.

"This is the child that Her Majesty the Empress chose from the clan, and she adopted him as her younger brother." The palace man said in a low voice.

 The child’s parents both died fighting for the throne.

 At a young age, he had seen everything about human relationships. The empress took pity on him and kept him by her side at the age of three.

The young man knows good and bad things, and he works extremely hard wherever the empress asks him to learn.

 Just three days ago, the empress made him the crown prince.

At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the empress' bed with a thin figure, his eyes were so swollen that he could hardly open them, and there were tears on his face.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the bed, her lips pursed tightly and her breathing stagnant.

The palace attendant said with red eyes: "Your Majesty, the Empress, lights the lamp every day, but now it is all gone." After saying that, she knelt on the ground.

 Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the bed, swaying slightly.

"How can you let her leave with peace of mind when you're like this? She hates you the most." Fu Jiuxiao's voice was hoarse.

 Seventeen years old, a woman’s best years.

Jiajia has good looks, but she was trafficked for this reason.

 She has bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque features. She is the empress, and she is also an extremely beautiful woman.

The black hair she once loved, every strand was taken care of extremely smoothly.

 The girl’s smooth and rosy skin no longer exists.

 Lying on the bed, she looked like a twilight woman with a ravaged face and an old-fashioned face.

There are golden needles stuck in his body, and the imperial doctor is already forcibly extending his life.

She looks so old that no one will notice that she is only seventeen years old.

"She couldn't bear to leave me, so why didn't she take me away with her?" Jiajia's voice was hoarse, no different from that of a dying old man.

“I died when I was five years old. What she saved was Jiajia, who only had her in her eyes and heart.”

 “Why doesn’t she take me with her?”

"Why is she so cruel? Abandon me and leave me alone to face this world without her?" Tears fell into the white hair on the temples, looking particularly worried.

"I don't covet the world, nor do I covet power. I just covet every moment around her. Why don't you take me with you?"

"She wants me to be a good emperor, so I try to be a diligent emperor who loves the people. But for me, it is better to be a little maid beside her."

 “Okay now...Jiajia can follow her.”

Jiajia chuckled, and the boy kneeling next to him sobbed softly.

"I have taught you for seven years. Although you are young, you are enough to support Beisheng. I will leave Beisheng to you, I can rest assured." Jiajia raised her hand with difficulty and patted the young man's shoulder. The young man was shaking more and more violently and crying suppressedly. The sound resounded in the hall.

 “I’m scared without you.” The boy cried.

 “I won’t be the emperor, how about you come back?”

Jiajia’s lips curled up slightly, showing no fear of imminent death.

“But that’s me, the master I want to follow every day.” Jiajia murmured in a low voice.

 (End of this chapter)