Mo Shu was utterly exhausted, and before she could see the babies being fed, she fell asleep again.
This ti, as she fell asleep, Mo Shu had a nightmare.
In the dream, Mo Shu lay beside two small babies, both swaddled in blankets, their eyes closed in deep slumber.
Standing by the bedside was a man dressed in a long, opulent robe.
The man’s silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and on his forehead, a fiery red mark was prominently stamped. He held one hand loosely in front of him, with silver threads woven into the wide white sleeves, exuding an aura of nobility.
Unlike the few tis she’d seen him before, this ti the Creator God was dressed properly, immaculately.
Unlike before, Mo Shu could see his forehead this ti.
Though his full face remained hidden, this was a significant breakthrough compared to before.
The Creator God sensed her gaze, and beneath the veil of mist, his crimson lips curved upward as he said, "It was successful indeed, you have worked hard."
Mo Shu couldn’t understand what he was saying, furrowing her brow in confusion.
Seemingly aware of her bewildernt, the Creator God sighed softly, "The nurturing of the spiritual child defies fate itself. It’s no wonder you forgot , but now that the spiritual child has been born, you should return."
Mo Shu had no idea what he was referring to, but soon she recalled the frustrating task from the afternoon: to marry the Creator God.
The terrifying thought in Mo Shu’s mind magnified instantly, almost suffocating her, but she managed to recover quickly, shouting, "What do you an, Creator God? Can’t you show so respect? I already have a husband, so stop bothering !"
The Creator God’s expression seed to change slightly, though there remained a veil of mist over his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.
Yet, Mo Shu could feel the Creator God’s displeasure at this mont.
It seed a bit lancholic, but when Mo Shu paused to carefully sense it, the emotion had completely vanished.
It felt like an illusion.
The Creator God spoke again, "This is your destiny and your task, don’t you wish to complete the task?"
Mo Shu scoffed, "What task? Isn’t it just sothing you decided on?"
The Creator God fell silent.
Mo Shu grew sowhat angry, shouting, "What kind of Creator God are you? In reality, you’re just a scumbag, already married yourself, yet insisting on entangling with another’s wife. Do you have no sha?"
The Creator God looked sowhat aggrieved and said, "How can you say that? You don’t..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Shu heard his voice suddenly cut off, as if interrupted by sothing.
What Mo Shu didn’t know was that in another world, the man had already been struck down by a bolt of heavenly lightning.
The servants outside heard the commotion and rushed in, gasping at his appearance and imdiately shouting, "Lord God, are you trying to forcibly summon the Divine Queen back again?"
The Creator God wiped the corner of his mouth, not answering.
The subordinates imdiately understood, anxiously saying, "Why are you so anxious? The Divine Sons have already been born; the Divine Queen will return sooner or later. What’s a few hundred years more?"
Indeed.
A few hundred years have passed, what’s a mont more?
But, what can be done.
He longs for her so.
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