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Jing Mo didn't know that the clouds she formed above Flying Dragon Mountain would bring her mother great joy and hope. She was crying like she had never cried before and she didn't know what to do.

She wanted to call Zhong Lou to help her, but she wasn't sure if Zhong Lou would listen to her or not. She wanted Yun Che to listen to her, but they …

"Little girl, why are you crying?" A white clothed man with immortal energy suddenly appeared on the clouds. He squatted down and asked Jing Mo.

Her eyes were like the deep ocean, making one unable to help but sink into depravity. His smile was like a spring breeze, causing Jing Mo to immediately stop crying, she looked at the man and said in a small voice: "Uncle Shuang, help me."

"Uncle Shuai?" The man was looking at Jing Mo's delicate appearance, and really liked her from the bottom of his heart. But he didn't expect that the handsome uncle she spoke of would cause his soft heart to instantly turn as stiff as steel, and his gaze towards Jing Mo lost its previous gentleness.

You are the most handsome and elegant person I have ever seen, even more handsome than my royal father. Jing Mo nodded as she spoke, as if she was sure of what she had said.

"But I'm old, and you call me uncle." His originally stiff face softened a bit after hearing Jing Mo's words. He spoke to Wen Yi indifferently with a heavy tone of regret.

"How can you be old? You're so young, if it's not because of your height, I would want to call you handsome brother." Jing Mo had a request from someone, and upon hearing that this person was concerned about her age, she quickly explained.

"I'm not that tall, you can call me big brother from now on." Hearing Jing Mo's explanation, the man couldn't control the smile on her face anymore, and looked towards Jing Mo with even more satisfaction. Without waiting for Jing Mo to speak, he decided to call herself.

"Then handsome brother, can you help me?" Seeing that the man was smiling, looking like she was in a good mood, Jing Mo could not help but say.

"My mother is trapped in the fire. I need to pour some rain on her, or else I won't have a mother anymore. I …" The man who was called handsome brother sighed, and wiped the tears off Jing Mo's face with a hand. He softly said: "Since it's your mother's matter, you don't have to worry about it, we each have our own fate."

After Jing Mo heard the white clothed man's words, her soft crying turned into wailing. Although she was young, she understood the meaning of his words: her mother is really going to die, this is her mother's life.

But Jing Mo didn't want to be a child without a mother, Jing Mo …

The white clothed man saw that Jing Mo was crying so bitterly that his heart was tightened. Just as he was about to speak up, Jing Mo had already stood up and rushed towards the Flying Dragon Mountain's burning area.

The white clothed man couldn't help but sigh when he saw Jing Mo's small figure. He pointed in the direction of Jing Mo and a golden silk ribbon slowly wrapped around Jing Mo's soft body, then brought her to the front of the white clothed man.

"What are you going to do? Do you know that place is on fire? If you go down, you will die. " The white clothed man's voice carried a bit of coldness, but when he looked at Jing Mo, his brows couldn't help but soften.

"Since I can't save mother, then what use do I have? I'll just accompany mother, and we'll live and die together." Jing Mo's words were resolute and decisive. The man in white changed from her casual attitude to staring at Jing Mo and asked: "Are you really going to save your mother?"

"Of course."

"If you save your mother, your mother will suffer a lot in the future, and you will regret it." The man finally couldn't bear to softly remind Jing Mo, so Jing Mo naturally didn't know that every word the man said was heaven's will. Right now, she only wanted to save her mother, so when the man had finished speaking, she resolutely and decisively told the man in white: "I will never regret saving mother."

After Jing Mo finished speaking, she looked at the white clothed man and asked softly: "Handsome brother, can you really save my mother?"

The white-robed young man remained silent. There was nothing in the Three Realms that he couldn't do, it all depended on whether he was willing to or not.

"If you save my mother, I will properly thank you. I will repay you with my life, I …" Jing Mo solemnly promised to give the man in white the benefits, but she realized that she wouldn't be able to get anything in return other than a promise with her body.

"Promise me your life?" The white clothed man did not dare believe what he had heard. Of course, he would not admit it, but after hearing Jing Mo's soft words, his heart that had been dormant for a thousand years actually started to waver a little.

Thinking about how she stubbornly conquered the clouds and brought them all to the Flying Dragon Mountain, thinking about how she looked like a pear blossom carrying the rain, thinking about how she was going to charge into the Flying Dragon Mountain to live and die with her mother, this soft and silky Kids gave him too much of a surprise, too much of shock, too much …

If she could really devote her life to him, that would seem like a good thing.

He could really end these thousands of years of life as an ancient well. It seemed like a pretty good experience if he thought about it.

Looking at the man in white's gentle expression, Jing Mo explained solemnly: "Didn't they say that saving one's life is the only way to repay someone, and that you can only repay them with your own body?"

When the white clothed man saw the young child say such words, the depths of his heart was extremely profound. At this moment, he even wanted to fly down and ask that girl called Wen Yi, how exactly did she teach this child and why did this little child say such words. Thinking that Jing Mo might have also said the words she promised others, he suddenly became unhappy.

"My mother is already a member of the royal father, so I have no choice but to devote my life to her." Jing Mo said in all seriousness, not knowing that today's words would directly affect her future, affect her entire life.

"Uncle, don't worry. I won't mind your age. I …" Seeing the man in white not saying anything, Jing Mo was very worried in her heart. She was afraid that he would reject him, as she was her only savior.

The white clothed man looked at Jing Mo who was panicking and slowly squatted down. He caressed's forehead and said softly, "Remember what you said. It was terrible. "

"Jing Mo is a good girl, she wouldn't marry a girl to a second husband. Besides, I am a princess, no one other than myself can force me to marry someone." Jing Mo was explaining, her meaning was already very clear. She had only promised herself to this man, no one could change her decision, although even she was not sure whether the explanation she gave the white clothed man was convincing or not.

"You are the person I want to marry now. You want to save my mother? No, you want to save your mother-in-law." Jing Mo instructed the white clothed man earnestly, as if they were already engaged. The white clothed man had a strange feeling in his heart when he heard her seriously say that she was his mother-in-law.

He caressed Jing Mo's head and whispered to the clouds beside him: "Are you still here to be a light bulb? Hurry and save my mother-in-law. "

The clouds had long been shocked by this God of Heaven's actions, who cared about human suffering and making fun of children. Seeing his disgusted look, how could they dare to stay here, they all turned into beads of rain and rushed towards Flying Dragon Mountain.