The Three Princesses of Nezha

The soup in the pot has not been boiled for a long time, and Nezha finally ushered in the finished product.

All the minced meat has been skimmed off, and it looks like there is no impurities, but the soup contains a strong meat aroma, and the originally cooked meat slices are placed in another plate.

Huntian Ling turned her arms and legs into a swing again.

Nezha changed his clothes in the morning. With Mrs. Yin around, Nezha became a doll again. According to Mrs. Yin, wearing military uniform every day is too tiring.

My Nezha looks so good-looking, so naturally I have to dress up well.

Nezha couldn't help but look at Mrs. Yin's military uniform twice.

In fact, the military uniform is quite easy, a red dress and silver armor was given by her master back then, so the defensive nature is naturally needless to say, it is made of silver fines that I don’t know where, and the Qiankun tripod is remade, For the time being, it can be regarded as a magic weapon.

Although the main function is defense.

After all, Fuxi is not a master of equipment training, and he has made no achievements in this area.

However, aesthetics is always online, and there is no need for any doubts.

The red clothes and silver armor are very suitable for Nezha.

It is also the same as the heart, and when it is not needed, it is really similar to the red dress that Nezha usually wears.

After a while, the people who ate and drank arrived. Of course, the above did not include Li Jing and Mrs. Yin.

Nezha wished he could kick the rest of them away.

She doesn't welcome her at all. The two of them are living a good life here. Why do these guys come out to bother them when they have nothing to do?

Don't think she doesn't know, she has been staring at this place for a long time.

Xiaotiangou's nose was installed one by one.

Nezha immediately glared at them one by one. Lei Zhenzi and the others didn't have any psychological pressure on this, and just ignored them completely.

They still remember Nezha cheating them so much before.

Make Nezha and Ao Bing feel better? !

Think beautiful!

With his uncle and aunt around, it was obviously impossible for Nezha to say anything else.

Let Nezha suffer from boredom, and they feel comfortable.

I used to think that Ao Bing looked good, but who knew that his heart was so dark!

The two of them reached a consensus, and Ao Bing actually said that he was willing to gamble and admit defeat. As a witness, he would definitely fulfill his mission.Otherwise, the weapon will not be returned.

Focus on the last sentence.

Both hearts are black!

unacceptable!

Three times, five times and two divisions, the two big men directly helped Nezha and solved a lot of them.

Really are--

One, point, also, no, be polite!

Nezha stared fixedly at the two guys in front of him.

It is obviously her "noble" exclusive!

The guy who rubs the rice, hurry up and get out of there, okay!

At this moment, Mrs. Yin was biting the spoon, and the taste of the thick soup and the sliced ​​meat lingered in her mouth. She seemed to understand something for a moment, and suddenly realized.

In the middle of the night, beside the fire, Mrs. Yin looked at Nezha, who looked normal, raised her hand and stroked Nezha's head and said, "Daughter, your mother, I now understand one thing."

"Ah?" Nezha raised his head in a daze.

"Sure enough, falling in love with someone means mastering the other person's stomach. Look at your father's cooking skills, so your mother and I married him."

"..." Nezha.

Mom, you didn't say that before.

What you're talking about is Lang riding a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed.The standard childhood sweetheart, the love journey of childhood sweethearts.

"You don't know, your father was a good cook back then. He didn't learn this later. When he was young, he used those things to catch me. He picked out my favorite food and hid it, just like fishing. Otherwise, how could your mother and I always play with your father's house when we were young?"

"Too scheming!"

"Did Ao Bing drop you like this before? I didn't expect the third prince of the Dragon King's family to be like this!" Mrs. Yin said seriously, with a correct expression, but there was no sign of reprimand at all.

Nezha listened to the words, thought about it carefully, and then planned to interrupt Mrs. Yin's words.

But Mrs. Yin seemed to be able to guess what Nezha was thinking.

He raised his hand and said directly, "Nezha, no need to explain, mother understands you."

"..." Nezha.

Mom, what do you know?

"Believe me, my mother has more experience with this kind of thing than you! But I would like to give you a suggestion, this kind of thing will go backwards! Your father rarely cooks now, unless it is Chinese New Year, but you are not without that smell If you eat it, you will be lost to everyone, and it is not as good as your mother's craftsmanship, right?!"

"During the Chinese New Year...Dad actually cooks too?" Isn't it always done by servants?

"Of course! The dish that is necessary every year, the dish of blue silk winding hundreds of miles is made by your father." Mrs. Yin said with her hands on her hips.

Nezha thought for a while, then nodded in agreement for a long time, "No wonder it's so unpalatable."

"..." Mrs. Yin.

It's unpalatable!

Is the reason why you never touch that dish because it tastes bad? !

Why haven't I heard you say that before!

In addition, Mrs. Yin was still full of distrust in Nezha's eyes.

It seems to be saying, isn't it really your mother's illusion?

I saw that Mrs. Yin's eyes were fixed on Nezha. Seeing this, Nezha seemed to understand Mrs. Yin's words, and then said, "Well... I know that mother likes to eat, and the taste is unique. Besides, during the New Year... There are a lot of dishes coming."

Nezha sat by the bonfire, the flames of the bonfire became smaller and smaller, and with a thought, the Hot Wheels appeared under his feet, and then Nezha pointed forward, and the Hot Wheels fell directly into the fire.

Immediately, in the next second, the flames "swish" directly to the sky, and the flames spread.Moreover, it is still a straight line.

Of course, it was only for a moment, as if it were extremely dazzling and bright fireworks.

fleeting.

Or, to be more precise, call it——

Fleeing Sky Monkey【.

Right now, Mars didn't fall anywhere else, it was all collected in the flames of Hot Wheels.

The original wood has been burned to ashes in an instant, and the Hot Wheels hangs in the fire, acting as a bonfire.

It's true, it's very eye-catching, but for the two people present, Madam Yin couldn't help but look at the fire that suddenly jumped up and wanted to pierce the sky. The Hot Wheels in.

This effect...

Really, the first time I saw you.

Immediately, Mrs. Yin withdrew her gaze, and immediately waved her hand and said, "These are not important! As someone who has experienced it, Wei Niang told you that this kind of thing will degenerate, so keep your current experience. Nezha, Mom is optimistic about you! Now you are also 16 I'm old, I hope you are well, my mother will always be so good."

"You were young before, you are not very old now, and you still have a long way to go. Mother knows that Nezha is the best child. I hope for Mother, that Third Prince Ao Bing is also your beloved."

The fire light met Mrs. Yin's cheeks, and the red fire light seemed to shine into Mrs. Yin's eyes, and her eyes were also a little red. Looking at Nezha's eyes were extremely focused, and there seemed to be a lot of tolerance in them. With a loving smile.Madam Yin lowered her head, looked at Nezha and smiled, raised her arms, as if holding Nezha's face in one hand.

Mrs. Yin is not old now, she is even very young, but the corners of her eyes are a little more wrinkled.This actually showed Mrs. Yin's original age.

For Nezha, Mrs. Yin's age is just a blink of an eye, very short.

Human life is miraculous, birth, old age, sickness and death, and a hundred years are fleeting.

In another hundred years, there will be a pair of bones left.

They have not experienced so many major events in the prehistoric world, and the vast majority of people will not have names in later generations, but they have existed.

Nezha knew about it a long time ago.

But now Nezha felt that she didn't know all that well.

but……

She doesn't know if the other human races have been in a hundred years, but her mother is definitely not a short hundred years.

Mrs. Yin actually has mana, but if she only follows the current speed, she may die without any results, but such things as lifespan can also be extended.

There are many things in the world that can prolong life.

As long as there is time, the human race is the innate Taoist body. Compared with the monster race, it directly saves a big step.

That is transformation.

As long as there is time, the human race can slowly cultivate like the monster race. As long as they can break through to the earth immortal, their lifespan is infinite.

All the cultivation of the current human race starts from the method left by Lao Tzu, at least in the eastern world, without exception.

Therefore, Nezha is not in a hurry about this.

Nezha raised his hand and tapped lightly on Mrs. Yin's wrinkles, thought for a while, then pursed his lips, and couldn't help but say, "Mother, do you want me to take this off for you? It looks a bit An eyesore."

"Of course, if you like to keep it, I have no problem."

"..." Mrs. Yin.

What is this all about?

"Nezha, did you listen to me?"

Nezha nodded.

"What did I just say, tell me!"

Nezha nodded.

"..."

Co-authored, is it all for nothing? ? ?

Your mother, I brewed emotions, brewed so well, and you didn't listen at all? !

"Wow, Zha!"

Nezha continued to nod in response, looking at Mrs. Yin.

Four eyes facing each other.

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"..."

"..."

The scene was quiet.

Madam Yin couldn't help sighing, my daughter is just beautiful.

Wait, don't be fooled by Nezha's appearance!

Mrs. Yin tried to brew her emotions again, but failed.

Immediately, Mrs. Yin sighed, she was defeated.

"Look down."

Nezha bowed his head obediently.

Mrs. Yin raised her hand, and Qianqian's fine fingers landed on the red silk ribbon on Nezha's hair. She took off the red silk and picked up the comb from her waist. Nezha's hair was extremely smooth, and the silk was cool on her fingertips. It can slide down at any time.

Comb across the ends of the hair, from head to tail.Immediately, Nezha's top hair was tied up with red silk, and the bottom hair was draped over his shoulders.

Then--

When Nezha found out, he didn't know whether Mrs. Yin did it on purpose or not.

A stupid hair stood up directly on the top of the head.

Emmm...

Mom, you really did it on purpose!

One less strand of hair!And it's still standing up like that!

Originally, when the fire was shining, it was a warm scene when it hit Nezha and Mrs. Yin, but then there was no more.

Mrs. Yin coughed in embarrassment, and then quickly brushed it over with the comb, and the dull hair fell directly between the hair strands along the comb, as if it looked very soft!

"So... Mother, do you want me to remove that wrinkle in the corner of your eye for you, or keep it for yourself?" Nezha asked, looking at the corner of Mrs. Yin's eye from time to time.

"No need!" Mrs. Yin directly refused without thinking, why is this being brought up again!

"Oh, that's fine." A very obedient and obedient one sitting opposite Mrs. Yin, with bright eyes, which is more beautiful against the firelight. "Then, mother, I'll go back to sleep first."

Madam Yin nodded, "Okay."

Hearing this, Nezha had a thought, and the Hot Wheels came out of the fire, and Nezha threw a few logs in to keep the flame alive. As for whether it will be extinguished later, it is none of her business.

Nezha slid straight down along the edge.

"and many more!"

Hearing Mrs. Yin's voice, Nezha turned his head and looked at Mrs. Yin.

Mrs. Yin raised her hand to signal Nezha to come back soon, with a smile on her face and the same smile in her eyes, and Nezha saw a little fawning inside.

"Either way, let's go."

Nezha blinked, looked at Mrs. Yin, and then curled the corners of his mouth, "Mother, I just said that the lines at the tails of your eyes are a bit of an eyesore."

"..." Mrs. Yin.

I think my daughter dislikes me for being old, but I have no proof.

Because, my daughter is now removing the wrinkles at the end of my eyes.

Emmm...

This feeling is really exciting.

Not long after, Nezha looked at Mrs. Yin and showed a big smile, "Okay! It looks much better now!"

Immediately Nezha seemed to think of something, jumped off the Hot Wheels, kept one and disappeared.

Mrs. Yin was a little puzzled, and then Nezha said, "I will illuminate it for you. When you arrive, mother, you will come back by yourself."

Hearing this, Mrs. Yin looked at Nezha's Hot Wheels, and couldn't help feeling that my daughter's magic weapon was so useful.

Hot Wheels: ...that's not how I use it!

Kun Tianling: I use it as a swing all day long, did I say anything?

Qiankun Bow, Sky-shaking Arrow, Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Cover, Gold Brick, Yin-Yang Sword, Soul-Slaying Banner: If you get a cheap one, you’re still a good boy, please get out as soon as possible.

Hot Wheels/Huntian Ling: ...

Qiankun·bracelet·circle, deeply hide merit and fame.

Of course, the above scene is obviously not a concrete existence.

At most, it was a weak exchange of spiritual power.

Youdao means that the magic weapon has a spirit, which is extremely weak, not a birthing instrument spirit. In a sense, it is similar to flowers and plants actively facing the sun.

At this moment.

Compared with Mrs. Yin's current appearance, she is more open-minded.

As an old father, Li Jing was not in a good mood after several days. The specific reasons are as follows.

First of all, it proved that the eldest son and the second son did not have the feeling of leading others in front of their parents.But this concept has obviously gone to the other extreme.

Li Jing considers himself to be an enlightened father, so it's not surprising that he didn't meet a suitable one, but what does the picture of a Taoist companion disturbing my cultivation of immortality mean?

Later, a patch was made, and it was said that most immortal cultivators do not have Taoist companions.

Does this also mean that you don't plan to marry a wife and have children? ? ?

The second is Nezha, who can't control his left ear and right ear.

Of course, the biggest problem is that it is indeed useless to say anything, and it is too late to say anything now.

According to my wife, give me more space.

The days are still long.

Li Jing had only one feeling about this, and that was——

It's hopeless, why not, let's break the jar together 【No.

As Nezha grows older, it seems to be less and less a thing.

But why does it feel like—

There is a kind of cabbage that I have grown up with great difficulty, but it was poached away in advance.

And it's scheduled cabbage.

Of course, as Ao Bing's son-in-law, Li Jing actually feels quite satisfied now.

For example, can fight.

Just, very good.

And that temperament is not bad, Li Jing's evaluation of Ao Bing is still very high.

In the end, Li Jing summed it up.

Finally handed the pot to the old Dragon King.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to be able to see it.

When Mrs. Yin came back, Li Jing raised his eyes and looked at Mrs. Yin, then smiled and said, "Madam."

Mrs. Yin walked to the bed, and immediately sat upright, looking at Li Jing like this, and said, "Husband, have you noticed any difference in me today?"

Li Jing looked at Mrs. Yin, looked around, but did not find any difference, and then asked in confusion, "What's the difference?"

"..." Mrs. Yin.

"lady?"

"go to bed!"

Li Jing nodded.

The scene seemed unusually similar to before.

so……

Are they really worthy of father and daughter? !

Madam Yin thought.

......

Outside the big tent, the Hot Wheels as a "lantern" directly turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

On the other hand, when Nezha went back, the strand of dull hair that Mrs. Yin had forgotten to comb up stubbornly stood up from the hair as Nezha walked, and Nezha himself really didn't feel it.

Fortunately, it was dark night and no one saw it.

Seeing this, Ao Bing twitched the corners of his mouth and patted Nezha's head.

Immediately, Nezha raised his head and looked at Ao Bing. In Ao Bing's eyes, he looked carefully at his reflection, and then Nezha discovered that his stupid hair was suppressed by Ao Bing.

"..." Nezha.

Why is this thing standing up again!

so……

Mother, how on earth did you manage to develop such a thing as stupid hair on her head!

midnight.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear.

The high moon hung in the sky like this, so bright and clean that no star in the sky could compare with it at all.

Under the full moon, it just became a foil.

Ao Bing walked to Nezha's bed, and brushed away Nezha's loose hair that was blocking his eyes.

Nezha's hair is long or not, short or not.

Untie the red silk and put it beside Nezha's pillow.

By the way, I smoothed the strand of hair that stood up again with my fingers, as if this strand of hair became as smooth as all the other strands of hair, as if by magic.

The moonlight shines into it, not silver light, but through the big tent, the light is extremely tiny, but Ao Bing can see it clearly, even if there is no moonlight, it is even pitch black.Unknowingly, Ao Bing's slender fingers touched his forehead, bridge of nose, and cheeks from the edge of his hair, warm and warm.

From top to bottom, it even fell on the lips, soft and even a little dry.

Leaning down, taste it on Nezha's lips, as if afraid of waking Nezha up. You must know that the most important reason why Nezha hasn't felt it yet, and is sleeping deeply is that he is not defenseless. .

After a long time, Ao Bing raised his body in satisfaction, staring at the person in front of him with his blue eyes very intently, with his eyes closed, his jet-black hair hanging down on both sides, and a red mark between his eyebrows, as if it should exist naturally Like there.

It seems that if you look at it like this, you can see it for a long time.

It seems as if the world is old.

Outside the big tent, the grasshoppers in autumn screamed one after another. The sound was cut off by the big tent, but it was faint, as if there was a bit of rhythm.

The moon was still hanging high above, bright and bright, passing through the heavy tent, leaving a gleam of light just like that.

Sui, silent all night.

......

The prehistoric underground.

in the underworld.

The current Meng Po is also a part-time job.

These days I always feel a little strange, indescribably strange.

There is a faint feeling that cannot be said, which is strange to say.

Ever since the Lich fought to the death, Pingxin has been staying in the underworld and never planned to go out.

Ok……

The other side of the sea of ​​blood belongs to the peripheral forces of the underworld, and it is considered the underworld when rounded up.

There is nothing wrong with thinking about it this way.

Now there are six reincarnations in the underworld, and the king of Hades, judges, and ghost messengers in the ten palaces each perform their duties.

Ping Xin really didn't pay attention to the matter of Chi You going out to fight with the Yellow Emperor back then, and it is precisely because of this matter that the Wu clan are now being tightly controlled.

Save yourself going out and picking things up.

As for Xing Tian, ​​that was within her tacit consent, and it was completely out of scope.

Moreover, Xing Tian is also obedient and never causes trouble. As for going to the heavenly court... can this matter be considered a matter?

Obviously not.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the things in the prehistoric world, it really made Ping Xin a little bit more like watching a drama.

Compared to those guys in the west who plan and plot, she is very worry-free, has nothing to do with herself, and hangs up high.

It's best to fight if you don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

Although she and Sanqing had no enmity, Sanqing also watched the excitement back then, and this time it was Pingxin's turn, obviously she didn't want to just miss the opportunity to watch the excitement.

Today's secrets are indeed chaotic, but the chaos of the heavens does not mean that the underworld will stop working, so why should they continue to work, and the amount of work is still huge.

After all, when there is war in the world, the underworld is busy.

The reason is also very simple.

Much deader.

The manpower used is more, and it is also busy.

It is a good thing that the world is peaceful, and ghosts and messengers in the underworld can rest easy.

The monster race dies so often that the body dies and the dao disappears, and even a soul may not be left behind, and it is not easy to die, so the human race generally determines the working status of the underworld.

As the lord of the underworld, Pingxin naturally paid close attention to the Shang and Zhou fights.

In addition, there is one more thing, that is——

Because of the existence of the list of gods, it also hooks the souls of the human race, which is not necessary for soldiers, but for the generals of the two armies, this is Schrödinger's list of gods.

If the ghost messenger found out who was dead, if he ran there, he would most likely be in vain, but it would affect his efficiency somewhat.

But overall, it's a small thing.

The most important thing now is that she, Ping Xin, is not a saint, but she is like a saint. As a sub-sage, it must be a big deal for her to feel something in her heart.

But this big event can't be figured out, even if it is calculated, it is useless at all.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing that can make her feel can't be like this.

But this stuff obviously didn't follow the logic.

It is said that it is related to the blood, after all, among the twelve ancestor witches, all but her are dead.

It is said that it is related to the Wu clan, but this is not the case. I looked at it with peace of mind. Let alone the past two years, no one has come out to make trouble in the past 1000 years. As for any miscellaneous trivial matters, it is impossible for her to worry Feel something.

If it is related to the underworld, it is even more impossible. The way of heaven is above, and the underworld has always been under her sight. If there is a slight movement, it will be a big deal. If there is a big problem, if there is one, she will definitely be aware of it.

Pingxin ran directly to the sea of ​​blood.

In the sea of ​​blood, the Asura clan picked up Pingxin and didn't react at all, so they continued to do what they should do.

Talk less, act as if you don’t see it, as if you don’t exist.jpg

Empress Pingxin is a frequent visitor above the sea of ​​blood.

To be precise, he was the only guest.

The sea of ​​blood is still calm, and the Asura clan has followed Styx as an otaku since its birth to the end.

The interior almost overturned the sky, but still guarding this huge sea of ​​blood.

As for those who went out, there were really not many.

You know, Styx has hardly bleed into the sea for tens of thousands of years, and he is a gloomy otaku who follows the Wangchuan River to the underworld at most.As the underworld of the extended map, Styx has actually been there once.

Over the years, the place Styx went to most frequently was the Zixiao Palace where Hongjun preached the sermon many years ago.

No record has been broken so far.

The creatures created by the Asura clan as Styx, at least in this point, are very similar.

At this moment.

Styx opened his eyes, he was dressed in black and gold, the outer robe was also black and gold, and the belt was slightly gathered, not too loose.A head of jet-black long hair hangs loose, some strands fall on the shoulders, feeling the presence of Ping Xin, his brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is a bit of gloom in his eyes.

To put it simply, at this moment, Styx's mentality is——

accurate.

Very upset.

For Houtu, or Pingxin's arrival, Styx did not welcome her very much, and even had the urge to drive her out directly.

However, I can't get out.

Pingxin is stronger than him, and he can't beat him. This guy has nothing to do and came here to make an appointment.

But after all, it wasn't too long since Pingxin came here last time.

Why are you here again?

Emmm...

bother.

Ping Xin stepped into the hall, and saw Ming He's gloomy face.

Probably there should be no problem. As Pingxin's only friend for so many years, although it seems a bit one-sided, it is obviously not the point.

It would be a pity if she died, and no one would fight with her to practice hand-to-hand in the future. If Styx was disabled or something, she couldn't let go of her status and fight with the younger generation.

Immediately, Pingxin looked at Styx and asked, "Do you have anything to do now?"

"..." Styx.

He felt that Pingxin was cursing him for an accident, but he had no proof.

And even if there is evidence, there is no place for him to decide the case.

Thinking of this time, Styx became even more annoyed.

"For example, the state is not stable enough to go crazy or something." Ping Xin said.

Hearing this, Minghe's complexion turned ashen, and he said word by word through the gap between his teeth, "No, yes!"

He was a quasi-sage, and was asked by a sub-sage if he had gone mad? !

Sure enough, Pingxin was cursing him!

Hearing this, Ping Xin nodded, and immediately invited Styx to fight.

a long time.

He returned to the underworld peacefully and physically and mentally.

As for Styx...

Not to mention.

At this moment, everything that can be ruled out is ruled out.

Pingxin really couldn't figure out what else was related to her. She even went to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to see if there was any change, for example, whether the two bald heads in the west might plot against her.

Facts have proved that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is quite quiet.

Those two bald heads have Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here, so they probably wouldn’t use other people’s hands to reach into the underworld. Back then, when Zhunti saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here, he swore to the heavens that hell is not empty and that he would not become a Buddha. , the face is black.

Even if Zhunti guides those two guys to do something about the underworld, within her line of sight, there shouldn't be any trouble.

The human-witch hybrids on the ground were quite peaceful, nothing happened.

After thinking about it, there is really nothing unusual.

Ping Xin also had no other options, and finally decided to wait until the matter of the Conferred Gods List had passed, otherwise... there was nothing she could do.

the other side.

On Shouyang Mountain.

The source of all fruits.

The blood relative who was already dead and couldn't die anymore, that child, is playing with mud at this moment, having a great time.In his previous life, he was an ancestor witch, born of the condensed turbidity and Pangu's blood essence, and he still likes the earth even now.

As for the specific performance, it is obviously not limited to the above behaviors.

Xuandu has been the patriarch of the human clan for thousands of years, so he is not surprised by Tianpeng's current behavior.

Today, although there are many differences, in terms of temperament, they are actually similar to ordinary human children, at least in Xuandu's eyes. Lao Tzu obviously holds two views with Xuandu.

But at this moment, Lao Tzu is concocting alchemy in the hall, and the door of the hall is closed tightly, as if no strangers are allowed to enter.

It has been like this since Yuanshi Tianzun left.

Inside the main hall, there was a strong fire burning under the alchemy furnace, as if it would never go out.

It's just that I don't know whether I'm looking at the fire or something that's no longer in front of me.

I don't even know what to think.

His complexion was really not very good.

Xuandu didn't respond to this either.

He has nothing to do with Laozi's affairs, and it's not his turn to take care of them.

As the only apprentice of Lao Tzu, Xuan Du still placed himself in a very upright position.

The stone table of the same style had been placed in place of the stone table that had been slapped off by the canopy.

This kind of thing is still easy to get one.

The difference from the former was that it was obviously not a rare rock found anywhere.

After all, even if the former is a saint, he can't stand such a prodigal canopy.

Just touch it casually, and it will fall directly from the cliff.

Not intentionally, it's just that the canopy is very powerful.

It can only be said that it really deserves to be the reincarnation of Zu Wu back then.

But all of this, the canopy obviously didn't know.

Neither Lao Tzu nor Xuan will let him know.

The next moment, the canopy ran towards Xuandu.

Immediately, accidentally, the table ran down the cliff again, and just fell down like that.

Tianpeng straightened his body, stood where he was, looked at the falling cliff, pursed his lips, looked disappointed, and whispered, "Master..."

"Ah."

"The table fell."

"fine."

"The last time the master said that he would throw me away if he dropped the table again."

"Your master has no time to take care of you right now." Xuandu said.

Hearing this, in an instant, the canopy was revived with full blood, and all the previous things were left behind.

Then he jumped directly off the cliff.

Jump down to play.

#Ordinary Canopy Day#

ordinary:……

......

Xiqi.

Zhunti has now arrived here.

But it didn't show up.

Zhunti obviously hasn't had time to say the golden sentence of 'this person is destined for me'.

After all, it is obviously impossible for these people present to move directly.

not to mention……

He actually found the Lingzhu here. He knew that the Lingzhu came back from the dead, but he didn't expect to be in Xiqi now.

Ok……

Although itchy hands.

But Zhunti obviously didn't intend to do anything.

He is not Yuanshi Tianzun, and he has no urge to dig the foundation. Although itching is one thing, it is another thing to do it.

Right now, Zhunti has a hunch that if he stays here, he will definitely find someone.

Among them, most likely include the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Apprentices can also be seen as bait.

Moreover, this battle has only just begun.

Don't worry, take your time.

As a prepared, patient, capable saint.

Zhunti doesn't mind sitting on the sidelines at all.

This method is actually quite worry-free.

Zhun Gao sat on the lotus platform and thought.

If someone was passing by the sky at this moment, face to face, maybe they would see Zhunti's existence.

As for the ground?

It's impossible.

Zhunti is also a saint after all.

Although among all saints, it is the one with the most water.

Emmm...

It's really not his fault.

Tiandao loans are almost enough, and if you can't borrow more, you will definitely not borrow, and the time spent on cultivation these years is obviously not as good as other people.

The state before becoming a saint was not the strongest one, it could even be said... the weakest one among all the saints.

In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence——

Tiandao loan, this thing is to think about repaying, and Tiandao loan is not given for nothing.

There are endless causes and effects on the body, 48 ambitions, all of which must be completed.

Yes, it's very difficult.

Some things are really not for outsiders.

Zhunti thought about it seriously, while cleaning himself up in his heart.

Although after washing, it was still pitch black as if nothing had changed.

The number one "monster dealer" in the prehistoric era is Zhunti.

In addition, in fact, Zhunti still has the heart to bring home a few Asura tribes, but the Asura tribe was created by Styx, and Styx made friends with Houtu, so it is really difficult to start.

What if the Asura clan is stolen here, and my disciples are still living under the nose of Pingxin, and accidentally do something similar...

Then it's not worth the loss.

Immediately, Zhunti retracted his thoughts that were scattered all over the sky.

Focus on squatting.

Ready at all the time!

The author has something to say: Chapter 87 has a side story, that is a chapter that was accidentally saved yesterday and was accidentally lost yesterday orz