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Looking at the knife with the power of thunder, Long Yu couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so cool!"

Ning Si's face darkened, and he couldn't stop wondering whether he should throw this guy down.

With a sound of "Boom--", Yue Yan slashed down with his saber, and the clouds and smoke rolled up, and the ground cracked like a spider web, and there was still a fragmented golden light.

Ning Si was startled, and couldn't believe it, "He is...impossible...God..."

Long Yu listened with a dazed expression, didn't understand at all, and pulled his hair again, "Hey, Sisi, can we say don't keep talking in half, it's very itchy!"

Ning Sihan looked down diagonally with a sullen face, and ignored him, while Long Yu lay on his back and was sullen all by himself.

Yue Yan slashed and slashed at Luo Hua, causing quite a commotion. The patrolling heavenly soldiers and generals were startled a lot, and when they arrived, they all just stood aside, hesitating.

But there is something very strange.

"My male god has beheaded him so many times, why is he not injured at all?" Long Yu asked.

Ning Si still stared intently at Yue Yan, but he finally answered his words, "This is Yue Yan's self-created World Tribulation Saber Technique. Nine knives remove immortal bones, six knives destroy spiritual roots, and three knives break through heaven and earth. In the end, he knocked people out of the mortal world with a single knife, and fell back into the world from a fairy, becoming a mortal with a lifespan of only a hundred years! Didn’t you see that old man Qu Changfeng was so sad that he couldn’t stand still?”

Not only Qu Changfeng, but also those heavenly soldiers and generals who came here did not dare to approach. After all, Yue Yan's World Tribulation Saber Technique is not just for fun. It will be fine.

Long Yu understood, the fine golden light just now should be the enchantment barrier under the soil of the heavenly court.

The male god's swordsmanship is powerful enough, the surface of the heavenly land is tens of meters away from the barrier!

Ning Si turned around and flew in the direction of Qing Yu Palace with his back on his back, Long Yu said puzzled, "Sisi, why are you leaving, the show hasn't finished yet!"

"Watching a play?" Ning Si snorted lightly, "When he breaks the barrier, he might be dragged down to the mortal world. was thrown down."

"What's the matter, we can fly anyway!" Long Yu said indifferently.

Ning Sidao, "You have a pretty good idea! The gods who descended from the Wangshen Tower will retain their original mana, but those who forcibly break through the barrier...their mana will be absorbed by the barrier and restore themselves. The magic power has been absorbed from the wound of the enchantment, so what do you use to fly? Wings? There are not many Phoenix Clan immortals here."

Long Yu tilted his head and said, "Wouldn't that kill a lot of people?"

Ning Si shook his head, "No, they are all immortal bodies, how could they fall to their death, most of them sprained their feet, it's just that mana is a bit difficult to get, at least they have to practice hard in the world for seven or eight years before they can fly up again, otherwise We can only wait for the heavenly soldiers and generals sent by the emperor to find people to find me."

Long Yu glanced back, but he could no longer see the figure of his male god. He lay down on Ning Si's back dejectedly, and asked with a pout, "Why are you so familiar with my male god? You know more than I do. Do you have a crush on my male god and dare not speak!"

Ning Si was stunned, and then said, "It's because you know too little and are too one-sided... As for the secret love... You think too much, but it's just that among the gods who were swept away by his world-tribulation sword technique back then, was my father. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals did not find him who fell in the deep mountains and old forests, and he stayed in the mountains and practiced for seven years before flying up."

Long Yu said silently in his heart: What a tragedy.

Soon, the two of them landed in Qing Yu Palace, and a handsome maid came over with a tray, and bowed to them, "See His Royal Highness Little Prince, Lord Ning Si."

Then he continued, "Your Highness, the clothes you ordered your servants to wash the day before yesterday have been cleaned, but they don't seem to match your figure, do you want to take them to Siyi Pavilion and ask someone to change them?"

"No, no, no!" Long Yu waved his hand, took the suit directly from the tray, and hugged it in his arms, "I'll just hold it, you can take it off."

After the maid left, Long Yu walked into his bedroom with the clothes in his arms, and put the clothes in a wardrobe.

Ning Si glanced at it, and said meaningfully, "This is not your clothes, is it?"

"What's wrong?" Long Yu turned to ask him.

Ning Si shook open the folding fan, although it wasn't very hot, he still fanned it pretendingly, "This is not the fabric of the heavens, but the silk of the mortal world, when did you go down to earth!"

Long Yu faltered and couldn't speak, there was no way he could have fooled Ning Si, he and he, except for sleeping, generally seldom separated, there was no way he didn't know about it when he went down to earth.

Ning Si knew there was a ghost when he looked at him like this, and looked at the clothes carefully, the more he looked at them, the more familiar they became, when suddenly a scene flashed in front of his eyes, and he asked, "That's what you were wearing when I carried you back that day. A piece of paper, right? Did you go to find Yue Yan that day?"

Long Yu nodded sincerely, seeing Ning Si's expression of wanting to tear the clothes to shreds, he quickly closed the closet.

Looking at him very vigilantly, he did not forget to persuade, "Baby Sisi! Calm down! Calm down!"

Ning Si's forehead twitched slightly, and he looked like he was trying his best to endure his anger. After taking a deep breath for a while, he said, "Long Yu, just listen to my advice and stay away from that Yue Yan. He is really not a good guy. No proof, I don't have any evidence, but my father is Ming Xingjun, and I, the Ning clan, have been spying on Ming Dao for hundreds of thousands of years, and I can say with certainty that there are very few mistakes!"

Hearing what he said, Long Yu calmed down and asked, "Didn't you tell my father?"

Ning Si sighed, and said wearily, "I said it, but the emperor suppressed this matter."

Long Yu asked puzzled, "Why?"

Ning Si howled as if giving up on himself, "Because I predicted it——!"

Long Yu quickly hugged Ning Si who was much taller than him, and patted his back comfortingly.

Ning Si's status is extremely noble, the only son of Si Ming Xingjun, the young master of the Ning clan's fairy clan, should have been honored and favored, but unfortunately his mother is not very good, she is a red apricot flower demon, which is the "one branch" in the poem. Hong Xing came out of the wall" Hong Xing.

And this red apricot flower demon has always had the ability to disturb fate, one spying on fate, the other disturbing fate, the combination of the two, the ghost knows what their son predicted.

What's more, when the red apricot flower demon was about to cultivate into a fairy, it actually fell into a demon!

Abandoning Si Ming Xingjun and running to the devil world, this is the most embarrassing thing.

Fortunately, Ning Si was born before she fell into the devil, otherwise Ning Si, who was born out of the combination of gods and demons, would not know what to face.

But it's not without influence. At least, no one would believe what Ning Si predicted. Even though several predictions had already come true, they were all overshadowed by the words "coincidentally" and "accidentally".

Therefore, when they were nervous, Ning Si was no different from a trash, an embarrassing trash with a high status.

The author has something to say: this is an accident... wait for me to make up