She gazed at the handsome appearance of the god Chara, and snuggled quietly into his arms. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the afternoon had passed, the god Shara got up and got dressed.

Great god, are you leaving? Honghong saw that he was leaving, and where was he still asleep.

Well, I still have a lot of things to do, if you want to follow me, you have to support me, now is not the time to be comfortable, you know?

However, people are reluctant to let you go!" said in a coquettish voice.

Okay, good, you go to sleep first, and I'll be back in the evening. The god Chara soothed, picked up the big knife that was placed on the table, and went out.

Now he is much more interesting than before, Honghong smiled happily, after working hard for so long, he finally got him, I believe that it won't be long before he will forget about Kwai Jia cleanly, because, there is only me, who can help him achieve great things.

She lay lazily on the bed, and the whole cave was filled with a familiar smell, which belonged to the great god Shara.

The agreed deadline has arrived, today's Jiuquan Palace is particularly lively, everyone is waiting for the ancestor to come out of the customs early in the morning, and the god of Shara is waiting in the central square with the Yaksha general and some little ghosts.

In the center of the square, the huge blood alum root on the blood pool was luxuriant, each leaf swaying slightly, and the surface of the leaf shimmered with streamers.

And in the center of those blood-red leaves, a few spiritual flowers quietly stretched out, and the bright red buds were like small torches, about to bloom.

The time of the spirit is just right, between his own exit, that is, when the spirit flower opens, when the time comes, absorb the power of the blood, supplemented by the power of the spirit flower, his cultivation will definitely increase significantly, looking at the entire fertile field, I am afraid that there will be no opponent.

The stone wall opposite the blood pool suddenly opened, and a white-haired old man slowly walked out, looking up at the scene in the palace, the shining night stone, illuminating the entire shrine brightly.

I'm back, I'm finally back here again!The Spirit Son stretched out his arms, bathed in this glittering glory, and looked at the bright red blood alum root in the distance, as well as every Yin Mountain disciple in the column.

Haotian has the sun

Take care of my Nine Springs Palace

Yin Mountain Spirit Lord

The same in all parts of the world

……

The god Chara led all the little ghosts to bow to the ancestor and shouted slogans.

When he heard them shouting in unison, the Spirit's body shook, laughed and hurriedly told them to get up.

Kiss~

Kiss~

Kiss~

At this moment, a crisp sound came from above the blood pool, and this sound was extremely pleasant.

The small torches bloomed and stretched out their five-colored petals, like burning red stars, swaying on the branches, exuding brilliant light.

Congratulations to the Ancestor, congratulations to the Ancestor! The god Cha Luo congratulated the spirit son and took the initiative to collect the spirit flower.

Sharo was cultivated by himself, and the Spirit Son regarded him as his own, and never had any doubts about him.

Okay, this matter will be left to you, after collecting the spirit flower, quickly refine it into an elixir, the sooner the better. Wraiko said to him.

Yes, Master!, the god Chala then left the group and went to the blood pool to pluck the spirit flower.

The crowd went to the altar with the spirits in their arms.

On the stone crystal throne, the Soul Spirit's sleeve robe flicked, and he slowly sat down, and everyone bowed to him again.

Today is the day of the customs, and the spirit son is naturally very happy, so many people have come to the square to greet him, but only the god of Aoi Armor is missing.

Before the retreat, the person who was most obsessed with the god of Aoi Armor was the god of Aoi Jia, and he fell in love with the god of Aoi Armor at first sight and never forgot it.

When the ancestor saw Honghong appear in front of him, he asked, what about Kwai Jia, why didn't she come to see me, she was so bold.

The Spirits roared at him angrily, and Honghong hurriedly stepped forward and said, Ancestor, it's not that the Kuijia God doesn't want to come to see you, but she can't come.

Oh, she can't come, why can't she come, is she dead? Or is her leg lame?

Although Lingzi knew that Kui Jia did not like herself, she was the ancestor of Yinshan, and everything in Yinshan was under her control.

Back to the ancestor, the god of Aoi Jia, she ......

Honghong was a little scared, she didn't dare to say it too directly, everyone knew what kind of intentions the ancestor had for Kwai Jia, but none of the beautiful women in the mountains could escape the clutches of the ancestor.

If it weren't for Kwai Jia's timely appearance, which took away the soul of the ancestor, making him lose interest in other women, it would be impossible for him and Xiao Lu to stay like jade all the time. Speaking of which, in this regard, I should also be grateful to Aoi Jia.

Go on, and I'll tell you to go on. The old ancestor raised his eyebrows and stared at Honghong.

After saying this, Honghong didn't dare to raise her head for a long time, she was afraid of meeting the eyes of the ancestor.

When the Spirits heard this, they were so shocked that he stood up from his throne, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

How could it be, a good woman, why did she die suddenly? Spirits didn't believe it, someone must have been jealous of his importance to Kwai Jia, so he poisoned her.

Coming on! The Wraith roared angrily, and slammed his fist on the stone table in front of him, and the stone table cracked, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing him like this, where did all the little ghosts dare to make a mistake, they knelt down one after another, shouting at the ancestor to calm his anger.

Go and call all the people in the palace to the central square!" commanded the Spirit.

Yes, Ancestor, the imp agreed, and did so.

The central square was suddenly filled with Yinshan disciples, and at a glance, the black pressure was full of human heads.

Next to the blood pool, the spirit son walked over menacingly, pointed at everyone and asked: "Who killed Kwai Jia, you guys brought me the truth!"

If his eyes can kill, I'm afraid that the group of people in the square will be killed by the ancestors, and at this time, his face is unusually ugly.

No one dared to speak, and everyone was silent.

Are they all dumb?" the Spirit Son shouted, telling him to hurry up.

But no one spoke, after all, there are few who know the real truth, and even if they do, they won't tell the truth, everyone is looking forward to the god Shara being able to replace the spirit son, no one is willing to betray Shara, not to mention, Shara is also in deep grief because of the death of Aoi Jia, he is also a poor person.

Don't say it? Don't say whether it's or not, okay, in that case, then you two by two, each palm the other's mouth, I didn't say stop, you are not allowed to stop!

The spirit son was extremely angry, thinking that if she got out of the customs this time, she would be able to marry Kwai Jia and make her Mrs. Ancestor, but now everything has turned into a dream, and it is no longer possible.

Master, please calm your anger and let the disciples tell you the truth, so that you don't have to embarrass everyone anymore.

Sha Luo knelt down, knelt down in front of the spirit son, and said with tears in his eyes: Master, it's all the disciple's fault, the disciple didn't take care of her for you, if you want to punish me, the disciple has no complaints.

You guys......

The spirit son was so angry that he couldn't speak, but now that the person is gone, what can he do?

After a long time, the spirit of the spirit subsided a little, and then he helped Sha Luo up and comforted, apprentice, I don't blame you for the teacher, I know that you must have done your best, and some things are not beyond our control.

Let's all go down, I want to rest for a while! (To be continued.) )