Lancang God left a letter on the battlefield in the East China Sea, and Ling Xuanluo has been carrying it until now before he has the opportunity to take it out and read it with Jiang Nanjun. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This strange Lancang God, it seems that he is addicted to teasing Ling Xuanluo, and he doesn't talk about business, so he scolded him at the beginning, and complained to Jiang Nanjun.

After listening, Ling Xuanluo leaned his head closer, put the words on the letter, plus the emphasis in parentheses, looked at it with a full face, and was so angry that he almost rushed to the outside of the barracks, and went to Yunnan to pull out the Qilin God from the bottom of the river and beat him violently.

He made another impulsive mistake, Jiang Nanjun was afraid that he would think of it, so he hurriedly held him down and said: "Xuanluo don't be impatient, everything must have a reason, and after we read the letter, we will connect the causes and consequences, and then it is not too late to draw conclusions!"

These few words were practical enough, not only suppressed Ling Xuanluo's impatience, but also made him suddenly remember Xi Mutong's evaluation of Lancang God. At that time, I already regretted that I shouldn't have looked at the surface when judging the essence of the matter, how could I just look at a few words at this time, and I was hot-headed, and I forgot the teachings of my master and aunt?

His face turned red, smiled apologetically at Jiang Nanjun, no longer complained, just sat back on the wooden chair and listened to him read down.

"On the side of the Lancang River, someone has ears and eyes, and it is inconvenient to talk, so I can't say anything about Xingzhuxian, and it has been delayed until now, I hope Jiang Nanjun will forgive me. ”

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanjun glanced up at him, his eyes contained reproach, he blamed himself even more, touched his head and smiled.

Jiang Nanjun continued: "On that day, Zhuxing came to the river, blew the song of leaves, disturbed my good dream, made me jump out of the river, and begged me to give him a painless death. I think this ant is still stealing life, a good person, what's wrong with living? I want to seek death and life, and it still comes from Jiluo Mountain. Xi Mutong's girl is not easy to mess with, if I misunderstand me at that time, won't this Xingzhu Immortal want to trap me in injustice? I thought about it, how can I have the best of both worlds, so I thought of the brother who fell here with me from the Demon Domain Country, the crown prince Zhao Huannian. By the way, you probably don't know anything about the Demon Domain, so let me explain. That country, far beyond your Six Realms, belongs to another dimension, and from the vast universe, it is nothing more than a suspended boulder, passing through the time tunnel, moving forward little by little. Don't be surprised when you hear this, in fact, if you look at this place from our point of view, it is still a suspended black stone, and we must drill into it to find that there is a magnificent world inside. If you could come to our world 10,000 years ago, you would find that it is full of beautiful mountains and rivers, and the scenery is pleasant. The people also live and work in peace and contentment, and live a worry-free life. Until thousands of years ago, a group of extremely terrifying meteorites with meteor tails roared into the Demon Domain Country and exploded everywhere.

"It was a terrible disaster. Half of the inhabitants of the Demon Realm were killed by a meteorite, but this was just the beginning. After the meteorite exploded, countless tiny insects flew out of it, like mosquitoes and flies, buzzing and stinging when they saw people. Everyone hadn't gotten out of the fear of the meteorite disaster yet, so at first, not many people cared about the bugs. But before a day later, the insects flooded into an insect plague, spreading to all the city-states of the Demon Domain, entering every street and alley, and even reaching the residences of the common people. ”

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanjun took a breath, and his eyes were indescribably complicated.

Ling Xuanluo knew that he was both weak and uncomfortable, and suggested softly: "Brother, if you don't mind, let me read it." ”