Chapter 247

Under the deception of the guide and Zhun Ti, the ten little golden crows gave up their "revenge plan" against Mount Meru and went to another place instead.

pinched the sweat, "Finally, it didn't hit my head." ”

Quasi-tired.

These little kids are just little evil stars!

As soon as they set out, the powerful divine thoughts of the desolation came out of nowhere.

Yang Mei on Mount Meru suddenly clenched his fists and looked into the distance hesitantly and uneasily. Both Zhun Yin and Zhun Ti were all covered by Hongjun, so the others couldn't sense their presence, and even Yang Mei could only see a group of small golden crows flying in the sky.

Ten little golden crows came out again.

The temperature of the Flood Desolate Continent is rising gradually, and there are signs of breaking the table again.

Yang Mei lamented, "Can't you still escape this catastrophe?" ”

After finishing speaking, he cautiously looked around and made sure that Hongjun and Rahu were in the Sumeru Palace, and they didn't come out to overhear what he was saying.

Just as he was about to put his mind at ease, Yang Mei saw an extra person on the empty chair out of the corner of his eye.

Rahu leaned back in his chair and looked at him with interest.

"What? Surprised? ”

“……”

"My spiritual sense is not so bad, what you said outside, or what you ran to my room to peep at before, Hongjun and I are clear."

“…… Adults spare their lives. ”

Yang Mei begged for mercy with a smile and laughter, not wanting to be turned over the old accounts.

Luo Hu didn't let go of his weakness, and sarcastically mocked him, "I didn't expect you to be so sullen, you have nothing to do to watch me and Hongjun's bed, and you have the ability to find someone to roll the sheets yourself." ”

Yang Mei's face was embarrassed, "I don't have that idea." ”

Rahu let out an "oh" and looked meaningfully at his lower body.

Yang Mei □□ cold.

He clamped his legs and quickly pushed the topic away, "The little golden crow is out again, this time it won't set fire to Mount Meru again, right?" ”

"Dare they come and try it?" Rahu's eyes were full of anger.

In order to repair the leyline aura of Mount Meru, he spent some of the materials he left for future generations. He knew better than anyone that it was easy to collect resources now, and when the Flood Desolate Continent was shattered and the spiritual energy collapsed, some spiritual roots and spiritual treasures would not be born so well.

Yang Mei wanted to know more about the inside story and asked hesitantly.

"The demon clan will find out that something is wrong, right?"

"Definitely."

Luo Hu confirmed his suspicions and raised his eyebrows, "If I suddenly don't pay attention to my son for a few days, my son will die outside, and the first thing I will do is to catch Hongjun and beat him until he dies." ”

He didn't do it, he did it.

Yang Mei smiled bitterly at his ferocity, "Will Di Jun suspect Hongjun's head?" ”

Rahu hooked his lips, "Let's see if he has the courage to doubt." ”

To doubt Hongjun is to doubt the Dao of Heaven, Di Jun's current cultivation is far from enough to touch the truth of the Flood Desolation, so it is naturally difficult to believe that the Dao of Heaven will deliberately come to deal with him.

Didn't everyone who died at the hands of Heavenly Dao find out at the last moment?

Dijun will not be an exception.

I had already found that Yang Mei was uncertain, and Shen Nian was observing the little golden crow's every move in the distance, and Luo Hu's increasingly treacherous eyes revealed demonic nature, as if unintentionally said: "In fact, saving the little golden crow can also be done, after all, the little golden crow is just a victim." ”

Yang Mei looked at him suddenly, suppressing his surprise, "How to save it?" ”

Rahu stared at each other playfully.

Yang Mei supported his forehead, and decisively pleaded with the other party to speak compassionately, Rahu's temper is like that, if you don't toss people, you won't be happy.

It wasn't until Rahu had whetted his appetite that he said a way to solve the little golden crow.

"You take the place of the little golden crow yourself."

"What the hell is this...... Yang Mei couldn't bear to complain, "Let me die by myself?" Sorry, the little golden crow doesn't have that much face yet. ”

Rahu despised his intelligence and "faked his death." ”

Yang Mei was stunned.

Fake your own death and trigger the Lich War instead of the Little Golden Crow?

"How could it be because of my death...... I'm not his son......" Yang Mei's voice became lower and lower, and his tone became extremely uncertain.

Luo Hu said softly: "There is an eighty percent possibility." ”

The epilogue is hooking.

Hearing the word "yo", Yang's scalp was numb, and he secretly said that he had bad intentions.

"The choice is yours."

Luo Hu changed his sitting position, more soft as boneless, his arm rested on the back of the chair, and his index finger knocked on the chair again and again, and the sound he made struck Yang Mei's heart.

Yang Mei asked unnaturally: "In addition to fake death, what is the price?" ”

Rahu smiled brightly, "No." ”

When Yang Mei was surprised, he confided the answer word by word.

"It's just going to make him love you more, or hate you more."

“……”

Yang Mei's pupils constricted, and he replaced the little golden crow to cause hatred between the lichs, even if the little golden crow survived, Di Jun would not know about it, and it was impossible for him to tell the other party hypocritically how he saved the little golden crow.

If he "dies", Dijun will feel more and more guilty.

He is "dead" but is found alive, and Dijun will only hate him.

"You see, it's nothing." Luo Hu said casually, "You don't need to go against the sky, and you don't need to give up anything, as long as you fake your death once, and die at the hands of the ancestor of the Wu clan." ”

Yang Mei couldn't help but say, "Have you been too bored lately?" ”

Luo Hu was surprised: "Why do you say this? ”

Yang Mei looked at him wistfully, "Otherwise, why put the fun on me, it depends on how I choose." ”

Luo Hu laughed happily and lay on the chair, and forced the good-tempered Yang Mei away. After a while, Lian Sheng came out and said honest words: "Father, you made Uncle Yang Mei angry again. ”

Rahu's laughter stopped, "Liansheng, you actually sympathize with him?" ”

Lian Sheng said entangledly: "Uncle Yang Mei looks very painful. ”

"Well deserved!" Luo Hu said categorically, "It's not his species, he cares so much about what he does, he doesn't even know that he is in love." ”

Liansheng: "......"

"If it were his seed, I would have saved it." Rahu softened some words, "But what can a willow tree and a three-legged golden crow grow?" Burning sticks? ”

After speaking, Luo Hu laughed again.

Liansheng couldn't help but laugh.

Even if the race is not suitable, my father can't arrange Yang Mei and Di Jun like this, right?

Knowing that Luo Hu's words were not particularly reliable, Yang Mei left Luo Hu's sight in a hurry, and then sneaked into the Sumeru Palace to find Hongjun. From Hongjun's mouth, Yang Mei knew another kind of price that Luo Hu did not say.

Once he fakes his death, he will hardly be able to show up during the Lich Apocalypse, which is equivalent to giving up most of his low-hanging fruit! Not yet sanctified!

When he becomes holy, heaven and earth have a feeling, and Emperor Jun will know that he is still alive!

Yang Mei walked out of Sumeru Palace with a heavy heart.

Outside the palace, Rahu was still in that position, and his beautiful jet-black pupils were refracted by the sun, as if they were dark and blood-colored, which made people shudder.

Yang Mei's footsteps paused, "I won't care about this matter anymore." ”

Rahu responded, "Really? ”

Yang Mei walked to the willow tree of his body, the green robe was verdant, and the young man's figure gradually lengthened, changing from a young man to a young man in an instant.

"I do what I say, and I hope you remember your promise."

"Huh?"

Luo Hu didn't react for a while, what promise?

After a while, he remembered what he had said before, and his expression was a little subtle. He seems to have promised that if Xiao Jinwu can survive, he will treat the other party like Nuwa to Lu Press.

"If they survive......"

Rahu played with his red sleeves, his voice blurred between his lips and teeth.

A white-haired child with a small five-year-old appearance ran out of the door of Sumeru Palace and threw himself into Rahu's arms, his eyes were happy, and he was so clean that there was no trace of gloom.

"Father, Dad said I have a talent for alchemy!"

“…… Do you have this talent? ”

"Dad said I was standing next to him, and his stove didn't explode, that's talent!"

“……”

Luo Hu hid his face, this kind of deceiving children, Hongjun also said it.

Luo Hu, who was still squinting at Yang Mei just now and making a choice, softened his indifferent breath, and his soft fingers that could break life and death were placed on the child's body, and his red sleeves covered the child's body, preventing him from being invaded by the cold wind on the top of Mount Meru.

"Study hard, you can earn a lot of magic weapons in alchemy in the future."

"Really?"

"Alchemy, refining tools are all first-class profits."

"I'm going to do my best."

Hong Ergou gritted his teeth, his family was very poor, and he was set on fire by those little golden crows a few days ago, and he was even poorer.

Dad even said that there is not enough spiritual grass that can be used for alchemy on the mountain......

Rahu touched his little head with relief.

This kind of stubborn character will only harm others in the future.

"By the way, you have to pay attention to the white lotus seed aura given to you, so that it fits with your primordial spirit, and you will be able to have a lotus platform like a black lotus in the future."

"White Lotus?"

"Hmm."

"Wow, that must be beautiful!"

Hong Ergou immediately forgot his troubles and hung around Rahu's neck, wanting to dig out other ways to cultivate white lotus seeds from Rahu's side.

Mount Meru has disappeared under the barrier of the Zhuxian Sword Array, and the world outside the mountain has fallen into a hellish world like fire. The scorching sun, the heat, the dry and cracked mountains and rivers on the ground, everything was the same as last time.

Under the guidance of the two black-hearted bald heads, the place where the ten little golden crows flew to was all the territory of the Wu Clan, and these Wu Clans living on the ground were in pain.

Damn, it's too sunny!

The demon clan actually used this method to deal with them, which is extremely hateful!

Among the witch clan, the ancestral witch was watching the development of the situation, watching coldly, and did not take action, but wanted to see what the son of the demon emperor meant by setting fire like this.

This kind of behavior can't hurt their roots at all!

In the absence of the ancestral witch, the great witches guarding the various places angrily pursued out, but no matter how long their legs were, it was difficult to catch up with the three-legged golden crow flying in the sky. When the ancestral witches were enjoying the cool at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, a piece of news quickly spread to the base camp.

"What?"

Zhu Rong's big voice was the first to soar.

Then the ancestors were in an uproar and heard the news of the death of the great witch's father.

The co-workers squeezed over to look at the information, and the second raised his voice, "It was killed by Xiao Jinwu!" ”

Hearing what the two brothers said, Houtu's generous temper could not hide his anger, "Aren't they always in the sky?" Could it be a conspiracy of the demon clan? ”

Luring the snake out of the hole?

Let the little golden crow be on the bright side, and other demon clans are secretly killing the big witch?

Houtu couldn't help but start all kinds of conspiracy theories.

After Zhu Rong and Gonggong each shouted, looking at what was written on the intelligence, the two ancestors fell into a stupor together.

Di Jiang walked behind and looked down at the content of the intelligence.

He gasped—

"The great witch is chasing the sun, and then he is very thirsty...... Exhausted. ”

The base camp of the Wu clan under Buzhou Mountain fell silent.

The expressions of each Ancestor were extremely strange.

The little golden crow didn't do anything, and you ran alive and tired?

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