Night.

Si Lincai woke up slowly, he thought that Wuji was very sad now, and it would be a bit unkind if he just asked for his clothes and left. Holding his head, Si Lin forced himself to sit up, and the lights in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace had been lit, bright and gorgeous.

"He's awake." Xuanji trotted over, stretched out her hand and probed between Si Lin's foreheads, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's not hot." ”

As soon as Si Lin wanted to say thank you, Xuanji took a step back and gave the order to evict the guest: "The demon world has no good impression of the Protoss little by little now, although I know that it has nothing to do with you." However, you better hurry up, your emperor will be married in two days, won't you go back to Chong Chongxi? ”

Si Lin's face was pale, he was just a little dragon prince in the East China Sea, and he had almost died several times after tossing recently. Si Lin has more than enough strength in his heart, so he said in his heart, let's go back and take good care of the phoenix, how can he manage it if it becomes like this.

Xuanji saw that Si Lin was about to go to the ground, and hurriedly glanced at Tianshu. Tianshu understood, and came over to personally send Si Lin back.

Si Lin didn't shirk it, but he was embarrassed to ask Xuanji for Wuji's clothes. He smiled at Tianshu and walked out of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

The endless darkness spread, and on the other side of the Lethe River, in the Hall of the Dead, Ning Huai was personally boiling porridge for Shusha.

Meng Jingling sat at the head of the bridge, her fingertips brushing over the bluestone bridge deck, her face was full of anger, and she couldn't see the love clearly. Ever since she left the Demon Realm and returned to the Underworld, she had been like this.

There was nothing under his feet, and the ghosts floating off the ground walked past Meng Jingling one by one, and the bewitching red light of Manzhu Sahua was overwhelming and silent.

The underworld fell into a deathly silence.

Su Sha hadn't woken up from the chaos yet, her dreams were still changing with all kinds of different people, and Ning Huai couldn't unlock her seal.

"When you came and asked me about the souls of those two mortals, you promised me one condition. I didn't think about it then, but now I think about it, I want you to stay by my side all the time, never, never leave. All right? Ning Huai reached out and touched the broken hair in front of Shusha's forehead, his tone became more and more gentle, and he put the three nether weapons on the table in the distance, afraid that the evil weapon would be soaked in Shusha.

Su Sha still closed her eyes, Ning Huai held her hand, pressed her eyebrows, and a little smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "You are such a clean person, what did you think at the beginning?" Will he become a little beggar to rob his relatives? ”

In fact, what Ning Huai didn't know was that the little beggar who robbed his relatives at the beginning was formed by Wuji. He and Susha saw that the young prime minister was a god fetus at that time, just like spoofing his horoscope, and afterwards Wuji and Susha left, and the young prime minister was depressed and died of depression.

Later, they learned that it was Ning Huai, the king of the underworld.

Wuji pushed a qiē onto Shusha, who didn't poke him. But I didn't expect Ning Huai to have such a deep affection.

However, Ning Huai will probably never know about these things. It's already Chen sesame rotten grain, who would deliberately mention it.

Ning Huai stretched out his hand to pick up the porridge on the side, smiled and said, "If you can wake up, it would be nice to take a sip of the porridge I boiled." ”

Su Sha's quiet face was silent under the faint light of the Hall of the Dead, and the slightly cool temperature of her fingertips reminded Ning Huai, Ning Huai squinted and thought of Xuan Mo, and sneered: "No, you can't wake up now, after Ah Mo gets married and marries Canglin, I will find a way." ”

In order to prepare for this grand wedding, the divine realm was very busy, but Xuan Mo was like a person who had nothing to do all day long, drinking tea and reading books in the main hall, and with the huge pear tree in the courtyard of the main hall, he didn't even go to the library pavilion.

Time passed, and it was approaching the wedding date of him and Canglin, and the old man under the moon dragged his gray beard slowly to the door of the Changtian Palace.

Take a look inside, Xuan Mo was reading a book, Canglin had been very busy these days, and she had lost weight several times after tossing various etiquette points, but Xuan Mo drove all those people out, and no one dared to come to him, so Yue Lao came over.

"Old Moon." Xuan Mo saw him, stood up, and by the way put the scroll in his hand on the stone table beside him, Yue Lao smiled a little embarrassedly: "Emperor, are you still reading?" ”

He squinted his eyes and swept over, but he hadn't heard of a market novel that didn't enter the stream, so he didn't say anything more.

Xuan Mo attached his hands behind him and smiled faintly: "Yesterday, I went down to earth for a walk." ”

"What!" Boss Yue was taken aback, and took a few steps forward tremblingly, his eyes wide enough to eat Xuan Mo.

Xuan Mo stretched out his hand: "Aren't I back again?" ”

Yue Lao sighed, not knowing what to say about Xuan Mo.

Xuan Mo was not polite, he sat on the stone bench again, picked up the book and said: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain." Do you think this sentence is well written? ”

The breeze swept gently, Xuan Mo's eyebrows were calm, there were no waves in his dark eyes, he couldn't see the joy and sorrow clearly, Yue Lao's heart trembled, and he didn't know what was wrong with Xuan Mo. The medical god had been diagnosed before, and he forgot about the sand, could he have remembered it again?

The reason why Xuan Mo forgot to dream of sand was that the medical god was reluctant to talk about it. He himself strongly disagreed with Shusha as the queen of heaven, and as a result, Xuan Mo himself forgot about Shusha and integrated his intentions.

Yue Lao wiped his sweat and nodded, "Excellent." ”

"Really? I also think it's excellent. Xuan Mo touched the three words of Xingruyu, muttered in a low voice, his mind was sluggish for a moment, and when the old man saw this, he had to remind him: "Emperor, tomorrow is the day of your wedding, you haven't tried a wedding dress yet." ”

"My clothes are all made by the Weaver Girl Bureau, what will be the difference, you are too careful." Xuan Mo has an inexplicable rejection of this matter, saying that Canglin is the goddess Mu Ya who he has been in love with for ten thousand years, and Xuan Mo also remembers Mu Ya's appearance, but he has no feelings for Canglin at all.

In addition, who is the Shusha that Dark Incense and Si Qi are talking about?

Xuan Mo thought of Su Sha, and suddenly frowned, covering his chest, as if it was like a flame burning his heart, this time the reaction was even greater than the last time, he seemed to see the woman's face in a trance, but he couldn't see it clearly, wearing a bright red wedding dress, a white chin, and slightly curved red lips, vaguely with temptation/bewilderment.

"Susha." Xuan Mo subconsciously screamed, Meng Jingling's streamer suddenly crackled, almost like it was about to explode, she looked cold, she didn't expect Xuan Mo to really have such a ability to defy the sky.

Flicking her sleeves, Meng Jingling hurried to the Changsheng Palace, Ning Huai was talking to Su Sha, she floated over and said in a low voice: "He really remembered it on his own." We have to go to the divine realm as quickly as possible. ”

Ning Huai frowned: "Ah Mo really remembered Shusha?" ”

"I don't know how many percent, but my streamer is crackling in the lamp, indicating that he is the first person who can do it." Meng Jingling actually admired Xuan Mo a little in her heart, it was the first time she had seen such deep feelings in so long a time.

Those lingering lovers with infinite warmth, after drinking Meng Po soup, which one is not forgetting the past, even if they meet again, it is also fate that is not over, and then continue the previous edge. But like Xuan Mo, who can still remember his lover after drinking Meng Po soup, is really the only one in the past.

"Your Highness, just in case, we'll go now." Meng Yingling held the streamer and urged Ning Huai.

Ning Huai looked back at Susha and nodded slightly.