Yang Jian glanced at him coldly: "Can't you leave yet?" ”

Sanshou Jiao shut up with interest, turned around and went to Zifuzhou, he was temporarily tied to a boat with them, in the end, it was still two groups of people, there was no friendship at all, he really asked too much.

Sun Xiaomo didn't have so many scruples, she worked hard to stretch her body, and touched Yang Jian flatteringly, fortunately Yang Jian didn't ignore her as before, turned her head and glanced at her coldly, obviously still unhappy about what she said before, Sun Xiaomo knew that she was at a loss, and she apologized sincerely:

"I shouldn't be teasing you, Jianjian, don't be angry."

Three Jiao: "......"

Mrs. Yunhua: "......"

The dog shrunk his neck, trying to reduce the feeling of being in the middle.

Now all the "people" know that Yang Jian was molested by a stick.

Sanshou Jiao and Roaring Heavenly Dog didn't dare to make a sound in the cold air emitted by Yang Jian, pretending not to hear anything, but Mrs. Yunhua smiled slightly, and a soft voice came out from a place that everyone couldn't see: "Erlang, why did she tease you?" ”

Yang Jian: "......"

Everyone in the world is the same, and when they encounter something about their son, their curiosity is guaranteed, not to mention Mrs. Yunhua, who has been separated from her son for seven years? There is no strangeness between mother and son who have been reunited for a long time, no matter how terrible Yang Jian's expression is, Mrs. Yunhua can't see it, even if she sees it, she will only feel fresh, Erlang when she was a child is lively and cute, innocent, soft and cute little buns, whoever sees it wants to pinch it, rub it, her temper is good, and she won't be angry at all.

The current Yang Jian is still as cute in the eyes of Mrs. Yunhua as when she was a child, but the relationship and observation along the way also made Mrs. Yunhua realize that her son has really grown up, has extraordinary strength and self-confidence, is arrogant, but never frivolous, one look is enough to deter the opponent (three Jiao), excellent Mrs. Yunhua is happy and regretful, the middle seven years, in the end, it is missed, and the future waiting for their mother and son is afraid to be more prolonged separation.

Mrs. Yunhua's hand was placed on the position of the heart, she stayed in the palm of the three Jiao, and she couldn't see Yang Jian on the back of the three Jiao, but she could imagine the expression on the young man's face softening for a moment, with helplessness and compromise, and a little embarrassment, just like the little child under Cheng Huan's knees in the past, the tone was unconsciously intimate and coquettish, slightly lengthened the voice, and called softly:

"Mother."

Her heart was a soft mess, and she couldn't help but smile, but her eyes were full of tears.

"Don't listen to it......"

"So you're not angry because I think you have a good voice~ Breathing seductively can make your ears pregnant?" Sun Xiaomo asked innocently.

The three Jiao, who were flying smoothly, suddenly shook all over their bodies.

Yang Jian: "......"

Three Jiao: "......"

Mrs. Yunhua: "...... Pregnant? ”

What is your focus?

Yang Jian put down the stiff Howling Sky Dog, got down from the back of the three Jiao, stretched out his hand to hold Sun Xiaomo, who wanted to slip away when he saw that the situation was not good, and said with a slight smile: "Mother, you go first, I will go to the East China Sea to return the Dinghai Divine Needle." ”

Sun Xiaomo: "No-"

The word "want" automatically disappeared in Yang Jian's cold glance, Sun Xiaomo straightened his body, didn't say a word, and obediently stayed in Yang Jian's hands, pretending that he was just an ordinary stick.

Mrs. Yunhua said softly, "Come back early." ”

Sun Xiaomo: "......" qaq

Yang Jian said "um", Sanshou Jiao had no choice at all, looked at Sun Xiaomo with sympathy, and left with Mrs. Yunhua and the reluctant Howling Sky Dog.

Sun Xiaomo's voice trembled, and she choked up and said, "Jian, do you really want to send me back to that terrible place that is cold and black and has no life?" I don't talk cheap anymore, don't let me leave you, in fact, I'm so afraid of the dark. ”

Yang Jian gently stroked her, with a casual look, and her thoughts didn't know where to go: "Are you afraid of pain?" ”

His voice was very soft, light to give people the illusion of gentleness, Sun Xiaomo always felt that Yang Jian's demeanor was familiar, on the surface it was plain and bland, but the coldness was revealed from the bones. She always boasts of being an aunt, and likes to joke that the tender and tender beautiful boy Yang Jian is a junior high school student and a high school student, but after getting along for so long, what kind of temperament is Yang Jian Sun Xiaomo knows very well, what is age? If he was serious, Sun Xiaomo would also feel awe in his heart like the Howling Sky Dog, and that feeling was like facing the cool boss of their company, and he didn't dare to resist and disrespect in the slightest.

"Don't be afraid!" As a cool Ruyi golden hoop stick, how could she have such a cowardly characteristic of "afraid of pain".

Yang Jian only said one word: "Okay." ”

Then he held Sun Xiaomo tightly, so that she was perpendicular to the sea level, Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, naturally able to feel the user's mind, Sun Xiaomo sensed Yang Jian's inner thoughts, the second half became longer and extended, reaching the bottom of the sea, Yang Jian let go of his hand, and watched the thin Golden Hoop Rod change into a diameter large enough for one person to stand, and the body suspended in the air made a forward step, standing smoothly at the top of the Golden Hoop Stick, he glanced at the sky and said softly: "Golden Hoop Stick, let me see what kind of way you can go." ”

"My name is Sun Xiaomo!"

Yang Jian smiled and lowered his head to look at her: "This is also the name that the saint gave you?" ”

Sun Xiaomo replied seriously: "My parents took it." ”

Without waiting for Yang Jian to think about it, the golden hoop rod under his feet slowly increased, the speed became faster and faster, and the diameter became larger and larger. Sun Xiaomo couldn't imagine it at all, but she kept stretching upward, and she was really able to reach the Heavenly Palace.

Sun Xiaomo sensed Yang Jian's intentions, returned to normal size, and held it in Yang Jian's hand.

At this time, there are almost no immortals in the heavenly court, and there are no heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals guarding outside the South Heaven Gate, the blue is heavy, bright and swaying, there are big pillars wrapped around the golden scales and dazzling sun red beard dragon, there is a long bridge hovering with colorful feathers volleying red-crowned phoenixes, golden light and thousands of ways, thousands of rui qi, majestic atmosphere, this is also a part of the heavenly court, a South Heavenly Gate only.

Yang Jian also came to Heavenly Court for the first time, but he didn't even look at it at all, his feet fell outside the Nantian Gate, and one of the movements he made was to raise the golden hoop stick and smash it down fiercely according to the Nantian Gate!

Sun Xiaomo was shocked, she actually smashed Nantianmen? That's right, it's "her"! Well, it's "the two of them", it's obviously a very strict thing, but looking at the dilapidated Nantianmen, Sun Xiaomo actually felt a sense of excitement and excitement.

――Why do you feel cool? She must be violent in any way, right?

Yang Jian smashed the Nantian Gate, it is impossible for the immortals in the sky not to feel such a big movement, but the strange thing is that from beginning to end, no one showed up to stop or ask the guilt, Yang Jian clenched the golden hoop stick, and looked towards the depths of the heavenly court, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were full of anger, Sun Xiaomo had never seen such a fierce and obvious anger in him, she heard him full of hatred, and gritted her teeth and said:

"He knows!"

"Haotian!"

Yang Jian raised his footsteps into the Heavenly Palace, and he was full of the sky-high aura of killing gods.

"Yang Jian." A clear, gentle man's voice said slowly, "Where are you going?" ”

Yang Jian's footsteps paused, raised his head, and looked towards the place where the sound came from with frost on his face, the condensed clouds slowly dispersed, and a man with hair as colored as snow descended in mid-air, he was barefoot, dressed in a white robe, and his aura was peaceful and quiet, and there was a comfortable temperament that people couldn't help but want to get close.

The fierce murderous aura was dissolved invisibly, Yang Jian's expression was still cold, but his eyes were a little more clear, he looked at the man, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Laojun, do you want to stop the disciple?" ”

Lao Jun smiled tolerantly, and was about to speak, when a cold and pleasant voice like a jade falling on a jade plate said: "Disciple, leave it to me here, you go to the Jade Emperor." ”

Sun Xiaomo hurriedly crossed Yang Jian's shoulder and glanced back, wasn't the young Taoist who was holding the Immortal Sword in his hand, with a cold expression, walking slowly was not the real person of Yuding? Why is Master here? Sun Xiaomo greeted shyly: "Lion Tiger~"

Yang Jian: "......"

Yuding Zhenren stared at Sun Xiaomo for a moment, calmly looked away, and said to the man who was looking at Sun Xiaomo in surprise: "Laojun, please." ”

Lao Jun: "...... I'm not trying to fight you. ”

A voice said sarcastically, "Then you want to fight me?" ”