The wind blowing in the stream has always been gentle and soft, like a wisp of tulle lazily shaking the old arms and legs, and there is no anger at all.

"Your demonic nature has not been removed, and you are not allowed to use magic in the wind and stream......"

"So as not to filthy spiritual ground?" Jiu Mingmei answered lazily and yawned, "You've been talking about it eight hundred times, haven't you lived a long time and suffered from some Alzheimer's disease?" ”

It has been more than half a month since Manju was killed by Xi Jian on the night that Manju was killed, and she didn't know what kind of chaotic virtue the heavenly realm was, and she didn't bother to know. She only knew that this sweeping little boy was not easy to do, she had to do all the work alone, and she had to deal with a picky god like Dongjun.

Taking advantage of Dongjun's future to find fault with the exit, Jiu Mingmei picked up the wooden barrel and went to Qianqi Lake to get two buckets of water. If you don't use a spell, you don't need it, and her strength is not a spell, carrying a bucket in one hand, it takes a little effort, she is dignified, and she can endure it!

Jiu Mingmei walked briskly into the deep forest, climbed the mountain for a while, climbed a few large rocks, bypassed a few fairy trees, and crossed a large area of flowers and plants. The mountain goblins hid at home early and didn't dare to come out when they heard the movement, and it was very clean along the way. The winding route was really confusing, but fortunately, she was smart enough to quickly find her own destination - a pothole.

The black potholes are hidden deep in the dense forest of the mountain, and they are very hidden. Look, this pit is the size of two square tables, and it is quite spacious, but there are only two spiritual plants planted in the large realm, which is really a waste.

On the right side is planted a long wattle, two fingers wide, which grows happily.

The left side is not very pleasant, a thin stalk of grass, as if it is about to be broken with a flick of a finger. The scattered three or four leaves are also small, but they are the size of fingernails, as if they are about to fall when the wind blows.

Jiu Mingmei squatted down, picked up a handful of thousand-foot pool water, and gently sprinkled it into the pit: "Xiao Manjuer, Xiao Mujing, have a little food!" ”

As she was splashing, she shrugged the tip of her nose and smelled a familiar smell.

She glanced at the bushes on her right and smiled: "Since you don't worry about your wife, take her away, what are you doing hiding?" Zhen'er is not a big man's style. ”

The figure in the bushes paused, and then hesitantly stepped forward. Drink, where is this still the personable and immortal prince Mo Qi? Distinguish an old beggar in the world. The Xianzun robe on his body is still good-looking, but it's a pity that it's wrinkled, and it's smeared with a lot of sludge, and it's stained with the juice of a lot of plants...... His face couldn't be seen, as if he had aged 80,000 years.

Oh, how long has he been squatting here?

Mo Qi walked over slowly, his eyes shuttled back and forth between Xiaocao'er and Jingtiao, and then fixed on Xiaocao'er: "She's ...... They're doing well, thank you...... Thank you Boss for taking care of you. ”

"How polite? I have to raise the wood wattle and raise another vine dwelling, but it's a matter of hand. Well, it is estimated that if they are raised for another two or three years, the god will give them a little more divine blood, and they can turn into human forms and live in love with each other in this wind and stream. No matter how good God is to the end, give them a marriage ......"

Mo Qi's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head, as if he didn't want to listen anymore.

Jiu Mingmei was angry, let out a long sigh, and reached out and slammed it on his head: "You stupid boy! Don't you still know your own mind? I asked the white raccoon to send you a message, just to make you drunk? I endured Manju for a long time and didn't want her life, just to let you carry forward your style? Dongjun gave you the Xi Sword, just to make you such a decadent and cowardly virtue?! ”

After knowing that Mu Jing fell in love with Manju, Jiu Ming Mei Tete Er let Bai Qi breathe through Mo Qi.

In the past tens of thousands of years, Jiu Mingmei has either wantonly been in the wine and meat forest, playing in the north and south, or chasing Dongjun's footsteps, bent on capturing Dongjun, a fierce muscular man. For the relatives and friends around them, they may be aware of what they love, hate, enjoy and suffer, but they have never delved into it. Even, he clearly noticed that there was a crack in the relationship between Mo Qi and Manju, but he didn't care.

She always felt that everyone had their own way to go, and they just had to carry it clearly. But in fact, in the face of the word "love", how many people can really carry it?

The original plan was that when Mo Qi knew about it, he was jealous, and he would understand that he really loved him, and he was still living in Manju. Which Cheng thought, this stupid boy deliberately let go and let Manju go with Mu Jing. , how can there be a husband in this world who can watch his wife run away with the kid next to him?

Mo Qi is really as he said, from beginning to end, all he likes is Jiu Mingmei, and he is just unwilling to be deceived by Manju?

If he really didn't care, when he saw Manju and Mu Jing in one place, why did he get drunk into a puddle of mud and be carried back by the white raccoon?

If you really don't care, why do you have to burst into tears when you say "obstacle" and resentment about being deceived, but you don't know it?

If he really didn't care, why did he aim the blade at himself the moment he cut off the Xi Sword?

With the last bit of strength, Manju threw himself into his arms. The light of the Xi Sword pierced her body.

Fortunately, the great god of Dongjun quietly condensed the Yuan Body of Manju in the Xi Sword, brought back the wind and stream, and ordered Jiu Mingmei to carefully water it with a thousand feet of water, so he survived.

"I ...... I can't give her happiness. Mo Qi lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "She has a deep demonic nature, and it is impossible for her father, mother, and the entire heavenly realm to tolerate her." And, I owe her so much, too much......"

"Yes, you're really going back the more you live."

Jiu Mingmei felt that this kid was estimated to be a person who had been in the third life, and his brain was crumbled, so he couldn't turn a corner.

In the past, in order to marry Manju, I could kneel down, persevere, and resist, but now I can't? What's more, Manju owes him, and he owes Manju. In the word "love", where does absolute justice come from? Isn't it just that you owe it, owe the past, and you can't repay this love anymore, so you make up a double?

Jiu Mingmei's phoenix eyes blinked, smiled, simply squatted down, turned into a shovel casually, and plunged it into the soil, digging out the fragile creeping grass.

"Boss, what are you doing?!" Mo Qi panicked and immediately stopped her, "The vines are still weak, she can't afford to ......"

"Come on, you!" Jiu Mingmei made a trick, conjured up a pottery flower pot, planted the vine grass into it, and gave the pot with a flower plug to Mo Qi, "Don't talk nonsense, take your wife and get out, this god will not serve!" (To be continued.) )