"Yin Jun, ...... Anger"

Tianci seemed to realize that he was too reckless at this moment: "Princess Youyou is the pearl of the underworld, and she is noticed by tens of thousands of people, and Yin Jun loves the princess even more, so this matter can be handed over to the poor road to deal with, and after the matter is completed, it will disappear, even if there are other differences, the poor road is far from bearing the consequences for the princess." ”

Yin Jun was really annoyed by the quiet approach at that time, she was young and ignorant, although she was born in the underworld, but she didn't like to learn spells since she was a child, and she was even more lazy in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and blamed him for not being willing to restrain her.

"Well, this monarch immediately ordered someone to draw up a yin edict, you go with the wheel to deal with it, as for the king of Bian Cheng, he is also your lord, just persuade his interests."

Yin Jun is dying, although King Bian Cheng is young but calm and steady, he is the only heir he wants to promote, and he can't be ruthless after all, if he carefully repents and no longer works hard to return to the demon girl, he can open his net.

It's just that this King Bian Cheng's temperament has always been arrogant and cold, and his temper makes him dare not compliment, and now the credibility of this person is still lacking in his heart, and for a while, he doesn't know what to decide.

"Still not grateful?" Yin Jun paused, this kid hasn't left yet.

"Yin Jun, the grass people still have something to ask for." God has fixed his mind and bowed his hand.

"Say." Yin Jun looked sideways, if he really had a plan, this person looked sharp, seemingly calm, but anxious.

"If the grass people have made a contribution, please promise the grass people, the princess's personal maid, rejoice, and promise to be with the grass people for a hundred years."

"......" Yin Jun is difficult to return to the forest for a while, just for a palace maid? Yin Jun almost looked up to the sky and smiled: "Kill the demon girl, Benjun, remember your merits, follow your wishes, haha......"

"Xie Yinjun's gift." Tianci withdrew and went straight to the Six Kings' Mansion......

Before arriving at the Bishui Pavilion, Tianci tidied up his sleeves to make sure that there were no wrinkles, and gave his hands; "The sixth princess, the grass people are the onmyoji."

Youyou pinched the bell to check left and right, how could she stand the joy in such pain? Is it out of the underworld? I rummaged through the tokens on my body, and sure enough.

"Who?" Youyu didn't fight anywhere, Huanxi actually ran away, and stole her token, she got up, opened the door of the temple, saw the godsend, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't expect that he actually sent it to the door by himself.

"Calm down, this palace is looking for you."

Youyou returned to the hall, signaling Tianci to come in, Tianci stepped in, looked left and right, under the pink sharman in the front back window, a forest white bone, impressively eye-catching, always felt that the empty eyes showed unwilling loneliness and terror, which made people's spines chill, the whole hall, there was no shadow of joy, only the princess alone.

Heaven withdrew his lost gaze.

"You must know the whereabouts of King Bian Cheng, take the palace with you."

"Yes......" Tianci agreed, and glanced at the hall from time to time, except for the four palace maids who were born, there was no shadow of joy in every corner.

"Rejoice?" Tianci's eyes showed a hint of sharpness, he was humble and respectful to this tricky and ruthless princess, and that was also because of Yin Jun.

Yu You's eyes were calm, and he said with a smile: "I went to the Xudu Hall to get some jewelry for the palace...... That, where is King Bian Cheng now? ”

"I'll take you there...... Tianci didn't think much about it in his heart, but he was quite interested in the matter of Youyou's following, as long as he went, the matter of King Bian Cheng, although he couldn't afford to provoke it, but there was also someone to bear, right?

"Okay, this palace will go find the wheel and go together."

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Dongchangguo "Junmo, is there a way to crack it?" ”

In the princess's bedroom, King Bian Cheng and Min Qing stood side by side, both sweating, Min Qing's eyes were blank, showing sadness, or, no matter what the result was, it seemed that it had nothing to do with his Chang Yue.

Looking at my sister who seemed to be asleep on the bed, my heart was like a knife, I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and threw my sleeves away.

"I'll see if I can make up for the missing parts."

Jun Mo closed slightly, sat down cross-legged, and the Qiankun painting on the desk was spread out in an instant, and a strong sense of coercion swept in, Jun Mo's unconscious luck resisted, and the magic pill kept rolling in the body, releasing a strong resistance force.

Jun Mo's face was painful, no longer had the same ruffian look as he did in the day, raised his hand and pinched the brush, the trembling stroke of the pen made him unable to concentrate, the streamlined mountains and rivers of Liu, formed an image in his mind, once he put down the pen, he could copy the appearance of the time.

Jun Mo let out a muffled snort in his throat, raised his injured left hand, and firmly grasped the wrist holding the pen, the pen blade slowly touched the blank space of the scroll, and at one point, suddenly the scroll made the sound of the wind blowing the paper, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Jun Mo's mouth, and he suddenly stopped the pen, what he couldn't look at directly was the soul of the white jade at the bottom of the scroll.

"I had to find a place to be inspired."

Jun Mo put the pen down, squeezed out a trace of self-confessed natural arc on his face, and said with a smile.

King Bian Cheng frowned, he could see Jun Mo's best appearance, he was a demon, but it was completely different from three thousand years ago, his changes, if measured by three thousand years, the difference could not explain his changes.

Looking at Jun Mo's case, he didn't even move with the scroll, and went straight to the outside of the hall, King Bian Cheng said shallowly: "Do you love her?" ”

Jun Mo's body fell on the top of the Golden Dragon Tower steadily, and the case fell smoothly in front of him, he raised his eyes and glanced at King Bian Cheng on the ground, revealing a charming smile, and said: "I don't love, Benjun, I don't know what love is, I really think she shouldn't die like this." ”

King Bian Cheng raised his eyes to look at Jun Mo at the top of the tower and nodded slowly.

Jun Mo looked down at the scroll in front of him, the coherent movement of the pen and ink in his hand, the pen and the pen, in the darkness he seemed to be able to see the original appearance of the whole picture scroll, the continuous and dark landscape, swirling around, the earth and the mountains tirelessly, his difficult eyebrows were tightened, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, and his face became more and more pale.

Suddenly, Jun Mo frowned, the entire Northern Styx Mountain was only painted less than a third of the place, and he felt that something was wrong, every time he went deeper into the stroke, the stronger the suction force of the painting shaft became, if he continued like this, not only could not break this prohibition, but also perfected the previous prohibition, and it was very likely that he would also be swallowed up before he was about to close the pen.

Jun Mo's red robe danced in the wind, the stars behind him were shining, like a god descending to earth, occasionally a meteor pierced the sky, Jun Mo suppressed the suction force of the painting scroll, his eyebrows tightened, Shaoqing, he seemed to have made up his mind, slightly pursed his thin lips, lifted the pen, and firmly fell from the root of the blank.

"If there is Bodhi in the world first, and then there are a few sentient beings, it is a kind of bondage, if there is a constraint before there is a dungeon, then it can't change the evil thoughts of sentient beings, if there are evil thoughts first, and then there are good thoughts, then it is to turn back, but this place to turn back, is it the Huangquan Road, or is it sinking and the underworld? This is the equivalent of this Netherworld. ”

Jun Mo put down his pen and thought while drawing.

"If this picture scroll, after first having the Infernal Hell, transcends as a human being, detachs from the underworld, and obtains the transcendence of the King of Jizo, then the world will be a ...... again."

"That's ...... so"