"At least I can clearly feel my existence, in fact, I am very grateful to you, you have taken great pains to arrest me, or, if one day, I disappear from Chilian Island, the person who "cares" about me the most is you, King Bian Cheng. ”

King Bian Cheng smiled lightly, raised the wine glass in his hand, and did it first as a respect, his heart was chaotic at the moment, three thousand years ago, if he had such an understanding, I am afraid, I am afraid that he would not be trapped in Chilian Island for three thousand years, I am afraid that they can become best friends.

"I just want to go back to Infernal Hell again." After Jun Mo finished speaking, he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp: "What's more, with your current situation, I'm afraid it will not be so simple to return to the underworld." ”

King Bian Cheng played with the wine bottle in his hand, his eyes were in reverie, he knew that for Xiaoyu's sake, even if he was asked to choose again, he would have no regrets.

"If you decide to go into reincarnation to find Xiaoyu's memory fragments, you must take her back to the underworld, and the stakes are high, presumably you won't know the old ghost."

Jun Mo asserted.

"The king knows what to do for himself." The same cold words, compared to the past, are slightly softened.

"Youyou and the Wheel have come to Dongchang Kingdom, do you know?"

Jun Mo said coldly.

King Bian Cheng frowned, put down the wine bottle in his hand, and said softly: "Even if Youyou knows that Chang Yue is Xiaoyu, she may not hurt her. ”

"Good...... Since you are so sure, I won't say more, I'll go back to Chilian Island one day, and if you decide to enter reincarnation, call me. ”

After Jun Mo finished speaking, he stretched out his palm.

King Bian Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, slightly puzzled.

"Blood Jade ......"

"This king will give you a rune paper...... "King Bian Cheng stretched out one hand, and a yellow talisman appeared on the palm of his hand, and handed it to Jun Mo, can the blood jade be given to people casually?

Why did Junmo tell him so much today? King Bian Cheng thought, with one hand behind his back, ready to leave.

At a glance, I saw that in the yard, Xiaoyu was holding her sleeves and helping others wash their clothes with a smile.

"Kenko, do you think I look good in this dress?"

King Bian Cheng watched Xiao Yu take out a wet shirt from the basin and cover his body, circling in circles, water droplets were thrown everywhere, and even a few drops of disobedience fell on King Bian Cheng's face, and the laughter echoed throughout the backyard.

"Good-looking, good-looking......"

Junxian looked at Xiaoyu kindly, and reluctantly took off the wet clothes in her hand and stuffed them into the water, causing Xiaoyu to look unhappy.

King Bian Cheng looked at Xiao Yu's wet whole body and there was no dry place, walked forward, took off his clothes, wrapped Xiao Yu and said, "Stop playing." ”

As soon as the simple three words fell, Xiaoyu felt that she was being picked up, and no matter how she struggled, Uncle Bi just wouldn't let go.

"I'm going to play for a while......"

"If you want to wash your clothes, go back and wash your uncle, and wash the clothes of the entire harem service palace for you."

King Bian Cheng is helpless, the little girl in his arms is simply a sesame seed in a hot pot, not at all, at least King Bian Cheng is tireless, Chang Yue when he was a child is well-behaved and cute, sensible, mature and steady, I'm afraid, only Xiaoyu was so virtuous when he was a child.

"Uncle Kenko, help, uncle who paints, come and save me......"

Dressed in the setting sun, the figure of King Bian Cheng stretched longer and longer on the stone street, and the lump of flesh on his shoulders finally stopped.

The evening breeze is slow, in the pavilion of the imperial garden, a pot of old wine, a figure, although it is spring, but still with three points of cold in winter, Bian Chengwang's deep eyes look at the starry sky, a black shadow flashes in the dark, and the figure of the wheel king appears out of thin air, with a serious face.

"Lao Bian, why do you still have the leisure to drink and admire the moon?"

King Bian Cheng remained silent, and said in a deep voice: "What does the wheel think this king should do?" ”

"Take that girl back to the underworld to confess the guilt, maybe Yin Jun can open the net, after all, his heart of cherishing talents is gathered in you."

The Wheel King was stunned for a moment, looked around, it was extremely quiet here, and there was no one else, so he simply sat down, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to taste this folk so-called imperial wine.

"The inner pill in Xiaoyu's body is still dissolving, and we have to wait for a few days."

King Bian Cheng lifted the front swing and sat down, raised his head and took a sip, and when it was time, Xiaoyu's soul could completely occupy Chang Yue's body, and his appearance could change back.

The Wheel King was stunned for a moment, he remembered that Lao Bian had mentioned the matter of the Qiankun painting scroll, and asked suspiciously: "That girl's soul has been unsealed?" ”

"Yes." King Bian Cheng pursed his lips and nodded.

"Hiss......" The Wheel King took a breath of cool air, strange, this matter was very strange: "You unraveled it?" ”

"No, it's the snake demon who was imprisoned on Chilian Island three thousand years ago, Junmo."

"I have an impression, it's just that this person, for a demon, how can he unlock the ban on the Qiankun painting scroll?" The Wheel King squinted into the distance, unable to figure it out.

"I don't know how he can understand the mystery." King Bian Cheng's face was not shocked, but he was suspicious in his heart.

"Wheel, I don't know Jun Mo, who was seriously injured in the reincarnation path at that time, do you have an impression? This king always felt that he looked seven points like pyrrole. King Bian Cheng seemed to have thought of something and asked seriously.

The Wheel King suddenly stood up, his eyes showed horror, as if he had woken up the person in his dream, and took a deep breath and said: "It is indeed a bit godlike, but back then, because of a moment of compassion, Pyrroli let go of a demon, causing the demon war three thousand years ago, and was thrown into the infernal hell. ”

The Wheel King sighed, turned his eyes and said, "What does this person have to do with pyrrole?" ”

"That's where the king wonders." King Bian Cheng paced back and forth, muttering to himself: "Three thousand years, what caused the war of demons?" ”

"Go back and check the annals of history, today my old man came, mainly for one thing, I hope you can hurry back to the underworld, Hugh to delay any longer, finally got rid of Youyou and the Taoist priest to meet you, to this king's point of view, the princess Youyou is good to excuse, the Taoist priest next to her, but not ill-intentioned, is a difficult stubble to deal with, he actually got the edict of the Yin Jun, ordered to come, my old man can't ......"

After the Wheel King finished speaking in one breath, he licked the last drop of wine in the wine bottle into his belly, looked at the wine cup in his hand, looked back and forth, stared at the jade pot containing the wine, and praised again and again: "It's really worthy of being a royal wine, good wine, good wine, haha......"

"Another drink, then?" King Bian Cheng turned a blind eye to the final draft of the wheel, but he pondered it in his heart, and raised his hand to pour a full cup for the wheel king.

The embarrassed old face of the Wheel King turned red: "If you have another cup, you will have another cup." ”

"Uncle Bi......" Not far away, Xiaoyu was wearing a fur cloak, standing in the wind, her small face was surrounded by the wind-blown hair, looming.

The Wheel King was stunned, the last glass of wine had just been handed to his lips, and before he could drink it, he waved his sleeves, and even the wine cup disappeared, and on the stone table, two drops accidentally dripped down.

"Just now, Yu'er seems to have seen a grandfather here, where did he go?"

Xiaoyu ran quickly, the spring breeze raised the cloak behind her, and the long black hair blended into one, unable to distinguish each other, came to the pavilion, rummaged everywhere, under the table, in the lake, even the wine jug was turned over by her to find it, and the long hair was thrown around with her movements: "Where did it go?" ”

"Be careful, don't spill your wine." King Bian Cheng looked at her cute expression with a smile: "Are you sleepy?" Hallucinations? ”

"Maybe, my brain hurts to think about things today." Xiao Yu scratched her scalp and firmly believed that it must be an illusion.

"What comes to mind?" King Bian Cheng asked tentatively.