Duanmu Qingchen was overjoyed when he heard this: "Dad! really!"

When Emperor Cheng heard Duanmu Qingchen's father, his heart overflowed with a trace of sweetness, and his heart became relaxed and comfortable because of this. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, looked at Duanmu Qingchen softly, and beckoned to him: "Come, let's have a good chat today." ”

Duanmu Qingchen saw that Emperor Cheng's attitude suddenly changed, and he was also a little apprehensive. He is quite bold on weekdays, and he always throws Emperor Cheng so angry that he is restrained at this time.

He also put away the always cynical look on his face and sat next to Emperor Cheng.

Emperor Cheng looked at the calm lake under the autumn moon in front of him: "Have you ever seen Sanniang when you went to Jiumen?"

When Duanmu Qingchen heard this, his heart immediately stirred, his father actually mentioned Sanniang! There are so many people in Jiumen, he actually only mentions Sanniang......!

This is the rhythm of scandals!

Duanmu Qingchen looked at Emperor Cheng cautiously: "Dad, you ...... Meet Sanniang?"

Emperor Cheng's face was calm, and he turned his face back to look at Duanmu Qingchen: "This is what I have seen, you tell me...... No, it's for the father, can you be fascinated by Sanniang?"

Duanmu Qingchen's beautiful peach blossom eyes immediately widened, and the electric thoughts in his brain flashed, and he immediately shook his head: "Sanniang...... It's pretty but ...... It's still not as interesting as Miss Lian. When Duanmu Qingchen mentioned Lianyouyou, his smile was already raised uncontrollably.

Emperor Cheng's face sank: "So, you are obsessed with that lotus girl?"

Duanmu Qingchen was stunned, and in an instant, the words of black flame's warning crossed his heart, like a cold knife on the back of his neck.

He secretly gasped: "Hiss...... Daddy, Miss Lian...... Makes me a little scared...... I'm ...... Prefer to be with her...... The feeling of being a friend, I never thought of marrying her as a concubine. He looked at his father, Emperor Cheng, and tested how much his father allowed him to have a relationship with Lian Youyou.

When Emperor Cheng saw his son's look of awe, he was immediately relieved. He really thought too much, and his son was not as obsessed with the Jiumen woman as he was back then.

He smiled with relief and pride, and nodded to Duanmu Qingchen: "I'm afraid you're right." Dad can tell you, Sanniang ......" Emperor Cheng paused, and a touch of pain still crossed uncontrollably in his heart, "It's already two hundred years old." ”

Duanmu Qingchen was immediately dumbfounded: "Dad, what are you talking about? Dad?!" Duanmu Qingchen's expression was like the second ancestor of the local tyrant family.

Emperor Cheng sighed lightly, turned his face and looked into the distance again: "Sooner or later, the Nine Gates will be yours, don't be infatuated with any woman in the Nine Gates, because ...... They...... Not people. And that lotus is long...... I don't know what identity it is......" Emperor Cheng's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he was already in awe.

If what Yao Guang said was true, this Lotus Youyou was a true god in the upper realm, then it was not something he could offend! If Yao Guang really said, even if he was also the reincarnation of Xingjun Zi Weixing, if he went to the sky, what if Lotus Youyou's divine rank was higher than him?

Emperor Cheng suddenly became depressed, this Yao Guang, how could he invite a god into the door, it is really easy to invite a god and difficult to send a god.

Duanmu Qingchen looked at Emperor Cheng's reminiscence blankly, and was secretly surprised in his heart. Sanniang, who I had a fancy for at first sight, was actually 200 years old! Moreover, she is not a human being!

He retracted his gaze with a sigh and turned his face away silently, in fact, Lian Youyou is not a human business, he already knows it.

How is it possible for a person to have a talking black cat?

How could a man take them to see the underworld?

How could a man fit an entire nine-door man into a hut that looked the size of a latrine?

However, he Duanmu Qingchen never thought about what Lian Youyou's identity was, or ...... What kind of race? Since he likes it in his heart, why should he care? What he sighed bitterly was that he was not worthy of such a magical woman as Lian Youyou, what should he do in Duanmu Qingchen in order to leave some traces in Lian Youyou's heart, in exchange for Lian Youyou's care for him?

Unexpectedly, Duanmu Qingchen, who prides himself on being in love, is here in Lianyouyou, but he can't attract half of her attention.

Standing with Lian Youyou, he, the prince of the Qianchao Dynasty, only felt that he was small. He, the future Ninety-Five, is just a mere mortal.

He, the prince of the Qianchao Dynasty, who does not worry about women, fell into the sadness of secret love and wishful thinking......

In the boundless underworld, the fog is shrouded.

The ground is full of evil obstacles and insects, and miasma is everywhere.

Lian Youyou and Rin Tingjun walked in the underworld, and the silence of the underworld, like the sound of their footsteps, was engulfed by this world.

"Dang Chang...... ......Gradually, the sound of ethereal chains came from the fog, and long black slender bridges faintly appeared in the fog ahead.

Bridges are lined up side by side in front of the mist, and looking to the left, the black bridges are endless. Looking to the right, the Black Bridge is still endless.

One by one, wearing black cloaks, the similarity of Wuxin, carried a string of long souls towards the endless black bridges. The chains strung up a series of wailing souls, few of them in normal human form, all of them were strangely shaped and had terrifying faces.

The cold air was filled with a taste of bitterness and sorrow, as if every breath smelled the pain and sorrow of these dead spirits. They are tormented in the underworld, and they have suffered far more from the human world to others, and these pains have made them unable to survive and die.

Every day, every moment, every second, these pains tormented them, day after day, year after year, never ending, like the black iron bridges in front of them, where they did not know where to go

The underworld led them up to the long black bridges, which were only the first steps on their way to death, and how long it would take to walk depends on the hatred of the undead who had inflicted their pain on them.

If they let go of their hatred, they can still go faster on this road.

The mortal world thought too well about the underworld, thinking that he could go on the road after being tortured. How do you know that if hell is comfortable, how can there be such a thing as being in a hurry to be reincarnated? Since we have been tortured and miserable, we will seek liberation as soon as possible and be reincarnated.

Under the black iron bridge is a cold miasma that looks like a sea of clouds.

The miasma tumbled and surged, and from time to time there was a piercing wail of pain. Huge dragon-like miasma passed underneath, and as they collided with it, black sharp thorns suddenly burst out from under the black bridge, piercing it, and they howled and fell back into the sea of miasma below.

Here, it's the Styx Bridge.

"The miasma is so heavy. "Rin Thunder stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the River Styx, which had crossed the bridge below.

Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows: "En...... This is the rhythm of the great calamity in the world. Hey, we're just in time. Lian Youyou actually grinned, waiting properly to see the appearance of the good show in the world.

Rin Tingjun turned his face sideways and touched his chin: "Could it be that because there will be a catastrophe, Xiao Chuanchuan is lazy to sleep? is the same as me?" he put on an extraordinarily serious look.