In the silence, I saw that Aunt Qing was serious, not like a joke.

Thinking of her status in Xianshan when she met Zhao'er in Xianshan, the turtle immortal couldn't help but believe it.

The three-legged turtle now understands why his ancestor would drill under the inn well.

The turtle immortal hurriedly greeted the rest of his life who came out, and kept explaining that Fang was a misunderstanding.

It's just that I couldn't hear anything for the rest of my life, and when I saw the turtle immortal arching his hand again, he was at a loss.

The three-legged turtle looked down on the turtle immortal, "Look at your little ambition, this is scared? Shame, no, lose the face of the turtle, why did I lack the heart and eyes to agree to be your mount in the first place." ”

"The big husband can bend and stretch, you know a fart. The turtle immortal glared at the three-legged turtle, and slowly said to Yu Sheng with his mouth, "I said just now, wrong, yes." ”

"No regrets?" Yu Sheng's brain turned on again, could it be that he was showing off his unrepentant love for his little aunt?

"Get out, you can bend and stretch out, it's a turtle. "The three-legged turtle despises the turtle fairy.

It staggered up the steps, revealing a smile that was perfect for a turtle, "Yes, Yu Gongzi." ”

No matter how deaf he was for the rest of his life, he could now see that one person and one turtle were currying favor with him, but he racked his brains and didn't know why the turtle immortal was doing this.

"What is he talking about?" Yu Sheng asked the system in his thoughts, "System, system, system, system, your uncle." ”

The system came up with the thought, "If you want to know, please pay 100 merit points." ”

"I'll go to your uncle. Yu Sheng drove it away.

As the saying goes, if you don't have enough IQ, you have to make up for it.

After the rest of his life was whimsical, he was shocked, and said that it wouldn't be the little aunt who promised him anything, so this grandson came to please him, right?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt right, Yu Sheng shouted, pushed away the turtle fairy, and stopped in front of the little aunt, "The little aunt is mine!"

When the turtle immortal hears it, his head can be broken, blood can flow, and love cannot be lost.

He rolled up his sleeves, "Don't think that if you are the son of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, you can bully men and women and do whatever you want, I won't agree to this marriage!"

"Ha, I guessed it. "I was happy for the rest of my life.

While showing off his IQ to the system, he said unceremoniously: "Don't think that if you are a turtle immortal, you can be overbearing, and tell you that I have ghost immortals under me." ”

Although it is homophonic, in terms of tone, Meng Po still has the upper hand, and she is optimistic about her for the rest of her life.

The turtle fairy said angrily: "You just pull your mother out, I'm not afraid!"

For the rest of his life, he was still arrogant, pointing at the three-legged turtle, "I'll let the ghost fairy ride on its ancestor, the ghost turtle immortal, see how you deal with it." ”

At the inn, when the three-legged turtle mentioned its ancestor, the turtle fairy's timid appearance made him remember it vividly.

"Okay!" Aunt Qing, who had been caressing her forehead for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and she said to the turtle fairy: "Xiao Yu'er doesn't know his mother's identity yet. ”

The turtle immortal was stunned for a moment, and then became happy, "This kid doesn't know his identity, and he dares to talk to me like this? ”

He gave a thumbs up to the rest of his life, "There is the wind of the mother." ”

"Ha, I'm afraid. Seeing the turtle immortal give him a thumbs up, Yu Sheng said proudly, thinking that Meng Po and the three-legged turtle combination had scared him.

Ignoring the rest of his life, the turtle immortal turned around and asked Aunt Qing, "Who is his father, and I will throw myself on him now." ”

"I always thought that on the Great Wilderness, no one would dare to marry the King of the Wilderness, especially the King of the Eastern Wilderness, let me pay tribute to this warrior. The turtle immortal said.

"To put it mildly. Aunt Qing pointed to the word "sword" on the couplet, "Don't forget who stopped you." ”

The turtle immortal was excited, and hurriedly folded his hands and bowed to the couplet, and continued to ask: "Tell me quickly, what is sacred." ”

"Do you really want to know?" Aunt Qing looked at him strangely.

"Really. ”

"Don't say it, I'm afraid you'll be scared. Aunt Qing said.

"It's not to underestimate people, even the King of the Southern Wilderness can't scare me. The turtle immortal said, his eyes rolled, "It can't be the king of the Southern Wilderness, right?"

The turtle immortals have never seen the king of the Southern Wilderness, and they still can't tell whether the king of the Southern Wilderness is male or female, just because this king eats both men and women.

But it's not surprising, who makes the family rich, if you have money, you can do whatever you want, not to mention that women make children, and the kings of the wilderness have the means.

"It's not. Aunt Qing shook her head.

"Is that the King of the Northern Wilderness?" said the three-legged turtle, in this way, this kid has a promising future, and he is already considering changing his master.

"Say it quickly. Seeing that Aunt Qing shook her head again, the turtle immortal was anxiously urging, he was very curious about his father for the rest of his life.

Before the identity of the rest of his life was revealed, among the four kings of the Great Wilderness, the King of the Northern Wilderness gave birth to children, and the turtle immortals felt that they were more reliable than the King of the Eastern Wilderness.

Because the king of the Eastern Wilderness is too strong, although it is only in legends, the turtle immortals do not feel that the male can subdue her.

"Do you really want to say?" Aunt Qing waved her hand and asked Aunt Wang to retreat with everyone, "Then you can stand firm, don't be intimidated or scared away." ”

"Don't worry, if you're scared away, I'm its grandson. "The turtle immortal pointed to the three-legged turtle.

The three-legged turtle rolled its eyes, but it didn't interrupt, and it was curious.

After listening attentively, Aunt Qing lightly opened her red lips after not leaving a living creature nearby, "Central Plains, the great disciple of Baiyun City, the son of the word-making saint." ”

Seeing the turtle immortal's eyes wide, Aunt Qing quickly finished the last sentence, "The god killer who has been beaten into reincarnation." ”

When the last sentence fell, the turtle immortal turned around and left, and when he was a grandson, he was a grandson, it was better than never recovering.

The three-legged turtle also stopped thinking about the owner, and chased after the turtle immortal, "Grandson, wait for me." ”

"Come back!" Aunt Qing shouted, "Look at your little boldness, don't say it's my friend of Li when you go out." ”

"Zhao'er, sister, eldest sister. The turtle immortal returned, crying with a sad face, "It's not good for you to be someone's little aunt, you are not looking for death!"

There are many descendants of the saints who made words, and in the thousands of years that the sacred war lasted, they either died in battle or disappeared from the people, and moved with the people to various places to avoid doom.

These people did not leave any traces on the pen end of Taishi City, and there was only one person, who was written by the city lord of Taishi City, who wrote the history, and was almost on a par with the saint.

This is the father of the rest of his life, a god-killer who was thrown into reincarnation.

Without him, in the entire history of the human race, this guy was the first person to kill gods, not only the first to kill, but also the most gods killed so far.

The gods don't speak, but they speak of the ancient gods. The fall of an ancient god is enough to shake the earth, just look at the movement made by the fall of Qiqi,

Since the beginning of the knotted rope record, at least a quarter of the few ancient gods who have fallen abnormally have been folded on the father and son, and more than half of them have been folded on this guy.

How much the gods and the descendants of the ancient gods hate him, just look at the bones scattered everywhere in Los Angeles.

Someone deliberately counted it, almost more than three hundred pieces, and the ghost didn't know how to get more.

Thousands of years ago, when Guixian passed by the ruins of Los Angeles, he picked up a bone and bowed when he saw the relics in the land where he was holding on.

Now tell the turtle fairy that the kid in front of him is his son, how can the turtle fairy not run?

What if the ancient gods come to kill them, and what if they start a sacred battle again?

After 10,000 years, although these ancient gods and heavenly gods spared the people of the Central Plains, let these ants live, and even let go of many saints who were unknown to everyone.

But the grandson of the saint who made the word, the descendant of the god killer, they will never let it go, otherwise, the son of the saint would not hide until now.

"Are you a friend?" Aunt Qing raised her eyebrows, "I told you this secret when you were a friend." ”

"I'd rather we weren't friends. "The Turtle Immortal said that this secret was far more terrifying than that of the Eastern Wilderness King.