"See Emperor Bihuang"

Wen Yu got up and bowed towards the Bihuang Emperor and clenched his fists, just ......

"Oops!"

Wen Yu didn't stand firm when he got up, his feet were crooked, and he almost knelt down to bow down.

Emperor Bihuang covered his eyes, sighed and said silently in his heart, it's a pity that this face is like a flower and jade, and the spiritual power is weak.

"Dad, I'll see which little crane god dares to break into my sister's palace, thinking that this Bihuang Palace is no longer there or how to drop"

The door was kicked open, and Huangling, that is, Ye Ling Cliff, walked in violently. Since the last time his divine consciousness went down to see Huang Yu and came back, he was ordered by his father to hold back in Bihuang Palace for more than a month and not to go out.

The first is to consider his body, in case he can't control the demonic nature in his body, then he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

The second is to let him concentrate on cultivation, how can the divine power poured out from the elixir be reliable for his own cultivation?

Huang Ling also knows that his divine power is poor, and he also has the heart to improve his divine power in peace, which is what he does ...... It's a bit disobedient and often runs around.

I heard a little bit of wind and grass outside, so I wanted to come out and take a look.

Wen Yu wanted to get up, but when she heard that someone was coming again, she was very embarrassed......

He chose the most direct way to preserve the last dignity.

Bury your head in the ground.

He doesn't have the wings of a crane, but he has a white fan!

Wen Yu put the fan on his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and saw a black-faced brocade boot fall in front of him.

"See Father"

Huang Ling made an unruly salute to the Bihuang Emperor.

The appearance of his son is already a common thing, and Emperor Bihuang has said that he has said many times that Huangling is not so restrained at home, and he will not prevaricate less about the etiquette that he should have outside.

Emperor Bihuang couldn't, and he followed him.

How many more people can be so presumptuous in front of the Bihuang Emperor and call their father the king?

"You came just in time, I haven't seen you for so many years, you see if you still recognize your friends when you were young"

The voice of the Bihuang Emperor sounded from overhead.

Huang Ling thought for a while, frowned and said, "A friend from your youth? Not...... Is there such a dish? ”

Wen Yu: ...... I don't want to get up anymore......

Huang Ling bent down and poked the white fan on Wen Yu's head, and said, "Hey, you raise your head and let me see, I can't remember."

I don't feel embarrassed at all because of what I just said.

However, Emperor Bihuang said: "Don't talk about others, you are not much better than Wen Yu, hurry up and help him up"

Huang Ling turned his head in disbelief and saw the Bihuang Emperor, and asked in surprise, "Wen Yu?" Is it really Wen Yu? ”

Huang Ling and Wen Yu, one is the only son of the noble Emperor Bihuang, and the other is the patron saint of the only daughter of the Emperor Bihuang. The two of them have noble status, that is...... Divine power and identity do not match.

These two people have quickly worshiped each other since they met, and a pair of difficult brothers naturally have a deeper affection than others.

At this point, Wen Yu couldn't bury her face under the fan in the bar, so she could only grab Huang Ling's outstretched hand and look at the ground embarrassedly.

He was a little shorter than Huang Ling, and Huang Ling's surprised voice sounded diagonally: "Yo, you kid looks pretty good!" ”

Wen Yu raised his head at this time, and what caught his eyes was a beautiful son, with a black robe flowing elegantly, his eyes like flowing water, his hair like black satin, picking up a bunch of gold crowns buckled with double dragons spitting pearls, his red lips were slightly bent, his eyes were slightly turned, and there were countless gasping sounds, and there were two small jade swords pinned to his waist.

The hair color is like ink, the eyebrows are like flying swords, the eyes are like Langxing, the nose is like a knife, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, wearing a purple brocade robe, embroidered with silver silk threads with light brocade patterns, and the waist is tied with a black ribbon, and the ribbon is not a delicate hollow jade pendant, which can not see the pattern clearly, and the whole body shows nobility. The jet-black hair, the fair and crystalline skin, the thin slightly raised lips, and the narrow bridge of the nose are like the snow on the mountain against the ghostly light, standing upright.

A black hair was moistly draped behind him, his beautiful face was dyed with a layer of pale white soft light in the light of the night pearl, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, picking out an elegant and charming arc, looking at him with a smile. The eyes under the slender sword eyebrows had a warm smile in their pupils, flickering with bright light.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the lips are like cherries, the complexion is like snow, the delicate facial features, a few strands of long black hair on the forehead move with the wind, the dark red eyes hide the clarity and charm, the corners of the eyes are frivolous, as if the color of the flower, if you don't pay attention to it, you can hook people's souls and be beautiful to the extreme.

Compared with Wen Yu, Huang Ling is extremely young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a jade belt around his waist, fair facial features, and a clear face. Especially a pair of phoenix eyes, black and deep, like inky gems, exuding a quiet light. Holding a fine ink-colored landscape folding fan in one hand, and holding Wen Yu's arm in the other hand, his steps are leisurely and leisurely, graceful and graceful, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles.

Except that the color of his eyes is not black, the person in front of him is exactly the same as Ye Lingya.

Wen Yu was a little stunned, Huang Ling reacted first, and slapped Wen Yu's arm coldly, waking him up from his stupor.

"Even if I'm good-looking, you don't have to stare at me all the time, I'll be shy"

"Ye Ling Cliff!"

Huang Ling sighed twice, and said sadly: "Did you recognize it?" I recognized you at first sight, it hurts."

"It's really you!" , Wen Yu hugged Huang Ling, clenched his fist with one hand and slammed it several times.

"It's me...... cough cough cough ...... Ahem, cough, don't beat it, your kid doesn't have a lot of strength......"

The two hugged for a while, and the two people who had experienced life and death in the mortal world met and had countless words to say to each other, but they couldn't say a word at the moment.

The Bihuang Emperor heard the general meaning from the conversation between the two of them, that is, the two of them fell into the same world outside the Three Realms after jumping off the Divine Brake Abyss, and they met in this world, and their relationship was not bad.

Both of them can come back, that is, his daughter can come back too.

What's more, Wen Yu, as the guardian spirit, is the only one who can sense the whereabouts of the phoenix feather.

At the thought of seeing his little daughter soon, Emperor Bihuang's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Huang Ling and Wen Yu hugged for a while and began to tell their experiences.

The most important thing is the whereabouts of Huang Yu.

The three men discussed for a while, and generally knew what they had seen after jumping off the Shensha Abyss.

"I was burned to death by Xiao Qiuqiao's evil fire, this time it's not because of my poor ability, I'm a general in the feudal country! The main reason is that Xiao Qiuqiao's evil fire is too evil, and it only has attack power on me, Huang Yu, and Qiuchen.

Xiao Qiuqiao listened to Gu Zhiye's words, he was Gu Zhiye's puppet, and Gu Zhiye's master was Feng Qiao, so in the final analysis, it was Feng Qiao who killed me. At the time, I didn't know what that evil fire was, but now that I think about it, isn't it the fire of the underworld!

He Feng Qiao is the son of the Hades, and naturally has the ability to use the fire of the underworld to kill the gods. Alas, it's a pity that I was a mortal without divine power to protect my body at the time, and when the fire burns, I naturally have to separate my flesh and bones. It's a great luck that I can still save my soul and return to the heavenly realm, but I have left sequelae in my body, and the evil fire can't be eradicated, suppressing my divine power and hindering the growth of my body, otherwise how can my dignified phoenix little domineering divine power be so weak and so young, isn't it?

cough cough cough, talking about the right thing to get down to business, I can't eradicate the dark fire, I can only suppress it first, and then the divine power will be strong, see if I can completely eliminate it"

Huang Ling no longer has a look of fear when he talks about his death experience, and he speaks calmly, just like telling someone else's story. But no one knows that the feeling of the Hellfire burning the divine body is like a thousand knives without anesthetic, each knife is slow and gentle, not fatal, but it makes people want to die.

Emperor Bihuang looked at his son and knew that he had grown a lot after this catastrophe, not because of the strength of his divine power, but because of the maturity of his mind. When Huang Ling first came back, he couldn't tell the cause of his death so easily.

After Huang Ling finished talking about herself, she looked at Wen Yu and asked, "What about you?" How did you die? ”

Wen Yu's face turned red all of a sudden, and she didn't know where to start. Does he want to tell them that he is too sick because of lovesickness, and he misses Huang Yu and misses his heart, and then he dies of illness?

Huang Ling patted Wen Yu on the shoulder, and comforted him very understandingly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay if you don't want to say it now, it's the same when I first came back, even if it's an immortal, how can I say it so easily, no matter how I say it, it's a shadow, I understand, it's not too late to tell us when you think about it."

Wen Yu nodded, "Okay...... That one...... I want to see Huang Yu", before a word of feather was spoken, I heard Huang Ling say angrily.

"The three of us jumped off the Shensha Abyss, both of them are back, the day when Yu'er comes back is just around the corner, it seems that we are not ordinary gods, hahahahahaha"

Wen Yu was startled, and immediately stopped Huang Ling's laughter, and his face turned white with fright.

"What are you talking about??? Three back two? You and me? What about Huang Yu, Huang Yu didn't come back? ”

Huang Ling, who was laughing, couldn't laugh when he heard it. He felt like things, and what else happened after he died, he didn't know.

And Wen Yu, who had just died, was also buried in the drum.

Emperor Bihuang stepped forward and grabbed Wen Yu's arm and asked the question in Huang Ling's heart. "Why is Phoenix Feather coming back? Don't worry, say slowly, when was the last time you saw Huang Yu?"

Wen Yu lowered his head and thought about it carefully, but he was not sure, because after Huang Yu's death, Feng Qiao once wanted to use the spirit gathering lamp to collect souls and bring Huang Yu back to life. These things were not clear in a word, he only chose the most certain time of death, "Huang Yu was confirmed to be dead when Feng Qiao ascended the throne, and in my memory, it was the last time when Huang Yu returned to the heavenly realm. Because at that time, the Gathering Lamp was no longer useful."

Huang Ling asked suspiciously: "Yu'er was not injured on the battlefield, but said to the outside that she had almost recovered, why did Feng Qiao die when he ascended the throne?" And when I die, Yu'er is by my side! I died five years after Feng Qiao's ascension to the throne!."

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