What Jiu'er and Shizi didn't expect was that the ninth blood chain was really easy to reach the end.

The two jumped off the blood chain and stepped on the mountainside of Zhiyuan Peak, where there was a bluestone path that meandered upward, and at the end of the path was the octagonal glazed pavilion seen on the blood chain.

"How about we go over and see? It's a good thing that Shayi and Lord Shaofeng are inside, do you have the courage to go over and take a look? Ghost Shizi smiled evilly, took Ren Xi's hand and asked.

"What don't you dare? Let's go over now, I have to ask if it is voluntary, if it is not voluntary, no matter what Zhiyuan Peak Shaofeng Lord he is, my seventy-second concubine will also take Yudu David away. Jiu'er pouted and said.

The two of them chatted while walking, but they didn't notice that the green fog around them was getting thicker and thicker, and finally it was so thick that they couldn't even see each other's faces.

"Your Highness, what kind of monster is this, how can I see you?" Jiu'er asked hurriedly.

After staring for a long time and not hearing the answer of the ghost world, Seventy-two hurriedly sent the hand he was holding to his eyes, a gray dead wood was held between his hands, Jiu'er shouted in his heart, when did he get separated from the ghost world?

From the blood chain, she also kissed the ghost world clearly, and then she felt that the ghost world took her hand, and the two of them walked and chatted together.

"Could it be that it was this dead wood that pulled up his hand after kissing, so that my seventy-second concubine mistakenly thought that it was the ghost son who pulled herself; In the same way, there is something else that is holding the hand of the ghost world? Who is it? Pretending to be a ghost, dare you come out generously! ”

The seventy-two concubines scolded and scolded the opposite side of the green mist, hoping to provoke the opponent out of the country, but there was never any "thing" appearing, walking in a field of monsters, all she saw in front of her was the green mist, as if she was in an illusion.

Jiu'er had no other choice but to move forward with her feelings.

Finally, the time of a stick of incense, the fog gradually faded, and a distance of more than ten meters could be seen, and five meters away from Jiu'er was the glittering glazed pavilion, Jiu'er hurriedly stepped into the glazed pavilion a few steps, and there was no soul in the glazed pavilion, only a wooden table and four or eight wooden chairs.

"Choose one and sit on it." A voice came from the wooden table.

Jiu'er pouted: "Take me idiot, why should I listen to you?!" ”

The voice did not appear again, but Jiu'er stepped forward without hesitation and sat down, this is where the demon in a person's heart lies, the more he warns himself not to do that, but he goes in that direction.

At the moment when the seventy-second concubine sat down, the wooden chair flew down, and Jiu'er seemed to have entered the underground space of the glazed pavilion, Ren Ji couldn't control her body at all, and finally fell on a white marble floor.

Jiu'er got up from the ground with difficulty, covered his head and turned to look around, this is a huge space, there are no walls around, only a palace lamp hanging on a gorgeous pillar, the palace lamp-shaped city is surrounded by a spacious walking road, the walking path is hundreds of meters long, there is a wooden pavilion in the middle of the walking road, there seems to be a white figure in the pavilion, Jiu'er rubbed his eyes, and walked down the walking path.

It's good to have a soul, even if it's an opponent, at least you can see each other alive, and you can know the direction of the attack.

The princess stopped at the corner of the wooden pavilion, a slender figure, wearing a collar of plain white Luo Tuanhua robes, a double-tailed feather sword behind his back, a long knife at his waist, a long black hair like a waterfall perpendicular to the back of his head, and a fluttering forehead band.

"What a beautiful son!" Jiu'er admired behind him.

"How do you know I'm a son?" The spirit did not look back.

"A man's aura, my Jiu'er was born with a cold for beautiful men, and I can sense the aura of a beautiful man within ten meters." Jiu'er said proudly, but he didn't know that he had pouted and laughed.

The man turned around, a handsome face crashed into Jiu'er's eyes, the man's eyes were like stars, his face was like peach petals, one more point was dark, and one less point was a light sword eyebrow, the pink lips were tightly closed, the clouds were light and the wind was light, handsome and dusty, and a touch of plain plum fragrance floated with the wind.

"Third son?!" Jiu'er tilted her head and couldn't believe her eyes.

"The Mo master is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world! Good looks! The boy said mischievously.

"This is the first time Jiu'er met you, is it really you? It's really you! Jiu'er swooped into the arms of the third prince like a bird.

"Lang Jun, why are you here?" Jiu'er snuggled in the arms of the third prince and asked carefully, although Shaodian's yang soul has made Jiu'er look for centuries, it is still a little unreasonable to meet here.

"I don't know how I ended up here, after the Battle of Ichinoya, I'll be here when I open my eyes." The third prince hugged Jiu'er tightly in his arms, and the faint plum fragrance wafting in the space was the familiar taste of Jiu'er.

"Huh? Isn't that a lot of years? Why didn't you return to the Divine Domain? "The third prince died from the Valley of One, and it has been several centuries since Jiu'er came here, since the third prince is the embodiment of Shaodian's Yang Soul, then he will definitely instinctively move closer to the Shaodian Yuan God in the Divine Domain, even if he can't open the last North Pole Heavenly Gate, at least he should pass through the Tower of Babel, and on the way to the Divine Domain, he will never be in the underworld.

"What are you talking about Mo Jiu, how can I be in the Divine Domain?" It was the turn of the third prince to look confused.

The name "Mo Jiu" has not been evoked by anyone for a long time, Jiu'er stroked the third prince's cheek and said, "Husband, you don't even know that you are the Emperor of Shaodian, right?" ”

"What?" The third prince looked at Jiu'er in great surprise, held up Jiu'er's little face and looked at it carefully: "Are you my Mrs. Mo Jiu?" It can't be another deceitful female ghost, right? ”

Jiu'er stood up straight, okay, now it's the turn of the third prince not to believe in himself, Lang Jun's question and three don't know that it actually made Jiu'er have a feeling that his previous inferences were wrong, the third prince doesn't know that he is the yang soul of Shaodian, then it is possible that the love of his first life is not Shaodian at all, it is pure and pure Ping Dunsheng.

But her Jiu'er is the Empress Ren of the Divine Domain, and she is the wife of Shaodian, how can she fall in love with someone else? But it was this third prince who fell in love with Jiu'er at first sight, that is, she was still called Mo Jiu, and what she Mo Jiu was looking for was originally also the third prince, if Shaodian and the third prince had nothing to do with each other, then who did she Jiu'er choose? Who should I choose?

Jiu'er sat on the edge of the wooden pavilion, staring blankly at the man in front of her who she loved as her life, how happy it should be to be able to see this man again, Jiu'er had thought of a hundred scenes when they met, but there was no one.

"What? Are you really a female ghost? I warn you not to come near me, I only have Madame in my heart, and no matter how you change her appearance, I can recognize the real and the fake! The third prince over there was already a little angry, and his hand was tightly gripping the samurai sword.

"Childe, how many female ghosts have you seen that look like me?" Jiu'er sat on the wooden edge and asked distressedly.

"There will be one about every hundred years, at least a few dozen, by the way, counting you exactly thirty." The third prince lifted the forehead band, raised his head and sighed lightly, seeing that he was very troubled at this time.

Jiu'er stood up, walked slowly towards the third son, gently took the child's hand, and said, "Lang Jun, do you think I'm true or false?" ”

The third prince hesitated and glanced at the affectionate Jiu'er, lowered his head and kissed him deeply, and Jiu'er cooperated with the son's gentleness.

"Madam, I've been waiting for you at last, I've been waiting for you at last." The third prince cried with joy and burst into tears.

Jiu'er Mu Ran stared at the third son, a deep kiss made him recognize himself, it seems that he has been identifying the true and the false like this for so many years, and there is an inexplicable jealousy, Jiu'er pushed the third prince away, turned around and ran out of the wooden pavilion.

"Madame! Madame, where are you going? Don't run! My husband is imprisoned here, so I can't chase you? Why are you running? I've been waiting for you for 10,000 years! ”

No matter how the third prince called, Jiu'er refused to stop her steps, she was not only a little jealous, but more importantly, she didn't know whether she loved the third prince or Shaodian?

Originally, they were only one person, but now they have become different people, how does this make her Ah Ren? They weren't alone, so what about her?

Is she Mo Jiu or Ren Ji? Which is her name?

Jiu'er's head was about to crack, and she had no intention of stopping all the way around.

I don't know how long I ran, Jiu'er's footsteps gradually slowed down, and finally calmed down a little, that is really her Jiu'er's third son, she Jiu'er has been looking for Sansheng III, and Langjun who misses day and night!

How could Jiu'er leave him alone in the wooden pavilion like this, Gongzi has been waiting for her there for 10,000 years, even if she kissed the female ghost, isn't she Jiu'er still fused with the ghost world?

"Three sons! Three sons! Jiu'er suddenly turned around and ran backwards, she couldn't leave Childe here alone.

Originally, I didn't think that I had run much distance from the wooden pavilion, but this time the way back was somehow long, and I ran and ran, but I didn't get close.

The fog in front of him was getting thicker, Jiu'er became more anxious, and accelerated the speed of running, and finally, he came to the front.

A colorful glazed pavilion appeared in front of him, with a wooden table in the glazed pavilion and four wooden chairs next to the table.

"Octagonal Glazed Pavilion?" Jiu'er muttered in her heart, why did you come here?

"Choose a wooden chair and sit down." It's that voice again.

"Can you sit down and see my third son?" Jiu'er shouted around.

"Who do you want to meet?"

"I..."Somehow, Jiu'er was asked, and she couldn't answer for a while.

"Let's choose a wooden chair first."

"Okay." Jiu'er obediently chose a wooden chair, this one is not the one just now, if you want to ask Jiu'er why she chose it this way, I'm afraid she can't answer it herself.

The wooden chair spun rapidly, and it was still the way it was just now, and he took Jiu'er to the wooden pavilion where the third prince was located.

Jiu'er sighed lightly, fortunately, he finally saw the third prince again, he must have thought that he had left Lang Jun behind, how could it be, Jiu'er loved him so much.

In the corner of the wooden pavilion, there stood a slender figure, with black hair combed in a bun, wearing a crown, and a gold-scale armor covered by a long robe, looking very burly, and his body was full of male hormones.

Jiu'er smiled bitterly: "I even changed my outfit." ”