But on the bed, he couldn't ignore it.

"I'll take care of it!"

Seeing Song Nian at the age of the year, the nine cows couldn't pull it back. Unable to do so, he can only do it himself.

"You?"

"Why, host, you forgot all the years I was with you?"

When he heard Song Nian's words, he naturally became angry instantly, he had been with the host in front of him for tens of thousands of years, but he didn't know anything about his age......

Heartless host!

Song Nian naturally knew what great his magical powers were, but now he was only in the form of his original body, and he couldn't even use the transformation technique, let alone use the ability of the Book of Heaven?

"What do you think now, I naturally know, but you don't have to forget, I'm here to come, I begged to stay in this treasure box, what are you trying to do?"

At the age of the year, Song Nian escaped from the forbidden land of Taozhi Mountain, and was not put into the Xuanming treasure box.

The Book of Heaven was originally a thing of the heavenly realm. When Song Nian was the ancestor, he always carried the age in his arms. If there is anything he needs to know, he can ask it between heaven and earth. In addition to the role of Bai Xiaosheng in these three realms, the Book of Heaven naturally has other techniques.

He's going back in time.

Time is the god of the heavenly realm, the beings of the three realms are helpless, the gods of the heavenly realm, although they have a long lifespan, but they will eventually have a day, even if they are the gods of the heavens, they can't help time. A fall is a fall, and there is no way to return to it.

But the book of heaven can.

The Heavenly Book of Cultivation can go back to the flow of time and cross the line of time and space.

But there is a time limit.

If he hadn't lost those spells at his age, or if he could still transform into a shape, Song Nian would not have stopped him, but not now, no matter how he looked at it, it was just the shape of a heavenly book.

How can we turn time and space around?

He asked for this Xuanying treasure box from the Monarch of the Underworld that day, because the Immortal Monarch also knew his identity in the Song Dynasty, so he did not stop him at all, and gave this treasure away.

But these days, although he Song Nian has no way to explore whether his inner cultivation has grown in his age, he also knows that it is not enough to support him to transform into a human form.

"Are you guarding against me now?"

Seeing the host's disbelief, he was a little more helpless than he was angry, but now he could only fan the title page of the book, and he didn't like others to look down on him the most.

So aggrieved.

No, Song Nian's temperament towards his age is very clear, so naturally he knows what he doesn't like when he steps on him. But if you can get him out of danger, why not step on the sore spot?

Song Nian pondered deeply, and it seemed that there was no wind in this hall, and the windows were blowing whirring.

Outside, the black and white impermanence, the judges, etc., thought that something was wrong in this hall, so they made a gesture to break into this hall.

"No entry!"

Song Nian let out a loud sigh, and when it was now a critical moment, he stopped and waited outside.

And when the waves rolled over, there was one more person in this hall.

Age is grown

Humanoid.

The immature face, with a childish face, will be more vivid when he is talking to you. Because of this, when the ancestor was in the heavenly realm, if he was bored, he would sometimes recruit him, just to be able to see the vitality.

This body is dominated by dark clothes.

Most of the books in the sky are mainly crimson, and the title page of his age is also crimson, but he doesn't like it, and when he can turn into a human form, he fades the crimson color of his body, finds a set of dark clothes and puts it on, and then never takes it off.

Fortunately, the crimson on the title page of the age has inherited his face, and the crimson peach blossom face, with the commensurate with the black clothes, is more and more energetic.

He also doesn't like to stay in one place for too long.

Xu is this character, when the ancestor was in the heavenly realm, he took him alone.

He's in love with the surprise now.

"How am I doing this?"

Looking at Song Nian's eyes looking at him, there was a little bit of scrutiny, a little nostalgia, but he didn't miss it at all.

This look is very useful for his age.

Now it's not like him to talk nonsense, Song Ji is looking for the network of going back to time opened by the age of the young man, and jumped in with the king of the underworld on the couch.

In order to avoid secondary injury, Song Nian tied the Hades to him.

They went back in time and fell on a turf.

It was a deserted mountain trail.

Although Song Nian had traveled a lot in these three realms, although he couldn't write down every place, he also knew that he would not come here that day.

There are no rivers, lakes and seas here, no forests and bamboos, and no mountain flowers.

But here, it is strange rocks and craggy, and there is no grass.

I'm afraid that if the fields were cultivated, it would not be possible to grow those crops.

It's such a desolate place, I wonder if it's a mistake at the age?

He had just turned into a human form at his age, and if he hadn't used that spell for a long time, it was naturally possible.

He thought that his magic skills were unstable at his age, and he didn't know where to send them now.

But this is a clue after all.

Song Nian can't move his half-body immortal bones now, the only way is naturally to go back in time, to see how he dealt with the Emperor in those years, if he was robbed by this emperor, no matter how bad it was, he could see where the blood was hidden by the King of the Underworld.

But now the scene in front of me is really confusing. Song Nian carried the King of the Underworld on his back and walked forward.

Along the way, Song Nian wanted to see a person, but he was also afraid of seeing a person, after all, now he was carrying it on his back, if he met a person, he was afraid that he would mistake him for the corpse, and he would be lifeless.

Therefore, along the way, he was most likely cautious with the Lord of the Underworld.

After walking for a long time, he finally let Song Nian see a wisp of green smoke. In this way, how to say it here, there are also people.

Song Nian took the King of the Underworld off his back and put it in this household

On the side of the firewood of the house, so that the king of the underworld can rely on it, so that he will not fall down before he knocks on the door.

"Dangdang Dang"

This firewood is half a zhang high, and there are gaps to ventilate, and Song Nian is watching to see if anyone opens the door with them.

"Squeak, squeak"

Song Nian had never seen anyone coming, but there was an extra layer of thin opening on the firewood, and from this opening, there should be a child's face.

Red fluttering, with excitement on his face.

"Who are you looking for?"

Soft and glutinous, it doesn't seem to be as cold as in the underworld.

"May I come in?"

Song Nian felt that sure enough, most of the children were in such a form, so that Song Nian would like it a little more.

"My mother said that you can't let people you don't know in."

The little king of the underworld in this door, at that time, was still an honest child, and he could bring a little smile to strangers, and when he was so embarrassed, his face was full of apologies.

"My friend is injured, we are here in a hurry, can you discuss it with your mother?"

The little demon watched the direction that Song Nian was pointing from the side, and sure enough, he saw a person with half of his body crooked and falling next to the firewood.

He turned and walked away.

Song Nian naturally stood outside the door and waited. In less than a quarter of an hour, he, Song Nian, and the Enma were invited in.

It is not an exaggeration to have four walls.

Overhead, the sky was bright, and those rays of light poured in through the cracks. I think that if it rains, he will be able to see it inside and outside the house.

Naturally, there is no need to look at the inside of the house, and you can see the end at a glance. The first place as far as the eye could see was the woman lying on the bed.

This person is afraid that this person is the human biological mother of the Lord of the Underworld.

No wonder the child is asked to open the door. She was afraid that she had been sick in bed for a long time, and there were some handkerchiefs and other embroideries on the bedside, which looked exquisite.

I think it's a source of subsidy for the family.

"Don't be surprised by the two, the little woman has nothing good to entertain the two of you at home, please don't dislike the two."

Seeing them come in, the Mother of Hades opened her mouth at first.

"Whereever, thanks to you taking in the two of us, otherwise, we would have to sleep in the wilderness."

Song Nian and the King of the Underworld stayed here.

Because there was only one bed board in the room, in order to avoid the suspicion of men and women, Song Nian took the king of the underworld to lay a straw mat next door. Before he woke up, he slept on the straw mat.

Fortunately, the speed at which the soul dissipated stopped.

I think it's the influence of the aura on the little immortal here.

So, of course, is a good sign.

He Song Nian took the King of the Underworld to hide in Tibet along the way, and now he can really feel a little at ease.

So, get out of the thatched house and go out to breathe. As soon as he took two steps, he saw Xiao Mingjun, who was not even as high as the stove, cooking.

Look at the man standing on the bench, the skillful appearance, the familiar pour the washed vegetables into the pot.

Song Nian didn't move.

He fought here, watching the little immortal monarch on the small stool, waving his hand and dropping his knife. Nose alar eruption

Sweating, along with the forehead, was sweaty.

Song Nian didn't move.

"Guest?"

The little Lord of the Underworld turned around for a while, only to find that the guests were watching him, and his subordinates instantly panicked. Then he lowered his head again, with a little shyness and shyness.

When he saw it, he was naturally at a loss, and the bench under his feet shook.

When Song Nian saw this, his eyes were quick and his hands were fast. Seeing that the man on the stool hugged him, this kid could do it, he didn't shout, and just stayed in his arms obediently.

For a quarter of an hour, there was no sound. Then there was the sound of staccato sobbing.

Song Nian felt that this was a child after all, so he patted his arm on the child's back.

Everyone in the world knows that if you are wronged, no one is there to do it. No matter how difficult it is, you can always get up.

But if there is one person by his side, even the stranger who passes by will be on the verge of collapse for a while, let alone Song Nian's comfort with him now.

The boy began to sobble in his arms.

The voice was muffled, and it came again and again. But he was afraid that his mother on the sickbed would know, so he sobbed softly twice, and then bit his sleeve, and there was no more sound.

Such a silent sobbing made Song Nian worry for no reason.

(End of chapter)