"I want you to kill the garbage out there!" You can't share the worries of the Lord, what use do you want them to do! The condition is ...... "simply killing, and there is no need to summon him out so much." "Take what you fancy in this house!" What about ghosts? I am the Son of Heaven! Ordered by the sky, everything in the vast expanse belongs to the royal family, not to mention just playthings! "I just want that glass lamp." Su fingers are slender, and where the fingers are in the cabinet that has been neglected for a long time, I don't know what kind of monarch sent the tribute, which is extremely precious. But this is the Tang Empire, which is not a rare object, and there are countless small countries that seek refuge in the Celestial Empire. What's more, this land of projectiles? "I'll give it to you!" I don't care about it, and I can't take it to heart. Human life and him are as light as mustard, let alone those dead things! Under the whole world, it is not the king's land; On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister. How do you take my stuff! How about ghosts and gods, still ridiculous things! The background of the person who turned around to get the glass lamp paused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and the mockery was weird. Gently took off the glass lamp, stroked the lamp body, and muttered silently, as if whispering to someone, but where is there anyone? Some are just one person and one lamp. Striding out of the palace, the glass lamp that he had taken away flickered and lit up, and the faint green light was like a pair of eyebrows. The body trembled. How so? The glass lamp never came on, and there was no merman oil here to set it on fire! In a trance, I remembered that this was a tribute from a small country in the Far Eastern Sea.

That small country came to make the tone mysterious, his eyebrows were lowered, and he originally thought that it was a natural small family in the land of projectiles, and he couldn't withstand the power of the great power of the Celestial Empire! will be cowardly and uneasy. He also sent someone to fetch the merman's oil, but there was no whereabouts. Such a dead thing doesn't even have the ability to make me laugh, so what's the use of it? Since then, it has been there, and I have not looked at it. Sitting back on the dragon chair, Fang was too angry, and his head hurt for no reason. "Someone! Pass on the Imperial Doctor! The imperial doctor is also a rice bucket, and such a wind disease can't be cured. In vain, they all claim to be miracle doctors! I rubbed my temples vigorously, and I don't know if the ghost can find some useful people, so I'll ask when I am summoned next time. "Why did you choose me?" One person has one lamp, and there is no one else, there is only a lamp that shakes itself without wind. The blue is vibrant, swaying brightly. "Liuli, I ask you, why are you staying here?" No rhetorical questions. "Why am I here?" There was a slight hoarse buzz, like a cry, and then it fell silent. "It's probably the begging of the little ghost!" Then it fell silent again. "Mortals are clumsy, they can't recognize that your glass beast is to protect the family and defend the country, stabilize the society, and falsely treat you as an evil thing that needs shark oil, and you are pushed back and forth by the world in vain, but you don't care about this." Tongue-in-cheek. "You have been in the world for a hundred years, and the fairy world lamp soul is the most faint thing, why are you so greedy for red dust?" "I don't know." After a while, he replied lightly. The hustle and bustle of the red dust is not suitable for the cultivation of the lamp soul, how do you not know this? It's just that the little ghost head at that time made him feel at ease, so he followed him to stay in the Far East, and now he doesn't have to. I witnessed the little ghost change from a yellow-mouthed child to an old man, and then disappeared into the world, and mortal life is like morning dew, fleeting. As for his descendants, he doesn't need my company, and there is nothing else to be reluctant about...... "A mortal life, a autumn of grass and trees, and you, the soul of the lamp that will not die for thousands of years and will not be extinguished for thousands of years, trying in vain to rely on the small human beings to warm the long and endless years, just an idiot." The reincarnation of the world, all sentient beings have their own way, so that they can live endlessly, and these chaos cannot be made. It's not a little light...... "That's it, I heard that Brother Yutan is also with you?" There is no longer gloom and loneliness in his mouth, and living alone for tens of millions of years has already erased his memory, although it will not pass in the blink of an eye, but hundreds of years is the limit.

It's good to eliminate it, it's not a bad thing for the lamp soul. "Then you go with me!" One person, one light, no more sound. The lights faded in the wide, opulent corridors. Day 2. There are no more ants and slaves in the palace. There is only the prosperous Mingjun who has a big belly that can accommodate the world. Only the hall is missing a dead thing that has been sealed for a long time, and since it has been sealed for a long time, others will not pay attention to it. If you lose it, it doesn't matter. The new emperor ascended the throne, and there was an edict of the emperor on the plaque in front of the palace. It reads: "Wu'er, when you receive this edict, your father will tell you a royal secret, which is an auxiliary thing left by the ancestors of the past generations to the descendants of the royal family......" In doubt, the new emperor recited the ancient incantation: "The ghost, the emperor's auxiliary minister; Sophist, the country's George. There was a hint of nervousness and excitement in the voice. In the rising smoke, a person has long clothes and water sleeves, his hair is in a high bun, his face is as bright as the cold moon, he stands long, and walks slowly with the charm of the slightest button. "Your Majesty, what's the matter?" There was a banter in his clear voice that was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Spirits, ghosts too. Fine, treacherous.

Volume 1 (3) South Wind

"The Age of Moisture" contains: co-authored by Wutong Sangzi in the East China Sea, the dragon tendon is the string, and the play is loud.

"Nanfeng, is he the one who found the master?"

"Yes."

"After this catastrophe, she was collected in "Age of Age".

"Yes."

Under the eaves of that side, a kid buried his head in hard reading. Hearing the voice of a person, he was afraid that he had heard it wrong, there was a lake outside the window, and there was no boat, how could he stand up for people?

What's more, who will be here?

The family is surrounded by walls, far away from the downtown area, and the family is poor and has no distant relatives.

One day you will get ahead, but there will be no more rice and no more cooking.

Live up to the pain of today's hard study and the air of poverty.

The contemplative person did not realize that a ghostly light in the piano floated into the house, and then quietly turned into a human form and floated behind him.

She woke up, and after sleeping for tens of thousands of years, she finally woke up. Although she no longer has that supreme status and power, fortunately, she still has the body.

And it was the boy in the house who woke him up.

is not very old, and the violent spirit on his body is strong, Wen Quxing still takes care of him or two, although he has no great talent, it is enough to fool the world.

If it is really as he wishes, I am afraid that there will be another good show in the world.

Of course, she is watching a good show.

If it was 10,000 years ago, as a water god, she would still think of this body and turn into this body, and now, what does this thing and this person have to do with her?

The reason why she didn't leave was that this person had kindness to him, and she was bound by it and couldn't stay away.

She didn't want to cross others and herself, thinking about it, she would wait for him to finish this life.

When the captor dies, he is naturally freed.

He was studying, and there was really nothing to do, so she returned to the lake and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth.

Although it is impossible to shape the spirit again, it will make her feel better.

But at the moment, she couldn't turn a blind eye, just because of the struggling figure in the lake.

I have always been a person who studies behind closed doors, and today I rarely swim in the lake, but I slipped into the lake. It is a struggle, naturally there is no water, this place is remote, and no outsiders visit.

Thousands of years ago, that knife had already broken her compassion.

Naturally, not saved.

Zuo was only for a moment, and she could wait.

If he dies, she will stay in this lake for a long time, so that she can gather some cultivation.

"Nanfeng, if you don't save it again, your cultivation will be halved, I'm afraid it will really disappear when the time comes

Scattered. ”

"Don't serve the royal palace, come here to show off your might?"

Now she can't even be a human being, what precepts and criminal rules do she care?

"After all these years, you don't want to ask the reason yourself?"

Her divine body is gone, and her spiritual power spells are also gone, if there is no vicious person at the beginning, why would she be like this? Thousands of years of immortality and immortality, only relying on the obsession that wants to crush his bones and ashes.

She doesn't ask, and she doesn't need to ask.

It is only necessary to destroy its consciousness and shatter its divine body.

"In more than half a month, he will take over the position of the Water God Pavilion."

Half a moon in the sky, it has only been more than ten years in the world, how can you wait?

Ascending the Water God Pavilion is no longer possible.

Thirty-three days, the Buddha's light and golden light are blessed, non-immortals and non-saints, three souls and seven spirits, and the heavens and the earth are eliminated.

She is in this life, and she is immortal, and she is impossible.

"Thank you."

Pinching his fingers, he found that there was not much spiritual power left, and he couldn't, so he had to swim to the place where he fell into the water. He carried the struggling man to the shore.

The grace of saving lives can also be compensated.

Kwong Lu always knew that someone was following him.

Even if he is not behind him, he is not far away.

For example, the lake outside the window.

He had always been afraid that it was a ghost, but he was also curious about what it was. Wading alone in the water, who knew that he almost took his life.

As he struggled, he wondered what was the use of those ambitions if he died here.

What's the use......

He knew that someone was there, and he never blamed him for not saving him.

After all, if it is a demon, he is more merciful if he has not harmed him, how can he ever hear that a demon saves people?

Only in the end, the demon saved him.

The demon is a very beautiful woman, the distant mountains are Dai, the stars and the moon are the eyes, the mountain wind is a cloth belt, like snow and the sea.

"Who are you?"

The immortals were unheard.

"Is that the one who is following me these days?"

"Are you an immortal?"

……

Without saying a word, she turned and returned to the lake.

It's gone.

But Kuang's mother felt that her dog had changed a lot.

He still likes to read, but he is not a subset of those classics and histories, and he has slowly become interested in some poems and songs.

She actually doesn't understand the difference between the two, such an evaluation is just hearsay, originally they were all single dogs, but now there are a lot of friends.

Multiple friends, always multiple paths.

Their house was in the middle of the road, and no one was close to them, and now someone is coming. Naturally, they were very happy.

It would be better if the dog could make a name for himself.

After more than ten years, it is fleeting.

It is still a lakeside thatched house, and the person sitting in it has become a chic and handsome knight. The bones are strong, the posture is straight, and the face is sparse, I have to say that the birth is good.

"Brother Kuang, why did you change your name?"

was originally named Kuang Ruilu, but now he is called Kuang Haixue.

That thatched cottage also had the same nickname: "Haixue Hall".

"Brother Wang doesn't know, Brother Kuang is now a sword, happy in the rivers and lakes, free and uninhibited, quite Wei and Jin style, the children of the rivers and lakes are long, and they are naturally romantic."

"Hahaha."

Everyone thought it was funny, so they laughed with the ridiculers.

Like snow and the sea.

Thinking of that posture, he even grinned with everyone.

After more than ten years, are you okay now?