Chapter 67

Song Nian had just experienced the incident with the little doll, and now although he knew that he had been brought back, he really didn't turn the corner for a while.

The little doll let go of his Song Nian's hand.

The Immortal woke up, and the Immortal was beside him along the way.

Little doll, little doll is the king of the underworld.

On the other side is the little phoenix boy he misses.

On top of the thirty-three days, the little phoenix who deals with many things is also here.

In front of him is the age of Tianshu who has been with him for a long time and can be transformed into a human form.

"Host, you're back!"

Seeing that Song Nian came back safely, he was so happy that he blurted out.

This "host" turned out to be a stirring spirit that quietly observed the Ninghui Hall of Song Nian along the way.

Host! Who does he call as his host?!

"Who, your host?" From Song Nian's side, ignoring those gentle and elegant and immortal demeanor, he walked to the front of Nian Nian, grabbed his two arms, and clamped them tightly.

Song Nian woke up from a dream, and strode forward to break Ning Hui's hand that was holding his age, but he didn't expect the King of the Underworld on his side to rush forward.

"Dadian, how long are you going to hold my book of heaven?"

The subordinates used two points of demonic power to snatch the age of the age, this age to support the human form to the present, has already reached the limit, now this Ninghui Hall with the king of the underworld, two by two, no matter up and down, this age is sandwiched in the middle, it is crumbling, so he will once again become the original appearance of the book of heaven, and the province will face the thunderous anger of these two when the time comes.

In fact, the host he just made was deliberate. Yes, he is angry with his host, but he also knows him, angry with him knows him, but sighs with him.

He is above thirty-three days, compared with the ancestor who is now in retreat, the ancestor of the good name, he has the work of creating the world, the master of the underworld is him, and the ancestor of the East China Sea is also him, but now this human world, the fairy world, and the underworld can't tolerate him anywhere......

A lonely soul and a wild ghost, without even a complete soul, cannot be reincarnated as a human being, cannot climb the stairs for thirty-three days, cannot stay in his favorite extreme of the East China Sea, and even glances at the old man, he is careful, why is he like this!

He just wanted to tell Song Nian's identity and remind the gods in the sky not to forget their roots.

Let the ungrateful people in the Nether know that their creator god has returned, and they have forgotten all about his temple in the province!

He can nagging him on weekdays at his age, but he can't let others point fingers at his host, and he doesn't want to, those wolf-hearted and dog-lunged people forget all about his host's kindness!

He doesn't like the host's practice, he has fallen into the streets, but he can still start this business and make a living in this underworld.

"Host, do you know who his host is? You dare to admit it! ”

Ning Hui looked at the Hades Monarch who was competing with him for age in front of him, he was so brazen, this matter of recognizing the Lord in the Book of Heaven has only recognized one host since ancient times, if the host is not there, it is just the duty of the owner to change hands.

"This monarch is the lord of the underworld, and now that this book of heaven has entered this underworld, it is naturally under the control of my underworld, and it is a member of my underworld, and this monarch is the lord of that world, dare to ask the hall, and this monarch has the right to be his host!"

In the Three Realms, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and even if the relationship is slightly relaxed now, this state of non-interference with each other still maintains the status quo.

Into his underworld is the thing of the underworld. This principle is naturally justified and cannot be refuted.

"Dare to ask the main hall if there is anything important?"

This is coaxing people, **naked bombarding people out. Now in the palace of the Underworld, the Zodia

The age has long since changed back to its original form, in the hands of the Lord of the Underworld, in front of the palace gate, is the black and white Impermanence and the Underworld Judge who was injured when Ning Hui rushed into the hall.

They naturally didn't believe that Ning Hui Palace, which was the most famous ancestor in the Heavenly Realm, would do such a hurtful thing, but now this pile of things was placed in front of them one by one, but they were all done by him Ning Hui Palace.

There is no denying it.

"Today, the main hall is reckless and injured the three subordinates of the Underworld, I hope that the Underworld Monarch will forgive his sins, and he will repay it after returning to the Heavenly Realm."

He lost his manners in front of the crowd and hurt people.

He doesn't care about any of that.

But the second master was still not found.

Sure enough, it was his wishful thinking, the second master had long since disappeared, and the things he dreamed about that day were probably caused by his madness.

He's gone.

After all these years, he still hasn't gotten used to it.

"Today's recklessness is all caused by thinking about the past, and this temple apologizes."

Since Ning Hui Hall is already aware of this fact, Zuo can only regard the loss of manners in the past few days as a dream, and it is good to wake up.

"It doesn't matter."

This is this dream of red dust, and now I wake up, shattered, and let this heart have a dream, with a bit of guilt, and a sense of loss.

It's time for him to turn back to the Heavenly Realm, and now he still needs to support many matters in the Heavenly Realm.

"Farewell."

Song Nian's heart creased.

The phoenix clan is the most proud, the phoenix boy has always been the proudest of these many phoenixes, he has never been wronged since the day he beat him with the ancestor, today, so like a frosted eggplant, so wilted, when the ancestor, he has never seen once.

But today, in front of many outsiders, he didn't even bother to maintain it.

Song Nian looked at him, the child who had been protected in the palm of his hand since he was a child, and now under his nose, because of him Song Nian, he suffered this anger.

He had angina pectoris.

Seeing Song Nian like this, Enma waved his hand at the black and white impermanence and withdrew the person.

Song Nian was the only one left in the main hall.

What does the group of immortals in the heavenly realm mean to Song Nian, he is very clear, that is the root of the ancestor.

He is the master of the extremes of the East Sea; He is the creator god of the human world; He is the unique ancestor of the underworld, and he is also one of the two deities of the heavenly realm. Under this kind of identity, Song Nian's favorite and most uncontrollable has never been the underworld.

He knows that the heavenly realm is the place you most desire. But he couldn't go back, and he couldn't.

He doesn't like to see him lonely.

Compared to anyone in the world, he didn't want him to be lonely, and no one knew about this matter, and it was rotten in his belly.

The only one who knew about it was himself, who had sworn it as a child.

He won't force Song Nian. All he needed now was to give him a place to be still.

He couldn't replace the place of the Heavenly Realm in his heart, and not only that, but he was afraid that he was not as good as any ghost among the Hades who could talk to him.

In his eyes, ghosts can be friends and relatives with him, but he is not, although he has always said that the relationship between the two of them is actually a friend.

In the final analysis, Song Nian only regarded him as the king of the underworld.

To save him, most of them are reluctant to let him die in order in this underworld.

He hated knowing it so clearly.

I have to admit that in Song Nian's heart, this is what he thinks.

A place where there is no room for the slightest reverie.

In the dormitory, the Immortal King drove out a group of ghost attendants, and looked at the stars above the sky of the underworld, with a contemplative face.

Even so, he Enma will not retreat.

When he was young, his mother used to whisper stories to him. Now that I think about it, most of those stories were told by his father and listened to by his mother, and there are the deeds of this ancestor in them, at that time, the Three Realms of Humans, Demons and Immortals have not forgotten the god who saved the people in the world with his own strength.

At that time, I was young, and I didn't know how much courage it would take for a god to make such a choice, but I felt that such a god was worthy of being admired by this world.

By the time he grew up, he had already been wiped out by the world, and all the justice laws in this world were shattered in the face of the law of the weak.

He made himself strong enough to be the king of the underworld, but he also understood the rare and precious things that the ancestor had done at the beginning.

When he was not in another position, he felt that this person was out of reach and worthy of the admiration of all the people.

When he was in his position, he knew that he would have to struggle a lot to make this decision.

In those difficult and dangerous years, he was accompanied by the Heavenly Ancestor Ninghui Palace, the Extreme of the East China Sea, the mortal text that he carefully planned to save his life, and the age that although it was a book from heaven, he would never abandon it.

There was no him here.

Therefore, he is not qualified to stand by his side.

Originally, he just had to bury it in his heart, but this person provoked him after all.

When he was in the limelight, he provoked a down-and-out illegitimate son of the royal family, making a dynasty rise and fall for more than ten generations.

He is an ancestor, and these are just gifts to him.

But his habit of liking to give warmth, even if he changes his skin, even if he is down, he is still him.

He never made any changes to the heart he wanted to do. No matter whether the situation is good or bad, time flies, the years are like a shuttle, the red face is dry and the bones are dry, and the general has white hair, he will not change.

Shattering his soul, scattering his immortal bones, and losing his magic and immortal power, all of these things can't change his heart.

If you rejoice in his initial state, he will remain in your memory, in the scene before you, eternal and unchanging.

Everything in the world can't be kept, but he can't.

I was not born, but fortunately, I was born and I was also here.

This is a chance to give him Enma, a rare opportunity, how can he be willing to throw it away?

Thinking of this, the demonic power flashed, and in this underworld dormitory, there was no longer a figure of the Underworld.

There is also a time when all things are silent.

Song Nian didn't eat and drink today, and the two pillars wanted to go to the hall of the underworld to find out, but they saw Song Nian himself walking back.

The face is naturally cloudy, where can there be a melancholy. The two brothers were understanding, and without asking a word, the jay went back to King Cuifu, and this little shop was full of clean places.

Song Nian took two pots of fine wine from his treasure pavilion and found that there was something sparkling in the pile of objects.

Star Stone Fragments.

When he seized the opportunity, he would pick up three or five pieces in the place where the star stone fell, and chat about it as comfort.

He naturally knew that the starry sky land of 2.8 million was already unrecognizable. It was the birthplace of his ancestor, who gave birth to him, and was sustained by his magical powers. If he is damaged, this sea of stars will fall.

Looking up at the sky, there is not a single star in this underworld that belongs to the place where he was born, and he naturally knows it.

Carrying the flask, he raised his head and drank it.

This fine wine may be because of his mood, and when he drinks it in his mouth, it actually has a bit of refreshing and sharp breath, and it goes down the intestines.

This flavor is just right.

On top of this dangerous building, let him sit on the ridge of the eaves and remember the world in his heart.

No one resonates with him, best.

Listening to the movement behind me, alas, alas, there is always something that disturbs the situation.