He wasn't polite to him at all now.

"I don't know, why is the Lord of Hades here?"

Now that he is in his own territory, he doesn't need to be controlled by others, and he has just entered the belly of the fine wine, and he is a little drunk after being blown by the yin wind in this underworld.

No one agreed with him.

It's as if he was talking to himself here. It doesn't matter, it's not the time he doesn't talk to himself.

There is Song Nian's blood in the underworld, and there is no need to look for him to know where he is. Seeing that he was rarely drunk, he was crumbling on top of this small high-rise building.

The Enma didn't stop him, and let him do it.

Whether it's dancing or singing, as long as he's in this underworld, he'll be able to protect him.

On top of this dangerous eaves, he looked for a place not far from Song Nian, lifted the hem of his clothes and turned around and sat down.

Slightly drunk but not drunk. He Song Nian will be seen clearly by future people. But he is not in a happy mood today, so naturally no one wants him to become an eight-sided exquisite appearance.

He wasn't ready to greet the Immortal.

After staggering on the roof for a long time, he was a little tired, so he spread out the big pillar that had been draped over him when he came out, and lay down along the eaves of the house.

There is no breeze and bright moon to accompany it, this yin wind gusts, and a little firefly also has the right to comfort.

Fortunately, it is consistent with his heart, so he can sleep soundly here, who cares about the geometry of this world, the years are like a song?

Enma didn't stop him.

also knew that even if Song Nian slept unsteadily, this conscience shop would not let him fall. The only thing that hurt him was this gust of yin wind, so as not to disturb his rest, he got up and left, and when he left, he added an enchantment to Song Nian to block the invasion of the yin wind.

A good night's sleep.

Song Nian hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. Over the years, how he has lived, others are clear and unclear, these days are spent by him alone, all kinds of tastes, nowhere to say.

He didn't want to say.

It's too pretentious.

In the eyes of outsiders, knowing how he was in the past, only as if he was moaning without illness. If you don't know about his past, you will ignore it.

Why should he be like this, and send himself to make that after-dinner conversation.

watched Fang Qing intimately change the eaves, just to let him sleep peacefully.

Why should he pity himself.

"Fang Qing, I'm tired."

patted the ridge of the house, feeling a slight response, Song Nian went down the ladder to the eaves, and after cleaning up, he was still the shopkeeper of Song Nian Song in the conscience shop.

"Good morning, shopkeeper."

"Okay."

Seeing that Song Nian was unharmed, Da Zhu finally relieved his worries about this night, brought up the sobering tea that had been prepared on the table, and handed it to Song Nian.

"Yesterday was labor, so go and rest."

Although he felt that he was in control yesterday, but looking at the scene in front of him, he knew that he was probably out of control of this matter, and the room was worried about him all night.

"Go, go, I'll be fine."

Under the push of Song Nian, the big pillar and the two pillars went out of this courtyard. After Song Nian pushed out the two brothers, he cleaned and placed them in this shop.

At a glance, it can be seen that the two brothers have managed the shop in an orderly manner during his absence. It was cleaned and spotlessly clean.

Song Nian sat in this shop, smiling all over his face, watching the pedestrians usher in the send-off, and the river was endless.

I saw that he was so happy in the Song Nian.

The second pillar of the big pillar came out of the shop, and thinking that the yard had not been cleaned yet, he walked towards the yard again.

"Big brother, the master likes me."

Although Zhu is not stupid now, he is also different from ordinary ghosts. But after this idiot, this mind is exquisite.

"Why?"

Dazhu is still quite patient with this brother, and these two pillars also have a lot of questions on weekdays, and most of the time Dazhu answers them with him one by one. Now, he didn't pay attention to this remark, and only responded to him on weekdays.

"Today, the master touched my hand."

Erzhu thought that Dazhu was listening carefully, so he said it decently, looking like he was asking for praise.

Yes, the shopkeeper Song doesn't like to touch people.

The two brothers were saved by the shopkeeper of this shop in the underworld, and they never deducted a point from the two of them all day long, and they did not suppress them, but took care of them a lot.

But he has never been intimate with them, he can be exquisite, he can be skillful, but he is not so kind and kind.

He smiled, but that smile was just the right greeting everywhere he went, like ice and snow carvings, although it was beautiful, it was a little less angry.

Today it is different.

"It's still a brother with sharp eyes." Dazhu put his hand on Erzhu's hair, which was regarded as a reward for complimenting him, and his brother was extremely happy.

The shopkeeper is like this to them, and it has long been their reliance in this underworld, and the family has thrown an olive branch to their brothers, how not to make their hearts warm.

Song Nian didn't know any of this.

He is not unwilling to contact others, for example, this jay met for the first time that day, he could ride with him in Song Nian, and he braved the wind and entered the dead city, and he never felt uncomfortable.

When it comes to jay, he remembers it in Song Nian.

During this time, he has been busy with the Immortal Monarch, but he forgot about the matter of King Cuifu.

"Fang Qing, what are the ghosts and immortals left behind?"

There was no one around, and he asked the king of Cui Mansion that day, ostensibly for the relocation of this conscience shop, but in addition, he also asked him to bring an object.

"Yes, the master is not there, so I will accept it and put it in the treasure cabinet."

Fang Qing hummed and explained one by one, Song Nian went back to the Treasure Pavilion, found the place Fang Qing said, and found the object.

"You like the land."

As soon as Song Nian took the object in his hand, he heard Shan Nian say something slightly sour over there.

It seems that he still has the strength to argue with him about it, and he thinks it's almost good.

"What? Is that place your treasure not? Can't even mention it? ”

Seeing that on weekdays, if he is disrespectful, most of the hosts will want to reply to him, but today for some reason, he is not even willing to look back at him.

I feel aggrieved at an age.

Although he said that sentence yesterday, which made the Heavenly Realm Ninghui Hall feel wronged, in the end, who is he doing for the better? He didn't want this heartless host to be able to feel a thing or two for him. But he didn't expect him to work so hard, and he didn't get even a little good in his place.

If it weren't for the arrival of the King of the Underworld yesterday, he would have been completely forgotten by this host at his age, and he would not have remembered him when he drank on the precarious eaves.

He, he was injured yesterday, and he showed his original form, this host is really ruthless and unjust. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had been wronged.

But he didn't want to show it in front of this host, lest he dislike it.

It turned out to be Song Nian's old age, thinking that he was so pitiful, so he turned around and gave up on himself in this corner.

Song Nian looked at the book-like age, shrunk into a ball in that corner, and was distressed and wanted to laugh when he saw it. He knew his recklessness yesterday, he said

The bottom is because of his Song year.

Although this stupid book is said to be unforgiving, it has always been a soft mess in my heart. No, I'm afraid I was hurt by his neglect yesterday, and now I'm sad in this corner.

"But you blame me?"

In the past, he was Song Nian to Fanwen, whether it was the little phoenix, the phoenix was raised as a child, and he was also a master and a father, and Fanwen accompanied him for many years, stumbling and breaking through along the way, but he regarded him as a friend who forgot his year.

But age is not either of the two.

He regarded this stupid book as a magic weapon to accompany him, a little pet that he liked very much, but he never officially separated him from his pet.

Unexpectedly, Homeinn was willing to accompany him, but he was the only one who regarded him as a little pet.

"How dare I blame you......"

When I heard this, I was really depressed.

It was he who didn't dare to complain about Song Nian, in the final analysis, his age was just a thing given to the ancestor in the heavenly realm, if it was placed on other immortals, it could be of some use, but when he was the ancestor, he was on par with the ancestor's magic power, and he had no rival in this world.

The prescient wisdom of this heavenly book as a magic weapon fell in the eyes of the ancestors, and they were useless.

But this man is gentle.

When he first transformed into a human form, he was naturally very happy in his heart, and when he could use the ability of the Book of Heaven, he was no longer with his parents, and he did not have the joy of sharing this thing with him.

There is only one of them.

It was lonely in the temple of the year.

The ancestor doesn't like the silence in the sky, and the immortals in the heavenly realm want to make the ancestor happy, so they are ready to dress up the hall of the year with excitement, and when they present this plan to the report, they were rejected by the ancestor in a word.

"Don't bother, this hall doesn't like these lively, it's better to be plain, it's better to be pure."

Because of the words of the ancestor, the palace has been deserted since then, and when it is not necessary, even the footsteps of the cleaning immortal envoy have been suppressed.

But even if there is no immortal god to disturb him, the ancestor is still unhappy. Gradually, in this hall of the Nian Dynasty, there is no need to hide the immortal envoy who can be upright and upright, and there is only one mortal left, that is, the current owner of the island at the end of the East China Sea.

He's a dead thing. Although it can be transformed into a human form, it is still sent to this hall as a utensil.

He didn't complain.

The Heavenly Book Clan was originally used as a magic weapon for the immortals in the Heavenly Realm, so what was there to complain about.

I didn't complain, but what is this pressing?

The one who answered him was the ancestor.

Seeing that he was listless at his age, he let him go to the realm of ruins on his back. He didn't know where it was.

I only knew that it was the first task that the ancestor gave him, using the technique of backtracking, to bring the ancestor back to the ruins.

He was cautious along the way, for fear that if he was not careful, he would leave the host in the backtracking of this plane and plane. Trembling like this, as if he was on the verge of an abyss, he finally brought the host safely to the place of vanity.

He is happy, happy that he can bring convenience to the host and complete the task.

Zunzu is good to him.

But this is good, after he saw Fan Wentong Ninghui Hall, he felt that it was just like that.

But he still kept it hidden.

How unproductive!

"In the future, you will give it to me, okay?"

Song Nian saw that he was sad on the side, and he was afraid that he would not get better for a while, so he stuffed the object he found into his hand.

"This Dongzhu can help you practice more smoothly."

It turned out that he went to the extreme of the East China Sea, not only for the sake of mortal literature, but also for me......