He thought of the place where the flesh was hidden in the underworld.

On the way back, the little doll couldn't put it down on the sugar gourd, and after a bite, she felt reluctant, so she carefully wrapped it in oil paper, and then after a quarter of an hour, she secretly took it out and licked it gently, and the smile on her face could last a long time.

Song Nian watched quite seriously from the sidelines.

The little doll wrapped the sugar gourd in oil paper after wrapping it, but stuffed it into her arms.

"Eat, don't wait for it to melt."

The sugar gourd was originally sold to him to eat, but if it was hidden and tucked, the saccharification on it would not be so delicious if he wanted to eat it.

It's better to eat it now, even if it may not be available in the future, but what can be remembered in his heart is always the sweetest time for sugar gourds.

Hearing this, the little doll took out the sugar gourd from her arms and ate it very cherished.

Song Nian never thought that such a small sugar gourd could make this child so satisfied.

At the same time, Song Nian found that this immortal monarch was afraid that he would hide his blood and qi on his body.

Song Nian forgot about this stubble at the beginning.

Generally speaking, the first thing to find is to search for this person, but he Song Nian did not. One is that Song Nian really doesn't have the habit of searching his body indiscriminately, and these two are that the identity of the King of the Underworld is here, and it is naturally okay to turn over the room, but if it is made on the Monarch of the Underworld, if he wakes up, this matter is not easy to say.

Song Nian returned to the thatched house with the little doll, and until dinner, the little doll was very happy, and even her sleeping face was a little satisfied.

This one is big and one is small, both of them are kings of the underworld. Song Nian watched from the sidelines, how did this little vivid and cute little doll finally become like Hades?

Alas, I'm afraid it's another story that can't be told for three days and three nights, and he Song Nian is the indirect executioner of this matter.

It doesn't help to think too much.

Song Nian untied the coat of the Immortal Monarch, for the past two days, he has been carrying this Immortal Monarch all the way, logically speaking, if this Immortal Monarch really hid something, he Song Nian could not feel it at all. And in the past two days, no matter what, he didn't feel the slightest abnormality in this body.

Come to think of it, this thing was put into the box by him. There are some very small boxes, the size of which is like a grain of rice, but here, it can hold things the size of a house, and some are slightly larger, but even if they are too big, those can only be as big as a sachet, but where is the Qiankun storage box of the Immortal Monarch?

This moonlight is not dark, in this moonlight, Song Nian carefully looked at the Immortal King from beginning to end.

Although he said that he was the honor of the First Realm, this body was either dark or oppressive, and as for those magic weapons, he put them away. There is no extra piece of jade pendant on this dress, it is plain and pure. It's not easy to really find a way to store it.

But when he thought of the action of the little doll when he put on the sugar gourd in the daytime, he didn't put things into the long sleeves like ordinary people, but

It's stuffed into the bosom, the right bosom to be exact.

This Lord of the Underworld is a left-hander.

Commonly known as left-handed, this thing, subconsciously he put it in his arms.

Song Nian lifted the clothes of the king of the underworld, and the middle clothes were exposed, this clothing was silky satin, which was naturally very comfortable against the body, and this undressing was also very smooth.

When Song Nian didn't do this untie of the shirt, at first glance, he didn't expect that with this gentle pull, the middle shirt was loosened, revealing the chest of the Immortal Monarch.

Well, it's strong, this body bone, if it is placed in the world, without that demon power, he is also leveraged, a good style!

However, his self-healing ability is a little worse.

Every demon or ghost, if you have demon power, for your own use, this demon power can not only take the initiative to attack, or help resist the attack of foreign enemies, but also after the wound is torn, through this demon power, so as to achieve the effect of self-healing, although this method is slow to work, but if there is no outsider to help, there is no medicinal materials, this is not a good method.

The size of the demonic power determines the size of this spell and self-healing ability, if it is the kind of demonic power on the body of the king of the underworld, these injuries are naturally not a problem.

But now it hasn't been good for a long time.

Most of the demonic power on this Hades Monarch is hindered. However, now Song Nian does not have the demonic power of the Lord of the Underworld to compete with this foreign demonic power.

What's more, if this demonic power discovers that the spells on the underworld have been reduced and the soul is gradually extinguished, then it will be even more out of control.

Thinking of this, Song Nian stepped up the speed of his subordinates.

Naturally, there is no Qiankun storage box in this middle clothes, but on this middle clothes, a picture is painted.

On the dark shirt, a picture of a child playing was embroidered with gold thread. Although the child in this painting can't see his eyebrows clearly, he has a bit of aura in this gesture, and in one of the hands of this child, he holds a small sachet the size of a buckle.

"So you're hiding here."

Song Nian looked at the one the size of a buckle, which was naturally the storage of the King of the Underworld. And now Song Nian took it off and took out the only thing in this storage box - a drop of Song Nian's blood.

Looking at this appearance, it has always been when the demon power attacked, and he used it all at once.

He wasn't afraid that I would poison him in the year of Song?

Song Nian thought in his mind, but there was no idle under his hand, drip that drop of blood into the mouth of the Immortal Monarch, this rest of the matter, I am afraid that it is only a matter of quietly watching its changes, if this drop of blood can not make the Immortal Monarch wake up, he Song Nian will take this half of the immortal bone of the body, and give it to him, why not?

Thinking like this, Song Nian felt much more down-to-earth. This generation of talented people has come out, each leading the way, how do you need him, an old antique, to come forward to administer justice?

He didn't like those messy rules, and this kind of thing should be respected, but if he blindly didn't let go of power, these old antiques would let them manage all the opportunities and ambitions of the young man, and then the time would come

, these old antiques, after a sleep, how should the young people left in this world go to the end of the world alone?

Therefore, he Song Nian likes to be the king of the underworld. He Song Nian is naturally happy to see it.

What's more, this king of the underworld is still a junior after all, compared to him in this world, many years shorter, although he Song Nian has not lived enough, but if he wants to take this risk just to be on the bed of the king of the underworld, he is also willing.

If you've lived for too long, there's always a chance for future generations, isn't it?

Thinking of all these words, Song Nian fell asleep in a daze. And when the day after tomorrow dawned, he had no intention of waking up.

Song Nian didn't wake up, but the two people on the couch woke up.

The little doll never thought that just by following her mother to dip the medicine on her lips and teeth, this person would get better so quickly.

On this straw bed, this little doll is placed in the eyes of the Immortal King, and naturally he is not a stranger, and this little doll is the former him. He was still with his mother.

The two pairs of eyes fell on this bed, although there were no knives, guns and sticks, but they also made each other look good.

When Enma was a young man, his family was poor, so naturally he didn't have those bronze mirrors and other items, let alone those silk satins, which could make him eat well and sleep soundly was a luxury for him.

So although he knew what he was like, if he was asked to talk about it in detail, he would definitely not be able to describe it completely.

Now, this little doll is in front of his eyes, and he looks at it silently.

Because of looking carefully, naturally he did not escape the fleeting sadness in the eyes of this little doll.

There was no need to ask him, the Immortal knew why he was like this.

He didn't know how other people spent their childhood, how many good playmates did he have? As far as he is concerned, he does not have one......

His father, who was in love with his mother, had defected from the underworld, so how could he do that swaggering, so that his wife and future children would not be pointed at by the world, so he moved this dwelling here, far from all the people of the world, but never broke off the relationship with them.

Like a thread that has never been tightened, if that end is forced, it is possible that the only connection between them and the people of the world will be gone......

Growing up, Enma had wanted to maintain that connection, and that thought had been rolling in his mind when he was younger. He hoped to break down that barrier and let him live with his mother in the middle of the world.

The thought is now in front of us, like wishful thinking.

After he fled into the underworld, he never again tried to pull the line.

He's not unusual.

It's not rare to moan without disease, it's not rare to welcome those songs, it's not rare to have false feelings

He knew that there was no one or ghost in this world who could help him, and he was the only one in this world who could help him.

Song Nian was on the side

I dozed off on the chair, and naturally I didn't notice the situation on the straw mat, because my jaw had been supported all night, and my elbow was really stiff, and it was hard to turn around, and after a little warmth, it was numbness and pain in my heart.

But he couldn't make a sound.

The two on top of this bed slept perfectly. He rushed out with his arms folded.

And here, Song Nian had just disappeared in this room, and the big and small pee on the straw mat opened their eyes, and they had just heard Song Nian's movement at the table, so they all closed their eyes and pretended to be unawake.

Now, looking at the other party's expression that is exactly the same as his own, he laughed again in unison.

The little doll looked at the Enma who pretended to be asleep like him, and felt that this cold person, when he laughed, although it was not very good-looking, it was comfortable for him to look at.

Song Nian didn't know the situation inside the house, and when he rubbed his numb elbow outside, he thought about how to quickly save this immortal monarch, after all, even if he turned into a human form at his age, he was afraid that this spell would not last long.

Naturally, we can't afford to delay our efforts here.

Song Nian was outside the house and planned to leave this place, but the little doll in the house looked at the king of the underworld in front of him, and made a crying and laughing request:

"Can you sleep a little longer on this straw mat? Half a day is also available. ”

Enma looked at himself as a child who was praying to him in front of him.

Sure enough, in this life, I still can't see people who care too much.

At first sight, it is like the heart.

It's hard to forget.

"Okay, I promise you."

Knowing what the ending was, he let himself go.

(End of chapter)