Tianlie tilted his head and said faintly: "The feeding of the heavenly and earthly treasures is full of spiritual energy, causing me to become a child." Becoming smaller is actually a process of upgrading. ”

His voice fell, and his gaze swept around: "Is this the new-" plane? A certain string suddenly passed through his mind, and Tianlie's voice came to an abrupt end. He wagged his tail, became smaller, and then ran to Wu Yue's shoulder, silent.

The emerald flower in the pocket is inexplicably a little tasty, and it is no longer the owner's only little baby

Lo and behold, that shoulder is no longer its throne.

"Lu Shu, you and Tianlie go back first."

Wu Yue picked up Tianlie's back collar and threw it into Lu Shu's arms, saying, "I still have something." ”

Yan Chiyu snuffed out the yellow talisman in his hand, and in a flash, they disappeared from Lu Shu's sight.

Lu Shu, who became a dad again: "??? ”

So, who is the heavy color and light friends!

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Space distortion is only a few breaths of experience, fleeting. Wu Yue raised her eyes and saw Long Jingyuan sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of Yan Chi's house listening to a book, the sun was a little warm, falling between his fingers, so beautiful that it was not like a real person.

There were two more unfamiliar breaths in the hall, Long Jingyuan turned his head unhurriedly, and at the same time touched the guide staff on his side: "Ah Yu? Wu Yue? ”

"Long time no see." Looking at the source of the dragon mirror now, it hasn't changed much.

This is a spirit monster in the capital, born in the capital, how the capital is, how he is. Life and death together, common prosperity and common decline.

"Long Long, there is something I need your help with."

Yan Chiyu pushed Song Sui'an to him, "We have to see his memory." ”

"Unusual ghost ......" Long Jingyuan's perception is a must.

Song Sui'an brushed Yan Chiyu's hand away, his eyes were obscure: "Uncle Yan, don't." ”

"Bai Wuchang has shown me the record, but I don't think it should be you." Back then, Mrs. Song had a difficult childbirth, and he still sent the medicine. Song Sui'an lived with him for a period of time when he was born, and his heart was soft in the end, and this guy called him uncle. He wouldn't let it go anyway.

"If you want me to help you, let me understand what's going on first." For the sake of her little niece, Wu Yue thought about how to help others, but before that, she didn't want the record words of the underworld to become the only standard for her to judge Song Sui'an.

Song Sui'an's eyes struggled a few times, the fist hanging by his side was loosened, loosened, and finally nodded after a while.

"Uncle Yan, I'm sorry to let you see my unbearable." He smiled wryly and closed his eyes.

Overhead, a piece of warmth fell.

The voice was soft, with a secret reassurance: "Let's sleep for a while." ”

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Fifteen years later, eighteen layers of hell.

"What about playing dead? Do you know what this place is! ”

The ugly-looking dwarf winter melon swayed with a red and hot soldering iron, and his expression was a picture of the family's unfortunate decline at any time, and he would be disgusted by others when he looked at it.

Next to him, a tall bamboo pole with a whip that looked like it was wrapped in human skin, slapped the top of the dwarf winter melon's head, and scolded with a smile: "You damn decrepit ghost, what can you pretend to die when everyone dies to the eighteenth layer of hell." They're all dead! ”

"You know a lot, I want you to talk a lot! When Lao Tzu was executed in hell, your uncle was not even born! Don't think I'm afraid of you when you're tall! It's all your fault, don't pretend, I'll let you play dead! Let you play dead! The ugly-faced dwarf winter melon couldn't stop cursing, and the soldering iron in his hand had been pierced alive on the body of the person in front of him, and it had been pierced more than once.

"Uhh......h

There was no good flesh left on the man's body, blood was dripping around him, his tongue had been pulled out of his throat, and all twenty toes of his limbs had been amputated.

The swords, guns, swords, halberds, and the scars left by the fire and ice sores are innumerable, which is shocking.

In addition to the two scars, every two inches can be seen the eerie white bones—the bones are charred and white, the burnt is the rotten meat that has been scalded, and the white is another piece of rotten meat that has been boiled to the point of foaming.