Qin Liandong ran up to the third floor with a bang.

Song Leaf followed her.

The old man Qin in the hall secretly glanced at it, and saw that Qin Lian's figure upstairs had indeed disappeared, so he coughed lowly.

He sat up slightly and said majestically, "Xiao Lian's birthday is coming soon." ”

"Yan Tao, do you think you should call your father-in-law? Let him come back for Xiao Lian's birthday party? ”

Yan Tao heard this and nodded: "He will come back." ”

Qin Chao sat aside.

Helplessly, he moved to Old Man Qin's side.

"Old man."

"Can I not take pictures?"

Old Man Qin pretended not to hear, and after saying a few more words to everyone, he sighed faintly and said, "I'm old, my spirit really can't keep up with my youth, I have to go and rest." ”

Xiao Qi got Yan Tao's instructions and sent a message to Yan Zun bit by bit.

The Underworld.

Court of Judges.

Yan Zun dealt with the last Yin Ghost that had been brought up.

He pinched his eyebrows slightly, sat down behind the table, and began to think about what gift to give to his granddaughter with a serious face.

After a moment, he sighed faintly.

It's hard to give a gift.

He simply stood up and decided to go shopping in the streets.

Yan Zun changed into civilian clothes, turned out of the judge's mansion, and swayed slowly in the Heroic Soul City.

The inhabitants of Heroic Soul City are all souls who enter the underworld after death.

Although they have entered Hades, they still have to live.

Yan Zun turned two streets, and the bustling shouting immediately wanted to be in his ears.

Yan Zun walked in slowly.

On this street, the small vendors who set up their stalls are dressed in different clothes.

There are scholars dressed in ancient scholars' robes.

There are also businessmen who wear gold and silver bridges and dress up as rich and noble.

Of course, there are also modern people who wear miniskirts and shorts.

There are even many people dressed in fancy costumes.

Those people are heroic souls from other universes.

They sold what their descendants burned to them or sacrificed as tribute.

The things sold by the Heroic Souls can only be used in the Underworld.

Take it out, and it will turn to ashes.

However, Yanzun is different.

He is a judge of the underworld, and what comes into his hands can be used as usual even if he leaves the underworld.

The things in this place are not very precious, but they are rare.

The things that are sacrificed in each universe are different.

Oh sure, maybe the form doesn't have to be a sacrifice.

Anyway, it's in their hands.

Yan Zun swayed slowly on the street.

In a corner, I saw a stall that no one cared about.

The stall owner looked like he was only five or six years old.

Compared to the glittering goods on the other stalls, this stall is filled with small stones of dull color.

Yan Zun paused, slowly squatted down, and picked up a stone.

When I started, I found that the touch of this stone was extremely special.

The surface of the stone is rough at the glance, but it is as warm and smooth as jade.

Yan Zun raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner: "What is the purpose of this thing?" ”

The stall owner sat quietly in the back, his eyes clear and clear like a puddle of clear water.

"Beast Raising Stone."

Yan Zun narrowed his eyes.

Beast Raising Stone?

The stall owner pulled out a stone from himself.

The stone in his hand was the size of a fingernail.

The stall owner moved his finger.

The stone unexpectedly emitted a bright light, and a fat red carp jumped out of the center of the light.

After the red carp jumped out, it fell into the arms of the stall owner with great humanity.

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