Chapter 221: Planning
Her pass to the two realms was invalidated.
She knew that this was Luo Han's revenge, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.
Fu'an is not a careless person, and wants to search again, but he is no longer allowed to enter or exit.
Her profile is all locked.
In the afternoon, there was no sunlight reflected in the window of Xiaoxuan, Fu'an lay on the window and yawned slightly, bored looking at the light snow floating outside the window, and the child who was crying on the side of the warm couch was in a not very good mood: "Don't cry, don't be annoyed." β
The child fell to the ground, pursed his lips, and shook his long white hair: "Lord Buddha, don't remove me from my position, I'll be killed by my father." β
Fu'an turned his head and looked at his body, which was smaller than last night, and frowned: "Are you a monster?" β
The child nodded, and took out his certificate of good citizenship and employment certificate.
That's right, the little kid in front of her is the one who stopped her from checking the information yesterday.
She used a little trickery to meet him successfully.
Fu'an, who has been in contact with a lot of monsters, erased the last guilt in his heart about bullying children, and no longer has any sympathy for this crying child, demons are different from humans, and the ghost knows how many years he has lived.
But now, he was a young man yesterday, but he has lost half of his spiritual power and become a child, and the maintenance of his physical body is not so good.
Two cats' ears were shaken out, and they trembled with his crying movements, so cute.
But Fu'an, who has always been indifferent to the plush, is very ineffective, she just turned her head a little disgusted and said lightly: "It turned out to be the second generation of demons on the back door, I said why is it so eyeless." β
The second-generation demon child was still humming and chirping and continued to cry, but when she heard her disgusted muttering, she immediately exploded, and a self-righteous look came up from the ground: "Woman, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" Master, I've put down my body like this! You ......"
Before he finished speaking, there was a flower in front of him, and a shocking whip was slashed in front of him, and his body was in pain, and he came back to his senses and found that he had been embedded in the wall.
The woman who was still sitting in the room had slowly slouched out of the wall he had flown out of and destroyed, the intricate pattern of the long whip in her hand shining in the sunlight.
"I inform you in my capacity as the Lord of the Buddha of the Western Realm...... You're fired. β
"You are the Buddha Lord of the Western Realm?!" The notice that she didn't introduce herself last night flashed in her mind, and the child on the wall couldn't help but tremble, and at the moment when Fu'an blinked, she coaxed: "Sister, it's all a misunderstanding, don't be angry~"
Fu'an's palace is divided into the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard, the 'noise' of the inner courtyard did not affect the palace maids guarding the door of the outer courtyard, the second generation of demons looked at the blue light of the enchantment, and cried in their hearts: Labor and management are really unlucky to call the tragedy of the river, yesterday was instructed by the big guy not to say, the offended is especially the Buddha of the Western Realm, what kind of sin did labor and management create?
This woman is a powerful and perverted existence.
didn't get a response for a long time, raised his head and cautiously looked at the person opposite, but found that Fu'an was already gone, and after looking around, he found that she was standing on the empty roof and standing with her sword raised.
The snowflakes fluttered along the wind and landed on Fu'an's long eyelashes, staining her vision white, and a beam of sword qi sprinkled magnificently with a movement of her wrist, attacking the hazy figure opposite.
The sound of flutes sounded all around.
The child in the wall bit his lip to hide his joy, and shouted to the man on the ridge of the roof who was gradually showing his form: "Little uncle, here I am!" β
The snow, for some reason, got bigger, and fell on the white hair of the man who was slowly appearing on the opposite side, and quickly merged into one, and the sound of the flute rippled out clear colors, gently and skillfully wrapping her fierce sword qi, and turning into dots of powder and melting with the snow.
She put down her sword, and her steps fell backwards and fell to the ground, and the sound of the flute that followed her like a bone finally dissipated, and the man in the black robe who looked up again came to the happy child, and reached out to carry his small body out of the wall.
The second-generation demon child pursed his lips, and called out again, "Little uncle", and a pool of tears wrapped in his big eyes flowed out of his eyes.
The man patted his little back as a comfort, and turned his head to look at Fu'an, who was standing with his sword.
Fu'an was stunned.
What kind of eyes are they, deep and vast like a sea of smoke, with a slight coolness at the bottom, and Fu'an, who was watching, instinctively staggered his gaze to hide the strangeness rising in his heart. Such a complicated gaze should not be the gaze of a demon.
Condensed the anger in his hand again, and quickly volleyed in the direction of the two, the man's figure did not move, and endless clear waves spread out around his body to quickly wrap and devour the whip force.
Fu'an raised her eyes, and sure enough, she saw that the cold air that suddenly rose between his eyebrows turned into flying feathers and stretched out from between her eyebrows, she smiled with satisfaction, and held the Silent Extinguishing Whip again.
His eyebrows moved, the surrounding ripples surged like substance, and several white lights suddenly opened up behind him, and the ripples condensed like a clear python attacking her, Fu'an pulled the corners of his lips coldly, waved his hand and made a complicated whip, and his body took off at the same time and walked backwards a few wrong steps around the circle, and returned to the same place on tiptoe.
The moment she landed, the ripples that surrounded her stopped for a moment, then shattered and scattered in the air with a little snowflake.
She raised her eyes, stretched out her fingertips and tapped the void, and said, "Ghostly, but people in the ghost world?" β
The man raised his eyes, and she finally saw the red lines on his eyebrows.
He bent down and put the second generation of demons who seemed to be scared stupid on the ground, and said lightly to him: "Go and make amends to the Lord of Fu'an." β
The voice was low and gentle, so that Fu'an, who was busy collecting the whip, almost pulled his fingers, turned to them and said, "Okay, okay, there is no need for this, it is certain that his position will not be kept, because I am now considering whether to leave the entrance to this passage." "Old friends Chinese network
Fu'an Palace looked a little deserted, and the silk satin hanging everywhere was stirred by the wind, full of momentum.
"I'm going to close this passage." Fu'an's words were a little careless, but it wasn't a joke.
The child was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked, "Why?" How nice it is here. "I can sleep leisurely and make a lot of extra money.
Fu'an snapped his fingers, letting the wall destroyed in the fierce battle grow on its own, and shook his hand to take back the enchantment: "I can't go through a passage that I created, what use do I want it?" β
"You Buddha are ruthless!" The child waved his little fist angrily, and the tears in his eyes were about to overflow again: "It's obviously ...... well"
"The problem is, it's bothering me."
Let go and let his subordinates take care of it, but it has become easy for outsiders like Luo Han to interfere, which is really worrying about the future.
Fu'an shook his head, and there was no guilt in his heart for scaring the child: "Qianlu, your conditions are so good, wouldn't it be good to find a better place to mix?" "Lao Tzu is the demon king, the queen mother is one of the best in the mortal world, and the uncle is a person in the ghost world with a very high status, no matter which interface has a backstage, he is really born with a good deck of cards, much better than her.
Qianlu, the prince of the demon world, heard her point out her name, and his face changed, and the column of his profile name was obviously not his real nameΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·
"Don't think about it, this sister has been to your birthday party." The people around him rubbed his head and said to Fu'an: "It's easy to know in the next place." β
Fu'an nodded: "I just remembered his identity, Young Master Yi Ming, he really deserves his reputation." β
Yi Ming smiled leisurely: "The little nephew is not sensible, Miss Lao is bothered." β
Fu'an shook his head and walked towards the house himself, ignoring the two people standing in the courtyard.
This is a gesture of send-off.
Entering the main hall alone, Fu'an took off his shoes and threw down the steps, swept the few people kneeling on the ground coldly, and waved them down.
The bare feet touched the ground, the air was cold, and the door was quietly opened,
She planned to go to sleep anyway, and she wouldn't be able to go back to the Buddha realm for the time being.
was about to continue walking, but was hugged by a round white object that suddenly appeared: "Boss, boss, don't go, can't I be wrong?" I want to work, I want to work, I want to serve you, don't ask for my information......"
Fu'an exhaled heavily, dragging his heavy right foot towards the warm bed: "You don't cherish the opportunity you have, little ghost!" Do you know how many times my wife has called you? Do you know that this girl has many sides in the past three days? Do you know how hard it is for this supervisor to deal with this messy Eastern Wilderness? Offend me? Don't think about it in your life! β
Finally moved to the corner of the bed, kicked back the crying Qianlu with a quick kick, raised his hand to lift the bed tent, and was about to throw himself into the arms of the bed when he got up.
Heart-rending child cries echoed under the bed.
Yi Ming, who came over: "...... Β·
The second-generation demon child cried for a while and came back to her senses, realizing that her crying method could not shake the iron heart of her supervisor, and said with a sob: "Some time ago, the passage was forcibly closed, and I realized the crisis, so it was all closed. β
Fu'an sat on the bed, not believing his words, it was right that Luo Han forcibly closed the passage of his supervisor, but before that, she had also contacted the person in front of her.
In the midst of this stalemate, there was a sound of footsteps outside.
"Greetings, please." Someone walked quickly from the door and saluted her: "My lord, something is wrong. β
Fu'an moved between her eyebrows, waved her hand to signal her to get up, she stepped forward and walked through Qianlu's body and whispered: "Chenghe Shangxian and Jiuqu Xingjun seem to be going to fight each other, and now it's time to go into the study for a stick of incense." β
"Where's Lord Luna?"
"In the study."
Yi Ming and Qianlu's illusion technique, this little immortal has not been able to see it, but if Fu'an has the intention to hide it from them, it is not impossible.
She doesn't care.
Raising his eyebrows, he patted his little nephew's shoulder as if soothingly, and then raised his eyes to see Fu'an sneering, she lowered her eyebrows and raised her head for a moment to hide her extreme anger, and said in a small voice: "Close the door of our Fu'an Palace, don't let idlers come in." β
"I knew it was so troublesome, and I wouldn't have come to the Eastern Wilderness if I died." She was not in the Buddha realm at the beginning, because there were many affairs and annoyance, and she was not a patient person.
Luo Han's revenge is another kind of effective.
He wanted her to get involved in the civil strife in the Eastern Wilderness.
His subordinates slammed the handrail of Lihuamu hard, and the boredom in his eyes made Qianlu who came over tremble slightly, and said cautiously: "Why don't you open the passage and go back now?" β
"I can't afford to go back," Fu'an shook his head: "If I forcibly go back, this interface between the two realms will really be abolished." β
There are all worlds in the world, and the passages of all walks of life are opened by using the weak area of the time compression point, so it has the characteristics of opening at a specific time point, even if she is the Buddha, what she is doing now is just using magic to control this time within the specified time, and there is no additional use.
In the early years, these passages could only be allowed when the Buddha was not able to manage them, and now they manage and use it to occupy a place in the world, which is also the extreme, and the harsh conditions are bearable, after all, the Buddha is not a god, nor a demon.