(Inside the Yama Hall of the Underworld)

Huang Lei sat quietly on the throne made of obsidian, leaning on the armrest with his elbows, his palms half clasped on his temples, thinking about the whereabouts of Ye Kite, at this time, he saw Huai Yu rushing in from outside the palace in a panic, "Your Majesty, it's not good, the guards said that Meng'er is making trouble again!"

As soon as Huai Yu's words fell, the lights of the dark flower on the top of the Yama Hall began to flash, and Huang Lei was startled, and patted his head, it's terrible! It's the sixth day of the first month today! It's just that there have been too many things to worry about recently, and I forgot about this difficult ghost spirit.

The ghost king spirit, the soul of the ghost town artifact of the ghost bead, the age is unknown, the god of heaven gave it to the ancestor of the ghost together with the ghost bead thousands of years ago, and the soul stone for the ghost royal family on his behalf.

Before Huang Lei could answer, the entire Yama Hall shook in an instant, and the ground began to shake violently, Huang Lei subconsciously grabbed the armrest of the throne with both hands, Huai Yu did not stand firm and fell directly to the ground, rolled to the palace gate, and the furnishings in the hall were all out of place with this vibration.

At this time, I only heard a crackling sound, which was the sound of the rows of large weapons falling to the ground by the palace wall.

Huai Yu, who was lying on the ground, calmed down and quickly recited the mantra, only to see the black nails on his ten fingers growing rapidly, and they all pierced into the ground, so that he was able to stabilize his center of gravity.

Huang Lei frowned and shouted, "Marshal!

At this moment, a black-robed young man suddenly appeared in the center of the main hall, looking like a mortal sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man is suspended in the air, standing in the wind, his eyebrows and eyes are handsome, his face is exquisite, his black hair is fluttering, like the breeze blowing, if he is commented on by poetry, his face is like the sun and the moon picking the stars, there is only such a person in the world.

The young man's expression was calm, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and said, "The minister is here." ”

"What are you waiting for?!!" Huang Lei urged.

"Yes, Your Majesty. As soon as the young man's voice fell, Huang Lei seemed to think of something, and hurriedly added: "Go directly in the future!"

The young man paused, and then said respectfully, "No." ”

Soon after the boy disappeared, the shaking of the Yama Hall gradually subsided, and Huang Lei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Huai Yu, who was still clasped on the ground with his hands firmly on the ground, raised his head slightly, looked around, and saw that the light and shadow cast by the dark flower lantern on the top of the palace gradually stopped shaking, so he also exhaled, withdrew his nails, stood up and said, "Your Majesty is frightened." ”

Huang Lei couldn't help but sigh lightly, "It's all my fault, I've been worrying too much lately, and I've forgotten about such a big thing." ”

Huai Yu walked up to the throne in a broken step to the Huanglei, bowed his body and whispered: "Your Majesty, what did you mean just now, did you acquiesce to the generalissimo Xiao that you can enter and exit the Xiaoyang Pool at will in the future?"

"Not at will, unless a foreign invasion, or...... Like today. "Huang Lei Dao.

In fact, the ghost king's mood is one thing, and I don't have to see Xiaolie.

Although the actual age of the ghost king should be older than Grandpa Huanglei's grandfather, it looks like a fat and tender baby, cute and cute, so it is named Meng'er.

It has a round rumbling head and a fat belly, and its heart is about the same age as a child, and its favorite thing to do is to sleep in the Horror Pool, or crawl around on the Death Bead.

To say that it was happy and leisurely in the divine realm back then, and during the thousands of years when it was sent to the earth ghosts, it was also provided by the kings of the past dynasties with good food and drink, carefree, eating, sleeping and eating every day, never saw any fierce and evil faces, let alone the wicked people who stretched out their hands to take their lives;

But it was that foreign invasion that made the ghost king see Xiaolie for the first time.

At that time, Xiaolie was in front of it, elegant and elegant, but unstoppable; Meng'er timidly hid behind the Death Bead and looked at him, looking at him with one enemy and three enemies, fearless eyes, looking at his desperate figure and fighting bloodily; looking at the last of his face lying in a pool of blood, still fresh and beautiful.

Since then, this little guy has been grateful to Xiaolie, and he will never forget it, as long as he doesn't see Xiaolie for a while, he will cry and make trouble, shout and scream.

If it's an ordinary creature, it's your own business to call like this, but this cute child can't be called out, then it's like Fang Cai shaking the earth, if you let it make trouble like this for a day, I'm afraid that the whole ghost will be shaken down.

As the ghost king's Huanglei is also a headache, after all, the Yang Pond is a forbidden place for the royal family, not only the artifact, but also the ghost royal family and the soul stone of the important ministers and generals, the ancestral precepts stipulate that except for the members of the royal family, no one else can enter at will, but this little guy has a deep affection for Xiao Lie, and the mood is almost fatal, not from it before, but let Huang Lei taste all the hardships, so I had to discuss with it on the fifth day of the first month of each month, let Xiao Lie play with it for a day and a half, if nothing else, just want to be a peace of the whole country.

I remembered this beforehand, but I didn't expect the little guy to have such a good memory, and it was only a day too late, and it rebelled again.

(Inside the Pond)

"You're not good again?" said Xiao Yeo, standing at the gate of the Forbidden Land, with a smile.

"Who let my brother not come to see Meng'er for so long!" a little baby lay on the Death Bead, holding its chin with both hands, and tilting its little fat legs, looking complaining.

"It's been a bit busy lately. Xiao Yeol laughed.

"Brother is lying!It must be that my brother doesn't like Meng'er!" The ghost king muttered, turned over, and continued to lie on his stomach.

The Death Bead is seven feet in diameter, suspended on the Horror Pool, its size is just enough to hold up an adult, because of Meng'er's petite body, so even if it stretches its limbs and turns over twice, it will not roll down.

Xiao Lie slowly walked to the edge of the Yang Pond and soothed: "How come, my brother likes Meng'er." ”

As soon as the little guy heard the music, he jumped into the Horror Pond and disappeared.

Xiao Yeol smiled slightly, squatted down, and stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

After a while, a small white and tender hand appeared from the water, put it on his palm, and then a round head appeared.

Xiao Yeol pulled it up, and with his other hand, he skilfully picked it up, and the little guy's fat and bulging ass sat on his arm.

Meng'er happily put her hands around Xiaolie's neck, her whole body was pressed against his chest, her head stretched out, and she slammed his handsome face.

Xiaolie seems to have long been accustomed to Meng'er's affectionate action, and he also kissed its head, hugging its back with one hand, as if hugging his own child.

"My brother will definitely come again tomorrow. Meng'er said and kissed him on the face again.

"Oh?" Xiao Lie touched its little ears and asked with interest, "What do you think about Meng'er again?"

"Tomorrow my brother will be thirty-eight thousand six hundred and twelve years old, and Meng'er is going to celebrate my brother's birthday!"

It's a birthday again...... Every time Xiaolie heard the word birthday, his eyes couldn't help but dim, himself, is he still alive......

In fact, because Meng'er is a life-locking god, so any living being in front of it, the age is transparent, this complex number even Xiaolie himself has forgotten, maybe because he has been dead for too long, who will remember the birthday? If it weren't for seeing Meng'er, he wouldn't know that he had been dead for more than 30,000 years......

Xiaolie was about to say something, but Meng'er suddenly frowned, covered her heart with her hands, and curled up.

"Meng'er, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Lie looked a little surprised.

"Brother, Meng'er is uncomfortable......"

Xiao Lie was stunned, how could this be? What else in this world could make the ghost king uncomfortable?

Could it be......

Lingsheng Jade!