Although he had guessed it just now, from the mouth of the green soul, he still felt incredible.

In order to save the face that was poked by the otaku, the heavenly realm is so generous?

It's too much. People have developed to the point where they can open a school, and everything starts again from the primitive era. The life is miserable, and it feels too small to describe it. Perhaps in the eyes of the immortals at that time, the development of human civilization was like the beginning of a game of chess. If the beginning of the chess game is not good, it is better to ruin it and play again, and there is no need to have any compassion for the chess pieces.

Probably it was this kind of contempt from above that annoyed the otaku. She came out of a small temple god, and was blessed by the incense in the world to develop and grow, and naturally has a deep affection for the world. The Heavenly Realm used the practice of "Heavenly Punishment" at that time, which was tantamount to raiding her home in her base camp.

I really can't bear it.

It's a pity that I can't do my best, and I do bad things with good intentions.

"What prayers did the people of that life have before they die?"

The green soul raised the stubborn head that had not yet matured, and said loudly: "Punish the sky!"

Cattle!

The crusade group is called "Heavenly Punishment", and you have to "Punish the Heavens", this wish, tsk! Terrific.

It's hard to imagine how the otaku girl who was saved her soul and reborn as a demon by this kind of "punishing the heavens" prayer would behave. Now that I think about it, it was not for nothing that the gods joined forces to crusade against the God of War couple at that time. After all, the otaku girl is a demon who grew up with such a prayer, and the backbone grows in her heart. And the god of war was a very influential god at that time. To say that the otaku girl and the god of war are married purely for love, it is hard to believe even the prison painting.

It's no wonder that the Heavenly Realm is so nervous, trying its best to throw this hot potato to the underworld.

"According to what you say, the otaku girl may not be born this time just to avenge herself. If she still has this idea of 'punishing the sky', Lu Shen, personal grievances and so on are just smoke bombs. ”

Qing Soul didn't seem to want to admit it, but after thinking about it, he nodded anyway.

"Looks like you were right last time. The otaku girl has appeared, and there may really be changes in this world. ”

"Now is a peaceful and prosperous era, and the 'Heavenly Punishment' has long been canceled. Although the otaku's ambition sounds great, what you have to do now is to protect yourself. ”

"I don't just want to protect myself." He sighed deeply. If it had been before, she might have just had to pull her dad into the team that needed to be preserved. However, now there is another Xue Yan. Let her completely ignore it, she can't do it. But let her take care of it, and there is nothing she can do. The problem that guy faced was no better than his own. It's a disaster.

It's not that Qing Soul doesn't understand the idea of prison painting at this time. He wasn't too much in favor of pulling Xue Yan into his camp. This adds a lot of difficulty. But seeing the sigh of the prison painting, he still spoke: "Perhaps, we have a better way."

Two hours later, Xue Yan opened the door and welcomed Erlang God Yang Jian into the house with a bewildered expression.

"Why are you here?" As soon as Xue Yan asked, he heard the sound of the door opening the door in the next room. The prison painting and the green soul walked out one after the other, and without saying a word, they walked in and closed the door.

Xue Yan, Yang Jian, prison painting, and Qing Soul sat around. Among them, Xue Yan and Yang Jian were both confused.

"Brother, didn't your daughter-in-law tell you?" Yang Jian whispered and Xue Yan bit their ears, but no matter how small the voice was, it was in the same room, and it couldn't hide from the ears of the prison painting. The prison painting immediately cleared his throat and signaled Yang Jian not to sow discord.

Yang Jian also realized that his behavior was a bit cheap, so he laughed twice and sat up straight.

Xue Yan didn't mean to blame the prison painting, nor did he feel the slightest displeasure, but glanced at the green soul. The hermit painted in prison is looking stranger and stranger these days. Before, he just found that the green soul could be virtualized and realized, and he felt surprised enough. But now it seems that the green soul is already a very complete soul, and there is no trace of the sojourn soul at all. Even, there are some shadows of ghost cultivation.

In fact, Xue Yan's judgment was not wrong at all. If it weren't for the fact that the green soul had hidden his identity in the soul of the prison painting for a long time, he was still stained with the breath of the prison painting all over his body, but he was afraid that the resentment of the green ghost on his body would have been exposed.

After all, Xue Yan is his nominal husband, and he can be regarded as a boyfriend in reality, so it is indeed a bit inappropriate to call Yang Jian over without discussing with him in advance. But now that the situation is urgent, I can't be as calm as Xue Yan, so I still hope to be able to seize a little time to plan in advance.

"I have some ideas with the Green Soul and I want to discuss them with the two of you. Because of this idea, it is now the right time to solve the problems that both of you are facing. ”

Yang Jian didn't care about ridiculing the relationship between Xue Yan and prison painting at this time, and his mind was full of his own problems.

"Prison painting, the idea you are talking about should be more than just a solution to the problems of the two of us, right? Will you benefit from it yourself? ”

Yang Jian's preemptive strike can be regarded as one of the more useful negotiation methods. However, it is not a negotiating situation.

"Whether I can benefit or not, you must cooperate with me. Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao will soon find you. When the heavenly realm finds you, it's better to say, maybe arrange a few heavenly thunders for you and then deduct some money, and punish you for entering the world and reincarnating for a few lifetimes, and that's it. But on the other side of the Heavenly Dao, it will directly hurt your immortal root. You have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't do it. ”

Depend on! Yang Jian scolded in his heart for painting twenty times, and said in his heart, are the little immortals so powerful now? He remembered that in his old days, he still valued seniority very much, and he was eager to shine each other's shoes for the older immortals. How did it become like this now?

"You're threatening me?" Yang Jian's face was a little unbearable.

"It's not a threat, it's an analysis of the pros and cons. Anyway, it's the lord who doesn't care about heaven and earth, and don't think about going back to Yangguan Road when you walk on the single-plank bridge. No one has stipulated a charter for what to do now. Everyone either works together or loses both. ”

Yang Jian was very dissatisfied with the prison painting. The sentence "Heaven and earth do not receive."

"It really hurt him. You must know that he Erlang Zhenjun was also a beautiful figure before this. How do you know that if you say that you will use it, you will use it, and if you say you will abandon it, you will abandon it, and you don't care about it at all. What kind of promise that "we will secretly help you solve the rest of the matter" is simply empty words. He once made an undercover movie in the human world. There is a scene about a policeman who was cheated by someone and completely erased his undercover identity information, and when the club was turned upside down and faced with the police's gunpoint, the despair in his heart.

Now, the scene is repeated.

Yang Jian was embarrassed to stare at the painting, and glared at Xue Yan angrily. Xue Yan smiled at Yang Jian modestly, as if to say: Cheap Nei is so sharp-toothed, don't be surprised, it's good that she didn't beat you.

Bullying.

"And Xue Yan, your question is also very urgent now. I just want to ask you, the letter has not been opened, is your identity as the reincarnation king still there? ”

Xue Yan shook his head, and didn't mind telling himself in front of Yang Jian. He knew that the prison painting had forced Yang Jian and them into a boat. Whatever he wants to do now, he should believe it.

Yang Jian looked at Xue Yan like a monster, as if he wanted to see a flower from Xue Yan. Presumably, he also knew what the reason for Xue Yan not to break the seal. Otherwise, it would not be so surprising.

"It's gone. At that time, a new rotation king was elected, and he had already stepped down after the handover ceremony. ”

The prison painting nodded.

"In that case, you shouldn't be returning to the underworld now, right?"

"That's right."

"Yang Jian, has the news of your escape been made public now?"

Erlang God Yang Jian shook his head: "No." The boss said to sweep the tail for me, but nothing was done, and if he didn't even suppress the news, it would be too much. ”

"Then how did Xue Yan know about you?"

I told him. We are in touch privately. ”

Hearing this, both the prison painting and the green soul breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's easy, we don't have to work too hard." Prison Painting and Green Soul sighed.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Yang Jian asked.

Qing Soul and Prison Painting glanced at each other and nodded.

Next, the green soul informed the two of them of the true identities of himself and the prison painting, as well as the news that the evil god was hiding in the prison painting's body. Yang Jian was so shocked that he couldn't speak, but Xue Yan looked at the green soul for a long time and sighed: "No wonder you and the otaku are so similar, it turns out that it is like this......"

"Actually, I guessed the identity of the otaku not long after I was sent back to Baotuo. The reason why I didn't tell you all this before is because of your identity as the reincarnation king, and knowing the truth may make it difficult for you. On the other hand, I also wish I could solve these problems myself. Prison Painting glanced at Xue Yan with some embarrassment, and seeing that Xue Yan didn't mean to blame, he continued: "And at that time, I was not very sure, with your identity, what would you do after knowing these things......

Xue Yan took the hand of the prison painting at the right time, and the soft touch made the prison painting feel warm in his heart

Warm.

"You're doing a great job. At that time, I would indeed have some scruples about the rules of the underworld because of the constraints of the Heavenly Dao. When the time comes, not only me, but even you will find it difficult. So there are some things that you don't say, and I won't ask. After speaking, Xue Yan's expression became serious again, and he frowned slightly: "But you should tell me as soon as you know such a dangerous thing as the god entering the body." If I knew, I would have found a way to seal it anyway. At this point, it doesn't make much sense to take a stand. Do you know that when the Divine Realm is angry, your little cultivation can't last ten seconds at all. ”

The prison painting stuck out his tongue. Reason told her that this man's speech was too leaky, and it was really dangerous. But the nature of a woman makes her little heart flutter, and she keeps shouting and threatening her to compromise with him.

"So today, we are trying to find a way to solve these problems." The green soul interrupted the deer in prison at the right time to save a girl who was about to fall into the quagmire.

"How?" Yang Jian asked. "I can still understand Xue Yan's problem, as long as I find a way to release that power. Now that chaos is coming, there must be opportunities, but there are some risks. But what about mine? That's it over there, what about the Heavenly Dao? You can't say that you can find a way to destroy the Heavenly Dao, right? ”

When he asked this question, Yang Jian himself felt funny and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Qing Soul nodded, sat upright, and said, "That's right, just like you said."

"!" Yang Jian couldn't help but say a dialect, as if only this dialect with a very local flavor could express the disdain in his heart at this time.

The green soul didn't speak, and neither did the prison painting, and both of them looked at him with straight faces.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

"Damn! You're serious! Yang Jian exclaimed in amazement.

(End of chapter)