A girl who is smart, but has rarely experienced the world after all, is extremely flustered when she learns that the man she admires will face a desperate situation.

"Why not?" Ming Xiaoyang rolled her eyes at the eighth sister. "Eighth princess, when Ben Zhenjun was the god of justice, I heard the queen mother say more than once that you are her smartest daughter."

"But your current performance really doesn't deserve this title at all. Think for yourself, change, maybe not bloodshed? ”

"With your Erlang cousin's reputation over the years, who else is more suitable than him to be a sacrifice for change!"

"This?" When the eighth sister heard this, she was stunned, and her delicate body was soft.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she knew very well in her heart that the former judicial god who was sitting in front of her now was not wrong at all.

Lu Xueqi, who was as cold as frost, still said nothing, only a trace of recognition was released in her eyes.

She's just cold, not stupid.

"And what are you coming to me for?" After being silent for a long time, digesting the shock brought by Ming Xiaoyang's words, the eighth sister turned pale and asked rhetorically.

Ming Xiaoyang said confidently: "Ben Zhenjun has already said it, I just want you to do Ben Zhenjun a favor." ”

"What's the busy?" Unexpectedly learned that the cousin Erlang, whom she admired the most, was about to face the situation of nine deaths and one life, the eighth sister asked in despair.

"Rest assured, this is definitely a favor that doesn't do you any harm." Ming Xiaoyang grabbed it and grabbed a delicate jade pot from the void, and the aura of heaven and earth converged and condensed into a beautiful wine bottle.

"Eighth princess, do you think Yang Jian and I are friends?" As he spoke, Ming Xiaoyang poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The sweet and spicy drink spreads between the lips and teeth, bringing a sense of comfort.

"Of course not." The eighth sister recovered and said categorically.

Even if there is not much contact, the intelligent eighth sister accurately grasped the relationship between Ming Xiaoyang and Yang Jian.

These two men are neither friends nor enemies, nor friends and foes!

"Do I owe him then?" Ming Xiaoyang opened his eyes wide, looked at the eighth sister, and asked again.

The eighth sister shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Of course you don't owe Erlang's cousin, but Erlang's cousin owes you." ”

"That's right." Ming Xiaoyang said in great distress, "He is neither my friend nor my benefactor, even if he really dies, for him, he is also seeking benevolence and having no regrets." ”

"But why did Ben Zhenjun treat the aftermath of this stupidest and most intelligent idiot and madman, I shouldn't be crazy, right?"

"You mean?" A rich ecstasy floated, and the eighth sister's beautiful eyes widened, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief.

What does he mean by that?

Could it be that he wants to save Erlang's cousin?

"Hahahaha." Wanton laughter sounded, and Ming Xiaoyang pulled up Lu Xueqi's smooth and soft jade hand, and left with a wild laugh.

Creak!

The Kunlun Secret Realm was closed again, leaving only the princess of the Heavenly Court, who had been imprisoned in Kunlun for a hundred years, with a changing expression.

Jiro cousin!

The girl's heart turned, the eighth sister's jade hand was placed on her chest, and her pale and dull cherry lips opened lightly, and she murmured in her heart.

………………

"What do you want that little princess to do for you?" Leaving the Kunlun Secret Realm, Ming Xiaoyang had no intention of continuing to stay in Kunlun Mountain, pulled Lu Xueqi, and left Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, she remained silent and didn't say a word, only making people wonder if she was a mute Lu Xueqi Fang who spoke.

Her beautiful eyes stared, and she looked at the white-clothed and silver-haired man beside her in confusion.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing." Ming Xiaoyang explained to Lu Xueqi, "If it's a bad thing, I won't ask someone to help, but directly send my subordinates." ”

Lu Xueqi remembered her own personal experience and thought deeply of her jaw.

"It's rare that a bastard like you will have a good day to do good?" Gorgeous eyes fell on Ming Xiaoyang's body, Lu Xueqi said.

Ming Xiaoyang sighed: "No way, I'm just a bastard, but I'm not a demon who has lost his conscience." ”

"If you can, I'll do something good!"

"Huh." Hearing this, Lu Xueqi couldn't hold back any longer, her cherry lips pursed slightly, and she let out a crisp laugh like a wind chime.

Pleasant laughter echoed in the clouds, and two equally snow-white figures disappeared in the sea of clouds, never to be seen again.

………………

"As long as I can get Chang'e's sincerity, I am willing to go down to the sky, erect a flag as a demon, and see what the heavenly court can do with me?"

Long loneliness, lonely life, incomparably isolated among the immortals, almost betrayed relatives.

Unconsciously, the love thread that was buried deep in the soul and was broken by Ming Xiaoyang took root and became an indescribable dream.

By chance, Yang Jian picked up one of Chang'e's lost earrings, and since then he has kept it by his side and kept it close to him.

Unexpectedly, she was discovered by her sister, the Third Virgin Yang Chan, Yang Chan tested her brother and learned that her indifferent brother was so affectionate that he was willing to betray Heaven for the sake of love.

Thinking of his good sister, Chang'e, who had been lonely for so many years, went to Guanghan Palace to ask Chang'e about this matter.

However, Chang'e is extremely shameful about what Yang Jian has done over the past hundreds of years, and she is not willing to accept Yang Jian's feelings at all.

Click!

Yang Jian, who was hiding in the shadows, heard Chang'e's cold refusal, and punched a crystal clear jade tree beside him.

The fragile Yushu could not withstand the angry punch of the First God of War in the Heavenly Court, and was beaten to pieces on the spot.

The entire trunk of the tree shattered and fell to the mortal world.

"Second brother."

"Yang Jian!"

Yang Chan and Chang'e's mana, compared with Yang Jian, is too far away, and after hearing the movement from the jade forest, he found that Yang Jian was also there.

Sou!

Seeing that he had broken the jade tree by mistake, Yang Jian's figure flashed and rushed towards the world, intending to recover the broken jade tree fragments and make up for some of his mistakes.

Tick!

The jade tree in the Guanghan Palace was transformed by the eyelashes after the death of the great god Pangu, and when it came into contact with the red dust of the world, it immediately turned into water droplets.

Whoa!

A downpour fell, and a bamboo forest fell on the world, turning into a lake before the bamboo forest.

The bright mirror-like lake is set in front of the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest, which is said to be elegant and quiet, is like a beautiful picture.

Trample!

Yang Jian followed the fragments of the jade tree to this bamboo forest, and when he saw this scene, his mind turned and he had mixed feelings.

The silver-armored black-clad god of justice stood in front of the lake, not knowing what to say.

"Hey." Just when Yang Jian Feng was mourning his failed love, a dissatisfied voice came from his ears.

"Yang Jian, do you know that you almost turned me into a soup chicken just now?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Jian instantly came back to his senses, looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw two snow-white figures appear in front of him.

A man and a woman, the man is handsome and evil, and the woman is as cold as the moon.