Swish!

The owner, who has been away from his nest for many days, has returned again.

In the main hall of Xiaoyao Palace, several of Ming Xiaoyang's personal maids were busy with their own affairs.

Unexpectedly, a flower appeared in front of him, and his own master appeared again.

Boom!

Ming Xiaoyang's wide sleeves trembled, and a cute little fox appeared from it, landed on the brocade couch in the hall, and turned into a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Take the little jade girl down to recuperate and rest!" Ming Xiaoyang instructed the subordinates around him.

"Yes, Mako-kun."

Two clever girls stepped forward and helped Xiaoyu down. A delicate maid made a look at Ming Xiaoyang even more secretly.

"What's wrong?" Returning to Xiaoyao Palace, Ming Xiaoyang felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, extremely depressed, and puzzled.

"I'm coming." An extremely familiar voice of Ming Xiaoyang sounded behind him, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his coquettish voice.

Ming Xiaoyang turned around and saw Concubine Luo Shen standing behind him.

"Concubine Mi?" Ming Xiaoyang said unexpectedly, "Why are you here?" ”

Concubine Mi looked at Xiao Yu, who was just out of the hall, and said leisurely: "If you are bored in Luoshui, you will come to this Jiuhua Mountain for a walk." ”

"I don't know where a certain negative man who has been abandoned from the beginning to the beginning has gone, and he has made this palace wait for several months."

One day in heaven and one year on earth.

Ming Xiaoyang was only delayed in the heavenly court for a few hours, and a whole few months had passed in the world.

"Huh." Ming Xiaoyang naturally came to Concubine Mi's side, stretched out a hand, and hugged the slippery waist, "I'm sorry, let Concubine Mi be in a hurry." ”

"Later, will Ben Zhenjun make amends to you?"

In the end, Ming Xiaoyang looked at Concubine Mi meaningfully, and the depths of her eyes exuded an unknown fiery heat.

Concubine Mi's face was flushed, her head was lowered, her two slender jade fingers grabbed the placket of her clothes, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Badass!"

"Hahaha." Ming Xiaoyang didn't shy away from the existence of other subordinates in the hall, so he picked up Concubine Mi by the waist and laughed loudly, "I'm just a villain, but don't you like it too?" ”

"Giggle." The laughter as crisp as a silver bell sounded, Concubine Mi looked up at Ming Xiaoyang, like a girl who had just fallen in love, Ming Xiaoyang looked down at Concubine Mi, like a young man who loved the goddess.

But only they know that in the depths of each other's eyes, there is not even a bit of affection.

Lustful and ruthless!

These four words are the best description of the relationship between each other.

Swish!

Silently, a divine sense shot out from the center of Ming Xiaoyang's eyebrows, pierced through the void, and swept into the distance.

With Concubine Mi's ability, she didn't find Ming Xiaoyang's small movements.

………………

Liu.

After being put down from heaven by Taishang Laojun, the embarrassed Agarwood returned to his hometown and made money by making lanterns with his father Liu Yanchang.

lost his mana, and agarwood also lost his fighting spirit, and he no longer had the slightest faith to fight against heaven, and regained the craftsmanship he had inherited since childhood.

If things hadn't changed, maybe his life would have gone on so simply.

However, in this world, there is never any if.

On this day, in the grove outside Liujia Village.

A brilliant divine consciousness appeared, condensed in the void, and turned into a figure in white clothes and silver hair.

Divine Thought Incarnation!

"What the hell, Ben Zhenjun is watching the show, every time he is dragged into the water by Yang Jian, a bastard, and becomes an actor."

After speaking, the originally illusory figure gradually became solid, and the figure changed, and the white clothes turned into gray-black robes.

His face is not good-looking, revealing a dull anger from the heart.

Liu Yanchang!

This is clearly another Liu Yanchang.

Trample!

didn't take a few steps, and Liu Yanchang, who was transformed by Ming Xiaoyang, met a figure exactly like himself.

The same appearance, similar temperament, the real Liu Yanchang.

On Liu Yanchang's back, he was still carrying a bundle of dry firewood, which should have just finished picking up firewood in the woods and wanted to go home.

"Who are you?" Liu Yanchang was stunned, and there was a trace of anger from the bottom of his eyes in his eyes, and the light of the Buddha converged.

Rejoice in the Arhats, take back their cultivation, and want to suppress the demons who dare to pretend to be themselves!

"This little ability, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me." Ming Xiaoyang pursed his lips disdainfully, and a burst of mana shot out of his eyes.

Syllable!

Liu Yanchang, to be precise, Huanxi Arhat was imprisoned, his spirit was blurred, his six senses were closed, and there were countless more plausible pictures in his mind.

Restrained Liu Yanchang casually, Ming Xiaoyang grabbed it, and started with the firewood that fell from his arms, and then a surge of mana, Liu Yanchang's whole person disappeared in place.

"The Three Virgins' vision is really not ordinarily bad." Ming Xiaoyang looked at the direction where Liu Yanchang disappeared, and criticized, "A mere stalker can make her tempted and give birth to children for the other party." ”

"It's good that Ben Zhenjun didn't include her in the harem, otherwise it would only lower the quality of Ben Zhenjun's harem."

Trample! Trample! Trample! ……

Before the words fell, Ming Xiaoyang held the firewood and slowly stepped into Liujia Village.

Liu's Lantern Workshop!

Taking off his gorgeous clothes and putting on the coarse cloth clothes he had at home in the past, Liu Shenxiang held a piece of yellow paper and pasted a lantern.

The bamboo and wood chips have been tied a long time ago, as long as the yellow paper is glued well and then dried, it can be taken out and sold.

In these nearby villages, they are the only ones who sell lanterns, and although their lives are not too good, they are still passable.

Creak!

Make a lantern, set it aside, take the bamboo pieces and continue to weave them. Unexpectedly, the closed door suddenly opened.

"Dad, are you back?" Agarwood raised her head and saw her father walk in, and said happily.

Father?

After several lifetimes, Ming Xiaoyang has been a Lao Tzu once, but he is indifferent to that son, and he is not very close.

At this time, I heard a woman who used to like her call herself her father, knowing that she was pretending.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but fortunately he was not discovered by Agarwood.

"Agarwood." Ming Xiaoyang, who was pretending to be Liu Yanchang, said naturally, "When you finish the little work at hand, Dad will take you out." ”

"Get out?" Agarwood took dry firewood from his father's arms, "Dad, what are we going out for?" ”

"Where?"

Ming Xiaoyang said calmly: "This, you don't care about it for now, when you get to the place, you will understand." ”

"Okay, Daddy." Agarwood hung his head and said dejectedly.

After continuing to say a few words, Ming Xiaoyang took matters into his own hands, pasted a few lanterns, became a merchant who sold lanterns, and sold the lanterns.

If it weren't for the help of heaven, it would not be easy to hide from agarwood.

People who get along day and night are often the most difficult to pretend.

According to Tianxin's calculations, Ming Xiaoyang imitated Liu Yanchang's words and deeds, and even some unknown habits.

fell in the eyes of Agarwood, but he felt that his father seemed to be a little strange, but he didn't raise suspicions, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

The "father and son" continued to live in the past sixteen years and lived a dull life.