Jiuxiao, Si Ming Xingjun's mansion ushered in an uninvited guest.

Si ordered to burn incense and bathe before he dared to come to visit.

"The little god pays homage to the Zhongtian Ziwei Arctic Emperor." Si Ming fell to the ground, not daring to raise his head, and he didn't know what kind of wind blew this god in.

Emperor Ziwei is in charge of the heavens and latitudes, the sun, the moon and the stars, and the stars such as the Beidou, and is in charge of the life of all beings.

"Get up, Si Ming." Emperor Ziwei's voice was not as clear as that of ordinary men, but slightly hoarse, with some magnetism.

Si Ming trembled and got up, only dared to glance at the Ziwei Emperor with his afterglow, he hadn't seen him for a few years, and the face of the Ziwei Emperor had a sense of vicissitudes, and his appearance was like that of a mortal about thirty years old, his face was like a knife, his eyes were like stars, and his eyebrows were full of innate majesty.

"I don't know what Emperor Ziwei commanded when he came to the Little God's Mansion." Si Ming's appearance is considered to be mean, but it will never be as harmless as it looks on the surface, he is in charge of the number of mortal lives, and with a stroke of the pen, he can decide a person's fate, and life is interesting, but sometimes there is an occasional bad taste, which makes people disagree.

Emperor Ziwei took a few steps forward, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the portrait above the middle and top of the hall, the enshrined father, and a golden phoenix resting next to him.

"Please write your life." After a while, Emperor Ziwei explained his intention.

Si Ming was already standing with weak legs and stomachs, and some of them were frightened, and when he heard this, he hurriedly received the order: "Si Ming is the responsibility of the little god, I don't know whose life the emperor wants to write?" ”

"His life." Emperor Ziwei raised his hand and pointed to the phoenix on the portrait.

"This 、、、 this 、、、" Si Ming looked at the fingers of Emperor Ziwei, his back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and his legs couldn't stop trembling, even if he gave him 10,000 guts, he didn't dare to take this errand, that was the true portrait of Fenghua Shengzun, Shengzun was above the Six Realms, who dared to control his life.

"The Holy Venerable has a calamity, and he needs to go down to the mortal world, and this calamity is difficult to cross, and if he is not careful, he will endanger the safety of the Six Realms, so you need to write down his mortal life in a very rough way, so that he can suffer a lot in the mortal world, so as to help him resolve this calamity." Crape Myrtle the Great explained why.

Si Ming still didn't dare to agree, he could foresee that if he really took this job, he would die a miserable death.

But Emperor Ziwei couldn't allow Si Ming to refuse, and said a more powerful message: "The Netherworld Holy Spirit will descend to earth together, mourning, the suffering of evil, Si Ming, this fate, you think about it, how to write it." ”

After Emperor Ziwei said this, he left, and patted Si Ming's shoulder before leaving, as if he was giving comfort, but only Si Ming knew, most of the warnings contained here, this fate, it was not easy to write, it was too smooth, it was not conducive to the catastrophe, it was too bumpy, and when the two old gods returned to their true bodies, his road to Si Ming was estimated to have come to an end.

Si Ming wanted to cry without tears, meditated hard, and overnight, he almost boiled up to the top, but this number of lives finally came out of a general figure.

Emperor Ziwei's Ziwei Palace, the child has been fine, and he has returned to the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old boy again, pacing back and forth at the door, waiting for an echo, and seeing the figure of Emperor Ziwei coming back, he hurriedly greeted him.

"It's done." Emperor Ziwei nodded, indicating that the matter had been done.

"As soon as the Emperor Ziwei made a move, he knew that there was wood." Mi'er said flatteringly, and a big stone in his heart was finally put down.