As for the person who saved the confused husband, it was not found out, the confused husband was so drunk at the time, it was good to be able to remember what happened to him, how could he be asked to remember the appearance of others. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the knife that will turn the evil ghost into a pool of clear water has been discovered, and it is exactly the same as the legendary demon sword Aota.

Out of gratitude to the demon knife Qingtian, and to prevent any more demons and monsters from being entangled in the future, the confused husband changed his son's name, and he was called Qingtian!

"That confused husband is my father." Qingtian said.

"That's still ...... What a coincidence. Xiao didn't know what to say. He smiled tactfully and said embarrassedly, "Oba, I'm sorry, I want to go to the bathroom." ”

"I'll send you!" After Qingtian said this sentence without a head, he felt regretful. Tailgating a young woman to the toilet is something that a pervert would do in a movie.

Do you want to go with me to the men's or women's restroom? Sure enough, Xiao Jing firmly refused: "No need, it's embarrassing." ”

He decided to grease the soles of his feet and quickly slip away. He pricked up his ears as he danced and eavesdropped on the conversations on the entire dance floor. Most of the dancefloors are filled with aristocratic sons, millionaires, and vulgar drinkers, and it seems that if you continue to pester, you won't get much useful information.

It's just that the legendary little prince has never been able to meet.

He said goodbye to Eisen, who was the doorman, lifted the hem of his skirt, and walked down the hallway to his room in his high heels. The decoration of the Blue Sky Hotel is very well designed, and the dim light in the corridor adds a layer of layering of light and shadow to the oil paintings on the wall.

The content of the oil painting is a long, long time ago, and you don't usually have to worry about the blood-stained helmet rolling under your feet. Xiao unconsciously quickened his pace, he wanted to get out of here quickly. Because the characters on the painting are lifelike.

The painting depicts the end of the world, Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, a dispute that cannot be avoided in any way.

Xiao was the first to see the harbinger of dusk, which was a harsh winter that mankind had never encountered. The snow kept falling, the frost froze the earth, the bitter cold wind howled in the dark sky, and the storms and rains continued without sunlight.

There were three miserable winters like this one in succession, and there was no summer in between, and every day was a miserable day. All the hopes of summer were disappointed. The snow kept falling, and it was freezing everywhere.

In the bitter cold, the universe is filled with the shadow of war and conflict, and the beasts of the wilderness wander around in search of food. People no longer forgive and help each other, fratricidal, father and son, kill each other in an ugly competition of lust.

finally walked through a corridor covered with snow-white oil paintings, but Xiao Jing's heart became cold because of the tragic image on the painting. In the next corridor, he saw a world full of sin and terror, and even the earth trembled, and the sea cracked. There were too many dead to count, vultures swirling in the air to eat the dead, sin rampant, blood staining the land. The souls of countless sinners fought across the River Styx, and even the color of the river was obscured.

At dusk, the inhabitants of the "Land of the Giants", "Land of the Goblins" and the "Atrium", the gods of the "Land of the Gods" and the "Land of the Dead" will be destroyed along with the world they inhabit.

The entire corridor was too long, and Xiao threw off his high heels and ran forward desperately. There is something strange about this corridor, and the exit is getting farther and farther away from itself. Xiao Jing looked back, the oil paintings on the wall had changed different plots, and Aisen, who was standing at the entrance of the dance floor, was still standing next to Xiao Jing.

He had run at least one or two hundred meters, but Director Eisen was still standing beside him. He waved to Eisen and shouted to him, but the other party stood still and remained indifferent like a wooden man.

He can't see me? Xiao actually thought.

He held out his hand to Eisen, wanting to see if there was any gap between them. Unexpectedly, the scenery on Aisen's side immediately distorted, and the walls and his distance towards Xiao Jing shifted, and everything was moving away from Xiao Jing.

Xiao actually heard the sound of horses whistling behind him and turned back in horror. He saw a teenager looking at the picture scroll in front of him with a childish face.

The painting shows a steed looking down on the boy proudly. The boy wore a hollowed-out gold silk robe and a jade jade pendant. He straightened the hair that had fallen to his forehead, rolled up his sleeves and bent respectfully, as if to salute the god of the steed depicted in the painting.

Odin, Lord of the Gods, rode his eight-hoofed steed, Sleipner, at the front of the procession. Armed with an invincible spear and armor made of silver, he wears a golden helmet on his head like the sun in the darkness, guiding the gods and the warriors of death.

Humility to God, however, is also a matter of course. It's just that Xiao didn't expect that after the young man finished saluting, he spat on Odin seriously.

Such a great sin that he insulted God! Fortunately, there were no faithful believers here, otherwise the boy would have been tied to the cross and burned to death.

"It's finally here." The young man was gentle and elegant, giving Xiao Jing a soft feeling exuded by Lantian nephrite. He was like a candle in this dark corridor, although the light was faint, but the warm colors still rendered Xiao Jing.

At this time, the young man couldn't connect with the blasphemous god just now, and Xiao actually began to wonder if spitting on something he liked would be a custom in the imperial city.

The young man had a calm look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice made Xiao actually have an illusion of belonging, as if the young man had been waiting for him for a long time. Like a housewife, she welcomed her husband home at home, and said lightly:

"Welcome home."

Of course, the young man didn't say that kind of intimate and misleading words, he asked Xiao Jing: "Should I call you Sister Xiao Jingjing, or Brother Xiao Jing?" ”

"Call me Iron Rider, don't be too intimate. The status of the little prince is noble, but it is not something that I can compare with a puppet. Xiao didn't intend to have much to do with the teenager in front of him, this corridor was too weird, and the teenager who could stay here without panic, Xiao didn't think he was a good stubble.

I had heard about the little prince when I was on the dance floor before, and Xiao actually staggered the time of dancing and the time when the little prince went to the toilet. This corridor leads to the toilet, and combined with the young man's gorgeous costume and age judgment, it is not difficult for Xiao to guess the identity of the young man.

The little prince of the blue sky bird, Edward Gen. As a royal disciple from the side room, his own power has not been able to grow, because he has been ostracized and hindered by various brothers. The power of his family is not strong, and it is not because his mother gave birth to a son to the emperor that he soared...... Because the imperial concubine Rose monopolized the emperor, the birth of the source was not blessed in the first place.