Seeing the hesitant look on the face of the Mixed Yuan Emperor, Ming Jiutian knew that this would be the result, and subconsciously smiled.

casually threw the Mixed Yuan Sword to the Mixed Yuan Emperor, and then turned around and wiped the blood on the Mixed Yuan Chisel and put it away.

"Ben Shao knows that what you're worried about is that the Mixed Yuan is invincible, and you are still too serious..."

"But what if the mixed yuan is won? What creatures of all worlds are in Yang Jiyu's eyes, people don't care at all"

"You have also seen this, you keep saying that you have created ten thousand worlds, for the sake of thousands of living beings, this is such a result, don't you think?"

"Is there a feeling of slapping in the face at this moment? So old, or alone, what do you have to be arrogant? ”

"Still glaring? Who wouldn't? You're just idle all day long, and it's not an exaggeration to eat and support yourself."

"Don't just be idle, if you have time, you can go to the next world or something, feel the warmth and coldness of people, marry her a few wives, have nothing to do housework, plough the fields, plow the ground, kneel on the washboard or something, and feel the various states of life..."

After listening to Ming Jiutian's words, the Mixed Yuan Emperor was already stupid, and no one knew what kind of mental activity he was doing at the moment.

Ming Jiutian didn't bother to pay attention to him, the wives at home stewed soup and waited for him to go back to drink, really...

"By the way, if there is really that time, you and I will change sides, and on the way back, Ben Shao will take you..."

As soon as the words fell, Ming Jiutian turned around and walked in the direction of the ancient realm, and after a while, there was no shadow.

Looking at the back of Ming Jiutian leaving, the eyebrows of the Mixed Yuan Emperor gradually relaxed, for him, maybe people like them are indeed suitable to feel the various states of life.

At the same time, the headquarters of Wushou Nantianmen was quiet, and Zhuge Jinglun had been gathered in the council hall for many days.

In addition to the governors of Wushou, there are also a group of family members in the ninth day of the Ming Dynasty, wives and children, and dozens of people.

"Ladies, listen to the old man, before the situation is clear, let's go back and wait first..."

In the face of the female dependents of Ming Jiutian, Zhuge Jinglun, the emperor from all walks of life, was also helpless.

At present, the brothers of Wushou have been blocked in the main hall by these family members of Ming Jiutian for many days, and no one can leave if they can't see Ming Jiutian people come back.

"Sir, our sisters are not unreasonable, they just left without saying a word for nine days, and they didn't say anything, so when will they come back, they have to say something, right?" The eldest lady Ye Ziling responded.

"Mrs. Dongjia, we don't know where the owner went or when he left, and as for when he will come back, we don't know..."

Think about it, outside, what is Mr. Zhuge status, aside from the sage book, just the ability to fill the world with peach and plum is a reason to be respected.

But now, being blocked here by a group of family members in Ming Jiutian, I can't leave, and I can't explain clearly, so it's really a dilemma.

"How's that going to work? Sir, just say what you know, we are also mentally prepared..."Ye Ziling hurriedly said.

"Alas... That's it, it's very likely that the big proprietor used time and space means to forcibly return to the past, and it is very likely that the time node given by Bai Ling will go..."Zhuge Jinglun said helplessly.

If this is the case, according to the time calculation, several days have passed on the 15th of July, and the ninth day of tomorrow has indeed not returned.

Things that are not in the same time dimension, these people here also have no way to start, so they can only follow and do it in a hurry.

Xu really can't help it, a group of family members in Ming Jiutian finally stopped pestering, and returned to the Naughty Heaven Courtyard in one go.

As soon as everyone returned to the courtyard, before they could sit down, they asked about the smell of food.

Obviously no one is there, so who cooks the food?

"Who is it? Who's there? The women were puzzled and hurriedly shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

You must know that no one can enter this place except for Ming Jiutian's family, and for the sake of safety, the women immediately protected the children behind them.

Not long after the words fell, I saw a figure with an apron on his body and a rice shovel in his hand running over.

Except for the two pots of black on his face, this figure looks like Ming Jiutian no matter how you look at it.

Seeing this scene, the women were also stunned, isn't this Ming Jiutian, when will they come back?

"Uh... What else to watch? After cleaning up, you can start eating..."Ming Jiutian wiped his face, looking dazed.

"You're back? What... When did you come back? The women were equally puzzled.

Speaking of which, Ming Jiutian did come back for a while, but when he came back, he found that there was no one at home, so he simply made a meal on a whim.

"I'm back early, don't be stunned, today I will show you a hand, let you taste the craftsmanship of your hometown..."

Leaving the women and a group of children looking at each other, have they waited in vain for the past few days?

Fortunately, Ming Jiutian is indeed back now, what happened in this, Ming Jiutian is reluctant to say more, and they naturally don't want to ask.

In the end, the dinner was spent in the joy and laughter, as if it had never been more harmonious than ever.

Time flies, but in a classroom of Qintian Academy, there are many children gathered, most of whom have silver hair.

At the moment, he was sitting at the desk with his chin on his lean, listening attentively to the young man at the desk, and he looked very serious.

"This is the end of the story, now the class is over...", the young man said with a smile on his face.

"No, Uncle Rake, you haven't said whether my father has come back or not..."At this time, a child who seemed to be the youngest was arguing unrelentingly.

"Hey, little Luoluo, you are the youngest here, and you have the most problems, you stupid boy, if your father doesn't come back, then who is sending you to the academy every day?" Ning Xuefei laughed.

Shout...

At this moment, a piece of mud flew out of the window, right on Ning Xuefei's forehead.

"Rake, and the special mother is arranging Lao Tzu behind the back, haven't you found that the radishes in the back mountain should be harvested again? Ma slipped over..."At this time, the shouts of Ming Jiutian came from outside the window.

"Look? Your father doesn't have any ability at home now, so he knows how to play tricks outside..."Ning Xuefei looked helpless.

Obviously, similar situations have happened from time to time during this period of time, otherwise he would not be full of complaints.

"Uncle Rake, my father said that his performance at home is like walking on thin ice, which is the embodiment of a real man, and everyone who dares to shout and play tricks with my father outside has been beaten flat, and my father also said, this is called great love..."A group of children said gossipingly.

"Okay, it's really a lot of love, okay, you guys can play, if it's too late, it's estimated that you should be beaten again, big brother here..."

Perhaps everyone's world is different, from the dark to the colorful, to the vicious and dark, to the fierce and intense.

But who can say that the world of the strong must be extraordinary?

Artemisia Seed's Statement:

At this point in the story, the book "Emperor of the Nine Heavens" is officially over, and the total number of words in Artemisia's first book has also reached the level of 480W.

Artemisia asked himself if it couldn't compare to the masterpieces that readers had read before, but he did his best for the first book.

The new book "Star Crocodile" has been seriously planned, and it will also continue to be updated on this platform, and I hope that readers can continue to support it.

Finally, I would like to thank the old iron for their support and recognition, which gave Artemisia the courage to continue writing, and make persistent efforts in the next book.

At the same time, I would also like to thank the Zongheng platform for providing a good environment for Artemisia to play, and we will see you again in our new book.

Dear friends, Artemisia awaits you in the story.......