Xu Ziliu, the god of literature in the Zhaoyang Palace, was flipping through the popular drama books in the mortal world, and he was very happy.

Knock, knock, knock! Heavy footsteps came, and it seemed that the resentment of dissatisfaction had risen to the sky.

"What's the sound?"

His chin was slightly raised, and he saw a white figure standing at the door of the main hall, dragging something like a dog in his hand, slowly coming.

Every step was stepped out with a momentum that shook the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to step through the Zhaoyang Hall of the Heavenly Realm.

The figure gradually approached, and Xu Ziliu, who was highly short-sighted, saw the person clearly.

Si Liang Xianjun?

Xu Ziliu put away the script in a panic, copied the wisher documents on the side and pretended to be busy with business.

"Ouch, Si Liang is here, a rare guest."

Poof! The dog-like figure in Si Liang's hand was thrown in front of Xu Ziliu's desk, which frightened him.

"What's this?"

He hurriedly ran down, touched the corner of the broken table in distress, and fled away in an instant.

I saw that what he threw was not a dog at all, but a girl with a good appearance but a haggard face!

Si Liang, you are not human! That's it for other girls!

Although he thought so in his heart, he still smiled and said, "Si Liang Immortal Jun dissipates his qi and dissipates his anger, and he has something to say, what is going on?" ”

Xu Ziliu stretched out his hand to mix her, but he met the woman's eyes that wanted to kill people, so he pretended to rub his hands or stood back in place.

Si Liang frowned, and said indifferently: "Artesian, make a note." ”

"Notes? What kind of note? ”

Suddenly, the woman patted the dust on her buttocks and jumped up to him again, and the heavy fall didn't seem to affect it at all.

She was annoyed that she had penetrated into a little god with a low immortal rank, and that person didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so her blood surged even more.

didn't react to who Si Liang was for a while, pointed at him and said, "Don't deceive people too much!" What kind of evidence can I deny? ”

Si Liang tilted his head slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Too much deception? Didn't you sit on my Prince's Pavilion? Isn't it the immortal official you sit there on? ”

Xu Ziliu rubbed the hem of the red and green clothes on his body, and his eyes swirled back and forth on the menacing two.

Wait a minute! Sitting in his Prince's Pavilion?

It's not good!

Si Liang is the main god who sits in the four kingdoms of the mortal world, not to mention countless merits, but also because of his strong divine power, he is fair and serious and is admired by the gods.

Who would dare to provoke him among the people of the heavenly realm?

The Prince Pavilion is Si Liang's biggest immortal view, the incense is continuous, which pavilion is not good for her, she has to provoke the Prince Pavilion!

Ay? He said that he sat badly, how did he sit badly?

It doesn't matter, anyway, it's a bad master.

Look at his anger today, if the mediation is not good, it is not impossible to demolish his Zhaoyang Hall in a fit of anger!

Thinking of this, Xu Ziliu hurriedly smiled with a smile

"Hey, hey, the two of you have something to say and something to say, but it's really not good, you guys go to hate that? His temple is big, and it's easy to fight and quarrel! ”

Si Liang was silent, turned around and walked to the desk and pulled out the scroll from under a pile of papers, no matter what was written on it, it all disappeared with a wave of his hand, turning into an empty scroll.

Thrown into the hands of Wenshen, who was two heads shorter than himself, he said in an irrefutable tone: "Xu Ziliu, write." ”

"Okay, Si Liang, sit down and talk about it, don't get angry!" He was covered in sweat, and hurriedly put the scroll on the table and dipped it in ink.

As long as you can invite this great god away, he can do whatever he says!

Si Liang stood in front of the woman with his back hand, "Miscellaneous God Jiumu, destroy Si Liang's Immortal Temple, and pay eight hundred and eighty-eight life spans as compensation." ”

"You are really a lion's mouth, Si Liang, why don't you say eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand?"

Jiumu looked at the sanctimonious look in front of him angrily, and the high-ranking Immortal Monarch was angry.

Is there a whole sentence in the paragraph that I have consulted with her? Obviously, he picked up the soft persimmon and pinched it hard, but he really couldn't remember how to spoil his immortal view.

Could it be that in that grappling, as a martial god, his body died and disappeared, and he crossed into the miscellaneous god called Jiumu, the lowest immortal level!

Si Liang had light brown Ruifeng eyes, and his eyes were full of this little miscellaneous god who had no manners at all.

His face and sideburns shook slightly, and he asked lightly, "Are you still up?" ”

After speaking, Jiumu's face was full of black lines, and he had nothing to say.

After all! I really can't afford it!

The longevity in his mouth is actually the conversion of merit, because most of the miscellaneous gods are not worshipped, and simply put, there is no merit to replace it with longevity.

This is no longer the case.

It's just that I can't afford to say 8.88 million years, even if he says 888 years of life.

After all, this body is just a miscellaneous god, and the immortals at the bottom of the heavenly realm may not be as high as the koi gods raised in Si Liang's pool!

In addition to the miscellaneous gods, the heavenly realm relies on mortal beliefs, immortal incense, or the merits accumulated when being born as a human being.

Only miscellaneous gods are the most special, and this kind of god relies on the person who makes the wish to give his life and draw a pledge with the gods to fulfill his wish.

However, how long does a mortal person live?

Survive for a hundred years, and the life span that you are willing to pay is at most fifty years, which is considered big business!

Moreover, the level of wishes of these wishers is uneven, and the best ones can be fulfilled in a few months, and the bad ones have to live for several years to get a life that is not enough to plug the teeth.

To make up enough for more than 800 years, you can imagine how many orders of business will be needed.

Jiumu knew that he was at a loss, and he couldn't fight the main god, so he bit his fingers and pressed his handprints on the note.

The only thing he can do at this stage is to pay off his debts quickly, find out what he experienced as a martial god as soon as possible, regain his memory, and die clearly!

Then it's a matter of regrouping, since I can fly to the martial god once, then I can fly to the second time, this body is already considered to be the front foot into the altar, and it should be better to practice again.

Cheering himself up, Jiumu took his finger in his mouth, and the smell of blood instantly filled his mouth.

"Xu Ziliu, how much lifespan do I have?"

He closed his eyes at Jiumu, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said in disgust: "I really don't know what you mean by doing nothing all day long, you don't have a wisher life at all!" ”

Jiumu is embarrassed, he has really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and this appearance might as well make her die happily.

"But there is no end to the sea of suffering, and if you sincerely repent, you are still a good god!"

Xu Ziliu grabbed the paperwork that happened to be spread out on the table and handed it to her, "There is a single document here that has not been distributed." ”

The words on the document were dense, and Jiu Mu was annoyed when he saw it, and he simply understood what the problem was, and threw the thing back on the desk.

"Jiangzhou is next to the ghost altar of the troubled times, people and ghosts are entangled, and it is easy to eliminate harm for the people!"

"Wait."

As she spoke, she turned around to leave, but was stopped by Si Liang's cold voice.

"At the bottom of your immortal steps, if you go alone, if you can't do anything, it will backfire and ruin the reputation of the god realm, wouldn't it be a debt on top of a debt?"

Jiu Mu listened to his nagging, his head was going to be big, he was a martial god in his previous life, how could he ruin the reputation of the god realm?

"If you want to say anything, say it quickly, aunt and grandma, I'm busy."

The neck was tight again, and Jiumu struggled with the strong wrist behind him, and was dragged down to the mortal world.

"Xianjun, are you kidding me?"

Kugi clasped his hands and looked at the child standing in the simple wooden house, his head buzzing in shock from this operation.

Are you looking for someone to help me, or are you looking for someone to harm me? It's a kid no matter how you look at it!