No one expected that the young man who looked like Zhilan Yushu and had a jade face would gently raise his hand, and the last trace of Mo Shaolin's soul that was saved by Old Man Mo with magic dissipated in an instant.

Menanqi's eyes cracked, and he quickly pounced.

"Shaolin! Shaolin! ”

Mo Shaolin's face instantly floated a layer of dead man's blue and white, and his body stiffened a little bit in an instant.

Realizing the changes in his second son's body, Menanqi looked at Zu Ling in disbelief.

"Lord Zuling, my Mo family has been dedicated to you for generations, why did you take my son Shaolin's life as soon as you made a move?"

Zu Ling's expression was calm and waveless, looking at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but his eyes were extremely deep and quiet.

"He's damned!"

Menanqi was heartbroken, and tears rolled down his old face.

"Why? Lord Zu Ling, he is the head of our Xuanmen, the most talented descendant of the Mo family, and the most talented descendant of the five major Xuanmen families! ”

"Lord Zuling, do you want our Xuanmen to disappear from the world from now on?"

Zu Ling looked at you Menanqi who was kneeling on the ground and almost roaring hysterically, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Monanqi, do you remember what the duties of the Xuanmen are?"

Mo Nanqi subconsciously replied: "Kill the demons and evils, protect the common people, and protect the balance of the world!" ”

Ancestral Ling's voice was low and cold: "Then this damn person was born in the Xuanmen family, and enjoyed the ancestral shadow that he should enjoy as a child of the Xuanmen, but did he fulfill the responsibility of being a child of the Xuanmen family?" ”

Menanqi's lips trembled, and he subconsciously explained.

"Lord Zu Ling, Shaolin has been weak since he was a child, and he is destined to die early, but he is extremely talented, so I have to set up a formation to help him maintain his life. Over the years, he has been helping people kill demons for free, although he bears human lives, he can ...... But his merits outweigh his faults. ”

Bai Nanxi couldn't listen to it anymore.

"Yes! He helps people kill demons for free, but he has seventy-two villas under his name, three castles overseas, two yachts, and countless luxury cars. ”

Mo Nanqi's eyes could almost tear Bai Nanxi apart.

"How can you talk here!"

The cub is gone.

"Brother Nanxi is also the cub's brother, why doesn't he have a part in talking?"

Without waiting for Menanqi to speak, the cub spoke again.

"Also, do you say that your son's merits are greater than his faults? Hades' father can't say for sure what his merits are before your son reports to the underworld, you are so powerful, are you more powerful than the cub's Hades father? ”

Jiufeng squinted his eyes and took the opportunity to brush up on his good feelings.

"Since it's so powerful, cub, if you don't go back and talk to your Hades father, the Lord of the Underworld will give it to this!"

When the cub heard this, he nodded: "When I turn around, the cub will tell the father of the Hades that Lao Mo covets the position of the lord of his underworld!" ”

Menanqi: "......"

Monanqi looked at Jiufeng in disbelief, his voice hoarse and old.

"Nine-headed Bird, you...... You ......"

Jiufeng hadn't forgotten what he was doing with the preach, and he spoke indifferently when he heard it.

"How's this seat? This seat has been deceived by you and your ancestors for eighteen generations of rhetoric, and now this seat has woken up, but I don't want to drag this seat into the water! Otherwise......"

Jiu Feng looked at the ancestral spirit, and deep meaning flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Beware of your Xuanmen ancestral spirits who feel that you have insulted the righteous path of the Xuanmen, and crush your divine soul like you crushed your son's divine soul!"

Zu Ling naturally didn't have a good impression of the nine-headed bird, but he didn't directly refute what Menanqi did.

Mo Nanqi looked at the ancestral spirit in Zhilan Yushu but was cold to the bones, and then looked at the nine-headed bird that looked at him like a stranger, his eyes turned black for a while, and finally he couldn't support it anymore and fainted.

Old Man Ji and Old Man Bai were startled, and looked at Ancestral Spirit together.

Zu Ling also looked at them, his voice cold and waveless.

"The world is in the world, you don't need to look at this seat!"

Old Man Ji and Old Man Bai glanced at each other and complained in their hearts.

Oh no!

If it's really a matter of the world, why Mo Shaolin originally had a glimmer of life, but he was killed directly by you!

But no one dares to mention it, isn't this sending death!

One of the two called 120, and the other was busy calling the rest of the Mo family.

The cub ignored those and looked quickly at the ancestral spirit.

It just so happened that Zu Ling was also looking at her at this time, and without waiting for the cub to speak, he walked quickly to the cub and bent down to pick her up, and disappeared into everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

What Jiufeng wanted to say, look at Old Man Ji and the others, and he didn't keep up with his footsteps.

——

At the crossroads where the traffic was like a dragon, the ancestral spirit suddenly appeared holding the cub.

The screeching sound of brakes came and went.

"Those two children in front, what are you doing?"

"That's it! Red light! Don't see the red light? With so many cars, what about you adults? How to teach children? ”

The Zhilan jade tree-like ancestral spirit finally had an expression on his face, his white and tender skin became pink, and he hurriedly apologized to everyone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He had been asleep for thousands of years, the last time he woke up was in a hurry to save people, and then he went back to sleep in the thick soil beneath the forbidden land.

Who knew that the world had changed so much, and the carriage had become a tin box wrapped in people.

Ancestor Ling is embarrassed!

Lord Zu Ling kept apologizing.

Lord Zu Ling felt that his face was completely lost.

After the ancestor Ling apologized, he held the cub and hung his head without looking at the road, his waist hit the front of the car, his calf hit the wheel of the car, his elbow accidentally rubbed the headlights, and he ran away like a gust of wind.

The intersection is completely blocked.

The car in the back kept honking its horn, and the driver of the car in front was scolding his mother.

"! Which bastard thing just smashed the front of my car? ”

"When did the headlight on my right shatter into slag?"

"What's wrong with my left rear door? How do you dent such a big piece? ”

……

The sound of horns, scolding mothers, and all kinds of discussions came and went, which was called a lively.

Until the comrades of the traffic police arrived, and soon order was restored at the intersection.

In the alley in the distance, Zu Ling held the cub and sweated from the tip of his nose.

The cub comforted him with a milky voice: "Ancestor is not afraid, you must have just arrived in the world and are not used to it, it would be good to take a long time." ”

Zu Ling's whole body trembled, and his nerves tensed.

"Ancestral ...... Baby? ”

The cub blinked and blinked his big eyes, and looked at the grandmother who didn't seem to like this title, so the milk changed his words.

"That'...... Little milk dragon, hello duck~~~"

Zu Ling: "......"

Is he spicy, a big dragon, a small milk dragon?

Is this little cub in the underworld not very good at his eyes?

"Little chubby baby, your eyes are broken?"

The cub touched his big eyes, and the milk shook his head.

"No, the cub's eyes are fine, little milk dragon, what's wrong?"

Zu Ling: "Then why am I a big dragon, you call me a little milk dragon?" ”

The cub explained in a milky voice: "But don't you like the cub to call you the grandfather?" ”

The face of the ancestral spirit was like a crown of jade, and gradually distorted: "...... That can't be said about the little milk dragon! I've been weaned for thousands of years! ”

The cub nodded: "That's okay, Zu Baobao!" ”

Zu Ling: "......"

The green tendons on Zu Ling's forehead jumped suddenly, and when he was about to correct the cub's shouting, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

The cub looked behind him at the same time.