In an instant, Duofu understood what Xiao Chayou meant by "the bad guys were driven away", these demon governors are estimated to be not dead but also seriously injured, so they never appeared again, Xiao Chayu didn't know that it was because of the fire, so she said that it was her father and Brother Yezhong who drove away the bad guys.

"Okay, as long as the bad guy doesn't hurt you, now that the bad guy is gone, don't worry about the young child, don't worry......" Tafu let out a long sigh of relief, and by the end of the sentence, he was almost muttering to himself.

In fact, Dofu was telling himself "don't worry", he hurriedly went down to earth, that is, he sensed the conspiracy of the demons in the world.

Duofu is the former minister of the first co-god Liwen, and is connected to the protection mechanism left by Liwen Niangniang Niang Niang Xian in the guardian world before her death.

The world was in turmoil, the spirit stone went out to the police, and Duofu felt the call of the spirit stone, so he came to the world to assist the six yuan son to destroy the tyrant and maintain the righteous path......

"What royal and ghost pupil sect, hum, the faint monarch cult, sooner or later he will be destroyed! Don't pay attention to them, my brother will be angry for them!" Wei Baizhan's cold and firm voice suddenly came from the side.

Wei Baizhan never said empty words, let alone things he was not sure of, the little boy's cold voice had an inexplicable convincing power, as long as he said it, it would be realized.

Duofu listened to the little boy's voice, and the smile on his face that had just crawled back suddenly stiffened, and his heart suddenly cooled down again.

Finished......

According to the original protection mechanism left by Liwen Niangniang, as long as there is trouble in the world, these six yuan sons in the world will destroy the faint king, and in the next three hundred years, they will take turns to be the first emperor, and after pulling the world back to the peaceful and prosperous world, they will hide in the mortal world again.

These six yuanzi are not mortals in the first place, they are the six war gods under the seat of Liwen Niangniang, even if the emperor of heaven is destroyed, let alone the emperor of men?!

Originally, the people of the Demon Realm made trouble and made the Emperor a tyrant, and the Six Yuanzi would take action to save the world, but now a small ancient beast has broken the conspiracy of the Demon Realm! Restore the human emperor to normal!

The human emperor who can return to normal is a generation of Ming Jun, and he is an emperor through the ages, not an ordinary emperor, he will definitely be able to deal with this mess himself, and he doesn't need Liuyuanzi to make a move.

But now that the protection mechanism has started, Liuyuanzi has an anti-heart, which is a strong opposition......

"Yo, it's rare that the smart man of the sixth prince can have something to think of with me, the faint monarch cult, heh, scold well, let it rot into hell sooner or later!"

This familiar voice, Duofu listened to it and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, cold sweat broke out, and he said secretly: It's over!

Sure enough, as soon as he turned around, he saw Wei Zhuling coming against the light, his ice eyes were as cold as a blade, his jade face was like a crown, and there was a faint sword light and sword shadow on his somewhat green face.

Seeing Wei Zhuling like this, Duofu's eyelids suddenly popped up, and the boulder pressed in his heart was a few points heavier than just now.

"Fourth brother!" The young baby turned his head and saw the person coming, his dark eyes were shining, and he pounced on him happily, not remembering that he had just said that he didn't like the fourth brother anymore.

Wei Zhuling looked at the cute little gray ball that pounced, as clean as him, he didn't kick it directly, but squatted down to catch her, and naturally hugged her into his arms.

"Why is the young child so well-behaved? Huh?" Wei Zhuling looked at the little silly baby who was smiling heartlessly in his arms, the coldness at the corner of his mouth was retracted, evoking a touch of gentleness that is rarely seen on weekdays, and he raised his hand to help the dusty little milk dumpling wipe the ash on his face.