Chapter Ninety-Six: All the faces are lost

The Lord of the Netherworld, Nine Heavens, has gone through a catastrophe and captured a demon.

There are countless ghosts and gods passing by every day in the Lechuan River, but this is the first time that the demons have seen it.

It is rumored that when the Lord of the Netherworld appeared, the Lethe River was frozen for thousands of miles, and he was dressed in black like an indissoluble ink, and he was carrying a girl in red in his hand.

The red was particularly evident in the dark Lechuan River, and every time Jiuli took a step, the girl fluttered in his hand, like a fish that had just been caught from the river.

Even the imps who were going to be extradited opened their mouths in surprise.

"Your Excellency, where are you ......?"

Jiuli looked at it coolly, and a tenth-level sudden wind blew on Jun's face, and the little ghost froze in place on the spot.

Pleiades followed behind Jiu Li, holding the little ghost whose legs were half frozen, and said in his heart: You have nothing to ask this evil star to do.

When the little ghost came back to his senses, he found that his original height was shorter again, and he stood by the river and cried.

It's no wonder that Lechuan has not been very good in the world, and it is strange that there is such a honorable person, and the wind review can be good.

"Jiuli, you let me down, and if you say okay to send me away, you let me down." Chao Ling hooked Jiu Li's trousers with his teeth and claws, "If you don't let me down, I'll take your pants off." ”

The surrounding scenery flashed and has been transformed into a quaint and exquisite room.

Jiuli lowered his eyes and looked at her, "You pick, anyway, it's just the two of us here." ”

"Are you perverted after the seal is lifted?" Chao Ling scolded him viciously.

He was indifferent and indifferent, and after putting Chaoling down, he sat cross-legged opposite her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's talk?" ”

"Are you all so bargaining in the Netherworld?"

"No one dares to bargain with me here." Jiuli is indifferent, "Lethe River is outside the Three Realms, and it is in the Three Realms. Human relationships are extremely complex and need to be managed. ”

What does it have to do with you? Chao Ling belly scolded.

"Lethe needs an inheritor who can manage this place, not only with strong mana, but more importantly, with compassion."

He went to great lengths to trick Chaoling into coming to Lechuan in order to train her as the next great secretary. This sudden White Emperor City Tuogu was unexpected. She moved back little by little, until she was some distance away from Jiuli, and she looked at the strongest person in the world again, "What are you doing?" It's like you're going to die. ”

The fall of the gods is accompanied by major events that destroy the world and destroy the world. What's more, a strong man of Jiuli's level can make him die for this, what kind of big deal is that.

Jiuli had a light smile on his face, and frost condensed in his black pupils, reflecting the shadow of Chaoling. It is clear that he is still the same skin when he was in the world, all kinds of dust, Nan Ke has a dream, and now he is the real Jiuli, the person in charge of the Lichuan Siming Palace.

He avoided answering, and pulled the beads hanging from Chaoling's neck, and the string was broken. "Don't think I don't know that you raised Fu Nian Wen in the Nuwa Stone, if you don't obey, I'll throw him to the Lechuan River to feed the fish."

The tower stands on the Lechuan River, and the perennial erosion of the river is already precarious. Jiuli pinched the beads, stretched out to the window, and made a gesture to throw them down.

Chao Ling hugged her shoulders and watched, she expected that Jiuli would not do this.

Jiuli also knew that Chaoling knew that the two were playing with each other, and they were waiting for the other party to hold on.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Chao Ling still got up and pressed Jiu Li's hand, "The illusion of the world you compiled, because you already knew that I would jump through the bridge?" ”

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"The secret art of the Si Ming Palace, do you want to learn it? I can teach you. ”

Her eyes sank, and she held Jiu Li's hand, trying in vain to sober herself up through this ice cube. Jiu Li acquiesced, he has the ability of an unpredictable prophet.

Even, knowing what will happen to you.

Jiu Li was still like a Jianghu warlock, admiring his bones and strange bones, and selling how powerful the spells of the Si Ming Hall were.

She watched Jiu Li's mouth open and close in a daze, and her mind was full of thoughts that he would die. With a sour nose, she grabbed the Nuwa stone, protected it on her chest like a baby, and said viciously, "Get out." ”

In the Lechuan River incident, the female doll that was picked up by the great priest was thrown out of the soul lock tower in despair, and even squatted at the door like a puppy and sighed.

really threw Lethe's face into.

***

In the Si Ming Palace, Jiu Li sat on the main seat, and at the bottom of his hand was a row of white-clothed gods. At first glance, I thought it was going to be a funeral for Jiuli.

Nantian, the famous god of war in the heavenly realm, who was the first to speak, was dressed in silver armor as bright as a mirror, and his eyes hurt Jiuli, "Your Excellency, you can't say that, even if this Fengdu Chaoling reaches your realm, it is also a person from Fengdu, what are you hiding like this?" ”

Jiuli rubbed his temples, as if he had returned to the noisy court of the world. He couldn't help but sigh that there had not been so many people in the Lechuan River for many years.

Chao Ling was lying on the Naihe Bridge at the moment, and said a basket of auspicious words to Meng Po sweetly.

"Sister, you're so beautiful. I am a phoenix clan, even if the green kite transforms, I don't have the skin that can be broken by blowing like you. ”

"What kind of magic are you cultivating, what are you eating, how can you be so good-looking."

Meng Po was praised by this little girl, serving soup to the reincarnated ghost while talking to her without a match.

"You are the little girl brought back by the Honorable, no wonder the Honorable Lady likes it."

"Your Excellency? Do you say Jiuli? ”

"Ah, yes. Our Venerable Lord's name is Jiuli, and since Miss Luo Shi came down to earth, it is rare to hear someone call Zunshang Jiuli. ”

"Losch? Does she also want to look as good as Sister Meng Po? ”

"Luo Shangshen is a person like a fairy in the Nine Heavens, and it is difficult to find a better looking god than her in the Nine Heavens. Ay...... This soup can't be drunk, can't be drunk. ”

Meng Po picked up the soup spoon and slammed it on Chaoling's skull. Chao Ling's hands were quick, and he grabbed the soup bowl and drilled under the table.

"How can the Feng clan have such a greedy fairy as you, your real body must be a crow without feathers. You come out for me, don't delay the reincarnation later. ”

"You have so many bowls, give me a taste, I heard that Meng Po soup is a rare delicacy in the world, and you can feel immortal when you drink it."

"You come out for me, that soup can't be drunk."

Chao Ling hid under the table, brought the soup bowl to his mouth, and was about to drink it. A little ghost came out of the ground, slumped over and huddled with her.

"Little Young Gentleman, Your Excellency asked you to go to the Si Ming Palace."

The little ghost is not tall, and when he stands up, he should only reach Chaoling's waist, so the two of them are fighting with each other under the table.

She resisted the pressure of Meng Po on the one hand, and on the other hand, she was wary of the little ghost squeezing herself out.

The little ghost kindly persuaded her, "This soup fairy is useless after drinking, if you forget your feelings, you have to jump through the bridge." ”

As soon as the three words of Tongtianqiao came out, there was silence for three seconds. Chaoling said with a hippie smile, "I know, I just want to taste it." ”

"The current Meng Po soup is no longer good, she is the ancestor." The little ghost pouted at Meng Po, "The third generation of Meng Po has the best skills....... Hey, Shaojun. ”

Chao Ling moved to the corner of the table and drank the Meng Po soup. This soup is mixed with the flavor of various spices, perhaps because the expectations are too high, and I don't think this soup is as delicious as described in the book.

It's like a potion.

But the stamina is a bit big.

***

Chao Ling kicked open the door of the Si Ming Palace, let the little ghost behind him pull hard, and still fell on Jiu Li's body lightly and agilely. "Jiuli, you're looking for me."

A pair of feathered wings with short hair on the back flickered and flapped Jiuli.

Under the burning gaze of the god, she buried her head in the neck socket of Jiuli and rubbed it affectionately.

The key is that Jiuli, who has always been forbidden to enter by the living, did not hide. Naturally resting her chin on the top of her hair, gently soothing her back.

Facing Nantian's surprised eyes, Jiuli nodded, motioning for him to continue his generous speech.

Nantian, who was shocked by this scene, suddenly became incoherent, and poured himself two cups of tea fiercely before he regained some consciousness.

Chaoling didn't know what was going on at all, and in his dream he showed his original form, which was a free and easy fire phoenix, standing on the Fuso Divine Tree.

The sun shone on her, and it was warm.

She flapped her wings and freely crossed the mountains of Fengdu.

When I woke up, I didn't know how much time had passed. There is no day and night in Lethe, what kind of weather it is depends on Jiuli's mood, except for the ferryman who accepts the reincarnation of the deceased, no one cares what time it is.

The sky was clear outside the window, and the people around her coughed, and she found herself holding Jiu Li's arm like a scoundrel and lying on top of him.

"Meng Po soup is added with the water of the Lechuan River, even if it is boiled deliciously, it is also intoxicating." Jiuli looked at her joke.

"I'm not drunk, you told me to go to the Si Ming Temple."

"Not drunk?"

"Of course."

"That's good, remember to do what you promised me."

Chao Ling's eyes widened, he didn't expect Jiuli to set her up here. She began to stumble back to what she had promised in the Commander Temple.

After she was led into the Si Ming Hall by the little ghost, she was next to the Jiuli seat. Seeing the god of war Nantian, the sailor Yingfu, they wanted to take her to the Nine Heavens, Jiuli disagreed, and said.......

Say that she is the successor of the future Netherworld.

The gods disagreed, believing that the Netherworld was in a special position and that the Lord of the Netherworld should be chosen.

At this time, she swore and jumped down, patting every immortal on the shoulder to reassure. "No matter how many people you come into, I'm going to come out on top. In the future, the position of this Lord of the Netherworld will be mine, and I will drink Meng Po soup every day, and none of you can control it, hahahaha. ”

Thinking of this, Chao Ling was embarrassed. She buried her head in her wings, which stretched out, enveloping her entire body.

Is it too late for her to jump into the Lechuan River now?

"Are you going to repent? Chaochao. Jiuli laughed at her. But the news has been released, and it is estimated that this person is already on the way. ”

"Oh." She shrunk into her wings languidly, and she didn't want to care about anything outside of them.

Jiuli tilted his head and lay beside her, fiddling with her wings, without saying a word.

After a long time, Chao Ling poked his head out of his wings and found him staring at her intently.

"What's your bad idea?"

"I think there's one thing you need to know about this time, there's one person you should know who came to apprentice this time."

"The third prince of the dragon clan, Chongyu."