Twilight moved the Soul Tree back to her own temple from the Emperor's Palace.

Then he fused Zhanlu's soul into the tree pole, and the soul tree received the soul, flashing a burst of colorful light.

Since that day, Twilight has been staying in her temple, moving around the tree.

Drinking tea, reading books, making incense, and alchemy, all next to the tree.

After a month, the Soul Tree bloomed with a flower.

Three months later, the Soul Tree finally bore a crystal clear fruit.

The fruit is transparent and surrounded by multicolored streamers.

We have to wait for the fruit to ripen.

During this period, the fairies of the Nine Heavens wondered why the Divine Monarch had not been out of their temple since he returned.

Those who go to visit will only be told by the doorman that the god will not accept guests.

Those fairies who were selected by the emperor and planned to be arranged for Qiandu's eyes couldn't wait.

Ever since they learned that they had the opportunity to meet the Thousand Twilight Divine Monarch, they had been looking forward to the return of the Divine Monarch.

Now that it's hard to wait for the Divine Monarch to return to the throne, seeing that their opportunity has come, who knows that after the Divine Monarch returns, he will lock himself in the Divine Temple and not come out.

If they don't come out, they won't be able to enter the door, although they couldn't get in before, but no one gave them hope before.

The fairies were indignant and decided to go to the emperor to ask for an explanation.

For the first time in his life, Emperor Zun knew the horror of the fairy, and when he gathered together, he didn't have the right to speak.

He was overwhelmed by the noise, so he decided to disturb Twilight.

But he didn't dare to go alone, and he was a little afraid of angering Twilight.

So he decided to pull a cushion back, and the candidate for this cushion was Yao Yue Shenjun.

"Yao Yue, you come with me to visit Qiandu."

"Since he came back, he locked himself in his own temple and closed his doors, which has been more than three months, and we should also care about him."

"If something goes wrong with this, it's a big deal."

Yao Yue raised her eyes casually and poured cold water: "He liked to lock himself up hundreds of years ago, and he didn't see any problems with the pass." ”

"If you want to go by yourself, I won't accompany you."

After saying that, Yao Yue walked away quickly, joking, although he likes to watch the excitement and also likes bad taste, but he will not touch other people's bottom line.

Especially this person is still Qiandu, he doesn't dare, he coaxes.

He never won against Twilight.

But he can secretly follow behind Rosewood to see what happened to Rosewood.

Emperor Zun is helpless, he needs to break through the temple of Thousand Twilight alone, and he feels that he is such a big god, if he really disturbs Thousand Twilight, it is a little unreasonable.

So he brought with him his fifty-year-old Divine Son, who was born after Twilight went to the mortal world.

I haven't met Qiandui yet, so I just brought it over to let my uncle and nephew meet.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Thousand Twilight Temple, he was unsurprisingly stopped by the doorman, but it was different from the swagger when he stopped the others.

The doorman of the Thousand Dusk Temple only needs to treat Emperor Zun and Yao Yue Divine Monarch with courtesy.

So in the face of the emperor, the doorman saluted respectfully: "See the emperor." ”

Rosewood bowed his hand: "Get up, I'll visit the Thousand Twilight Divine Monarch"

Doorman: "The Divine Monarch has commanded, and I won't see you for the time being." ”

When his family Shenjun came back, he explained that he would not receive any visitors until he said that he could meet guests.

The Divine Monarch even accentuated any two words.

Rosewood: "It's been three months, why haven't you seen any guests?" ”

"No, no, he took my precious tree, I endured it for three months and didn't come to him to ask for it, now I can't, I have to come and see my tree."

Rosewood found another way, saying that he was going to go inside.

The doorman stopped him again.

The doorman is embarrassed, no matter whether you want to see a tree or a person, the god will not let you in.

"Emperor, you really can't go in without the orders of the Divine Monarch."

"It's terrible that our Divine Monarch is really angry."

The doorman moved with affection and reason, trying to persuade the emperor with his three-inch incorruptible tongue on the premise of not offending the emperor.

Then the two of them repeated at the door, one to enter, and the other to try to block.

During this period, they couldn't help but say their own reasons.

The main meaning of red sandalwood is that I am going to enter this door today.

The main meaning of the doorman is, no matter who you are, as long as your own god doesn't speak, no one will want to enter, and you will stop to the end.

The two of them tugged, but they didn't notice that the little radish head that Zi Sandalwood brought with the appearance of a six- or seven-year-old child in the world had already entered.

Zi Sandalwood said energetically, and forgot that he brought the child here.

I didn't notice that something was missing around me.

Hearing the familiar commotion outside, Twilight casts an enchantment on the Soul Tree and decides to go to the door to reject the difficult Rosewood in person.

He felt that his doorman was really a little unable to stop the emperor whose face was thicker than the Nine Heavens.

When the doorman saw him coming out, he didn't stop Zi Zhan, and ran back to his own Shenjun: "Shenjun, you came out." ”

He wanted to say, your old man can figure it out, he is about to cry, and wipe the two lines of excited tears that he does not exist with his sleeve.

Fortunately, Emperor Rosewood doesn't have much of a fight in private, and he is still a gentle and easy god to get along with.

Otherwise, if he was given ten dares, he wouldn't dare to stop him.

Guarding the door is a chore.

He is the doorman of the third-in-command of the entire fairy world, and he only needs to treat the two gods on an equal footing.

It's not easy to think about your peers.

Twilight said to Rosewood, "Looking for me?" ”

Rosewood sneered, seeing Qiandu's cold face, he couldn't say that he was urged by those fairies, so he came to tell Qiandu.

Then he remembered that he had a reason: "After you left, I was happy to have a son, and you have been back for more than three months, so I want to bring you over to meet you." ”

Saying that, he was short and stretched out his hand to the side: "Zilin, come over and see Uncle Qiandui." ”

Twilight looked at him coldly, and finished the trap in front of the air.

The voice was cold: "I've been very busy lately, before I go to you, don't bother me for the time being, go back first, don't come to embarrass my doorman." ”

Rosewood was stunned in place, why didn't he have a radish head to hold his hand, he woke up suddenly, Qiandu's unhappy expression, this was treating him as a liar.

"It's not." "Where's my son?"

He was in a hurry to explain to Twilight that he hadn't lied to him, and he was in a hurry to find his son, so he popped up these two words that didn't stand next to each other.

At this time, in the temple, there was a fluctuation of mana, and then a child's cry alarmed the two of them.

Twilight's intuition is not good, and she dodges back to the Soul Tree.

I saw a boy of six or seven years old, picking the fruit from the soul tree.

And the cry he had just heard was from the fruit.

And the consequence broke away from the boy's grasp, fell to the ground, and turned into a little girl who looked like six or seven years old.

The little girl was still crying: "It hurts, woo woo." ”

Twilight's eyes were cold, and she grabbed the boy's neck and wanted to tear each other apart.

Zi Sandalwood, who followed up, noticed his murderous aura, and was cold, and hurriedly stopped: "Qiandu, don't, that's your nephew." ”

When Twilight heard this, she changed her posture of pinching the boy's neck to lifting the boy's collar instead.

Pick it up and throw it to the red sandalwood: "Take care of your children." ”

His eyes were cold, his voice was cold, and the green tendons on his hands were exposed, and it could be seen that he had tried very hard to suppress his murderous aura.

Rosewood had no doubt that if he hadn't followed quickly, his son would have turned to ashes.

If this is not his own son today, if he is the son of any other person in the fairy world, he will have turned to ashes.