"Huh!"

Xia Yun suddenly opened his eyes, there was a pitch black chaos in front of him, he subconsciously reached out and touched the surroundings, feeling that he was locked in a wooden box.

The box was not spacious, about two meters long and half a meter wide, Xia Yun was lying inside, barely able to move his body.

Faced with such an inexplicable scene, he did not panic at all, but looked a little depressed.

Xia Yun went through nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and finally caught up with the goddess who had been in love for three years, and after the relationship was officially established, the two made an appointment to go to Hainan for a vacation together.

On the sea, Xia Yun's mind rippled with the steamer, planning to take advantage of the vast sea and sky to have some unknown relationship with the goddess. The goddess excused herself for a long time, and she couldn't bear Xia Yun's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally gave up......

The prelude was completed quite smoothly, and Xiao Xia Yun was also ready to start, just like a striker who broke through the goalkeeper's defense with the ball, and was only one kick away from scoring a goal!

Excited! Excited!

But just when Xia Yun's body and mind reached the most wonderful peak of his life...... The ship blew up.

The boat of friendship is capsized.

I don't know which damn terrorist is so lacking in morality, he can do it a minute late, even if he disappears in the next moment, let him do things first.

And then...... There is no then.

At that time, the incident happened suddenly, Xia Yun lost consciousness, and as for what happened later, he had no way of knowing. However, it should be that he was kidnapped by terrorists.

"Are you not going to sell me to Africa?"

Xia Yun suddenly had a terrifying thought, and the next moment, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if something was burrowing into his mind......

......

Xuanwu Continent, the suburbs of Qingyun City, Zhuyuan Cemetery.

Surrounded by bamboo forests, the five elements gather but do not disperse, and the yin and yang intersect and circulate endlessly.

It can be described as the best feng shui treasure place for the yin house.

Today, it is not the Qingming season, nor is it the day to worship ancestors, but the bamboo garden is crowded with people, and there is nowhere to stay, just because they are all here to attend a person's funeral.

It was crowded, but the scene was surprisingly quiet. Everyone's eyes converged on the coffin in front of them. Around the black coffin stood a group of white-robed family members, wearing white cloths, looking at the black coffin with sad eyes.

The black coffin is still unburied, and there is still a six-foot-deep pit next to it.

Closest to the black coffin stood an old man, his gray hair tied into braids, hanging down behind him, and no emotion could be seen on his vicissitudes of life. The drizzle hit his face, but it didn't ripple his heart, and his white beard swayed in the wind, and it was still difficult to disturb his mood.

The old man had already closed his eyes, immersed in the grief of the white head giving off his black hair, and turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.

In the afternoon, the overcast sky seemed to clear up a little, but the drizzle continued to fall on everyone, wetting everyone's clothes.

But no one complained, because they all came voluntarily.

"City Lord, the auspicious time has come, it's time to be buried. The butler, who was standing next to the old man in white, looked at the sky, sighed, and said to the old man.

"Wait. The old man did not open his eyes, and his expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"But once the auspicious time passes, the spirit of the three young people in the sky is afraid that it will be difficult to rest in peace......" the butler continued to consol.

"Then wait until the next auspicious time. ”

"City Lord, the next auspicious time...... In tomorrow. ”

"Then wait until tomorrow!" the city lord's words revealed an unmistakable flavor.

"This ...... Yes, Castle Lord. ”

The housekeeper is helpless, it's only afternoon now...... He could naturally feel the grief of the city lord, so he understood the city lord's willfulness.

In the year of the sixtieth year, he should have enjoyed the joy of family, but the creation made people, and the seven sons fought on the battlefield in the early years, and only the eldest son survived.

After that, the eldest grandson fought in the Southern Regions and became famous, but disappeared unexpectedly five years ago. In order to find his eldest grandson, the eldest son resolutely took his second grandson into the Southern Regions and has not returned.

The only remaining third grandson, Xia Yun, is now also turned into bones and is about to be buried.

An old man who dedicated his life to the battlefield ended up with a miserable end of "no more children and grandchildren, white heads and black heads", how not to make people sad.

The battle was until the green silk was sad and white-haired, but the flowers fell in the twilight.

The steward understands the city lord, but others may not be able to understand.

"The auspicious time has come, why don't you bury it yet?" In the crowd, some people waited impatiently and whispered complaints.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as these words came out, many people couldn't bear it and turned their heads one after another.

"It is estimated that the city lord is reluctant and wants to accompany Sanshao again. ”

"But when is this going to be? From the time I stood early in the morning to now, my stomach has already started to riot!"

"What are you shouting about, who is not the same? The city lord is grief-stricken, everyone is considerate and considerate. ”

"If it's the city lord's funeral, I won't complain for how long I have been standing, but Sanshao is still a stinky child, and I can't wait. ”

"That's right, I can't wait!"

"Alas, you just stop for a while, Sanshao is also fateful......"

At the age of twelve, Xia Yun became the first demon master of the younger generation in Qingyun City, at the age of thirteen, his soul was shattered to save a demon beast and he became a waster, and at the age of fourteen, he reached the top again with the help of the beast ring, creating a legend and leading a generation of coquettish!

Fifteen years old...... Soldier!

"It's a pity, this time I heard that it was to save a lost girl, and she was besieged by a group of people in black, and she was forced to jump off the cliff......"

Speaking of which, many people can't help but look at the towering cliff ahead.

Looking back is the shore, and the sea of bitterness is endless.

Xia Yun jumped down from there and fell to his death.

"It's really a good person who has no reward, and I didn't see the girl promise her body afterwards, but she caused the disaster of killing...... If it weren't for a woodcutter passing by, no one would know if the three young men would have turned into white bones. ”

"I heard that I almost hit the woodcutter at that time, even if Sanshao kills himself, don't bother others......"

The crowd on the periphery became more and more talking, and finally even began to shout and curse. However, the city lord remained unmoved.

......

In the black coffin, Xia Yun came back to his senses for a long time.

"Damn, I was kidnapped to another world!"

Fusing his memory, Xia Yun learned that the original owner of this body was also called Xia Yun, the third grandson of the city lord of Qingyun City, known as Sanshao, and also a genius demon spirit master on the first day of Qingyun City......

"No matter who you are, it's not right to rob the people's girls in broad daylight, you wait, if I jump off the cliff and don't die, I will take revenge!"

Xia Yun recalled the scene of jumping off the cliff at the end, remembering the last words of his predecessor, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"So many people are chasing a girl, you actually say that you can save it, such a high cliff, let alone jump, this realm of death is simply unbeatable!"

"When you die, you still talk ruthlessly, and I don't know where you get your confidence. Don't you know how many pounds and taels you have? Aren't you dead? What a bad luck, you have to pit Lao Tzu when you die. ”

Xia Yun scolded and scolded, thinking that those people in black were likely to make trouble for him, and he suddenly became angry.

At this moment, a crisp electronic sound suddenly sounded, and I felt ...... It seemed to come out of his head.

"Ding! Congratulations on the successful rebirth of the host!"

"Ding, may I ask if the host activates the demon god system?"