Chapter 975: The Return Trip

"It seems that after being with that stupid thing for a long time, your IQ has really regressed a lot. Shuyi listened patiently, slowly stood up, glanced at Xuanyuan Mo with his negative hand, and turned around and walked out the door.

Xuanyuan Mo ordered Qu Qianzhen a few more words, and then followed the book and escaped out of the Netherworld.

Outside the Netherworld Temple is the Cangyang Lake, and the carriage for the return journey is ready. Hearing the voice, he lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Qing Chu poked his little head out of the carriage and looked at Shuyi with flashing eyes.

"Are you really taking me to see my mother?" Qing Chu still didn't believe Shuyi, and asked with a small hand picking at the wooden plank on the carriage.

"When did this king lie to you?"

"What about my father?"

"Your dad isn't like that. Shuyi stretched out his hand to lift the sedan curtain and jumped into the carriage, Qing Chu didn't react, he was already hugged by Shuyi and circled in his arms.

Shuyi was very strong, and Qing Chu didn't dare to resist openly, so he had to lie in Shuyi's arms and sigh, "You said that although you are not as good-looking as my father, you are not like someone who can't marry a daughter-in-law, so why bother robbing someone else's son." ”

Before Shu Yi could react, Dump Jun Mo had already laughed out loud, not expecting that the skin of the handsome Nine Dragons Divine Monarch above the Nine Heavens would one day be disgusted and ugly by his son.

Xuanyuan Mo arranged the affairs of the Netherworld Palace, and walked to the carriage just when he heard it, knowing that he must be asking for his son-in-law's cold violence again.

"Childe, do you go back to Wuxinju directly from the trail, or go around Tsing Yi Lane to bring the princess some crab roe buns that she has always loved?" Xuanyuan Mo lifted the sedan curtain, and sure enough, he saw Shuyi's eye knife flying over Dump Junmo's body, and deliberately cleared the way.

"Don't you think that this king has given you enough tasks lately?" Shu Yisheng turned his face when he heard this.

Xuanyuan Mo knew that Shuyi was squeezing him more and more nosy, and he didn't really want to buy any crab roe buns for the princess, but he didn't want Shuyi to look down at Qing Chu and said with a smile, "Then let's pass through Tsing Yi Lane." ”

"Yes. Xuanyuan Mo was helpless, glared at Junmo fiercely, put down the sedan curtain, jumped into the carriage, raised the horsewhip fiercely, and drove slowly to Tsing Yi Lane.

The road is slippery in snowy days, and the road should be slower than usual, and then detour from Tsing Yi Lane, I am afraid that it will not be until dark to return to Cangwu Mountain.

When Xuanyuan Mo glared at him, Qian Junmo did not look at him, but saw the snow drifting through the corner of the curtain, and also saw that his clothes were thin. After hesitating in the warm carriage for a while, Dump Junmo couldn't help but get out of the carriage.

The wind was blowing, and the faster the horses ran, the more the wind howled, and the snow fell layer by layer, and before it could settle down, it was blown away by the wind of the four fields.

Dumping Jun Mo's hands trembled, "With such a big snowstorm, are you stupid from the cold, and I don't know how to wear more." ”

Hearing Qian Junmo roaring at him in a loud voice, Xuanyuan Mo was about to go back with a calm face, a thick black fur was already on his shoulders, he had practiced martial arts all year round, his internal strength was deep, and he was not afraid of the cold, so he didn't feel strange on his body, but his heart was warm.

"I'm not cold. Xuanyuan Mo pretended to be calm, and looked ahead without looking back.

"You are not a god, what can you do? Tilting Junmo stretched out his hand to fasten the fur fur for Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan Mo didn't know how to reply to him, the two were silent, and after a while, Qian Junmo suddenly held his whipping hand. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Tilt Junmo used a little more force to clasp his hand tightly.