Feng Shen: In the will of King Zhou, I am actually the elder brother of Di Xin

Nezha remained vigilant, still staring at Yang Jian without saying a word.

Seeing Nezha like this, Yang Jian knew that Nezha had misunderstood.

He hurriedly said: "Nezha, don't get me wrong, the king was too busy to take care of himself at that time, didn't he send me to rescue you?"

Yang Jian saw that Nezha's expression was relaxed, and said again: "Nezha, I know you have suffered this time."

"Otherwise, with your character, you will never abandon your bright side to serve Su Ziyi."

"Your Majesty and the Prime Minister didn't blame you, no, the Prime Minister sent me to rescue you just after returning tonight."

"Brother Nezha, I also risked my life to come here, so don't hesitate any longer."

"It's too late and we can't get out!"

Hearing this, Nezha murmured to himself, "The day before yesterday I led troops to knock King Wu off his horse. Can I go back now?"

"Although King Wu is a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, anyone who has ever beaten him will have feelings for someone who beat him, let alone a king of a country."

After thinking about it, Nezha said, "Let me think about it."

Seeing that Nezha was willing to answer, Yang Jian hurriedly said: "Brother Nezha, you ate well and slept soundly at our king's place."

"Look at the food you live in now, which one is better than before?"

"Besides, Your Majesty has always treated us with courtesy and never suffered any pain."

"And here you are, you go to bed later than a dog, wake up earlier than a chicken, and you are scolded."

"I've come to this point, think about it for yourself."

Yang Jian saw that it was almost dawn, and worried that something would happen if he stayed longer.

He hurriedly resorted to aggressive methods to stimulate Nezha Road.

When Nezha heard about it, he couldn't help but think of the porridge, one dish and three steamed buns for dinner yesterday.

And the embarrassing appearance of getting up to train soldiers with two panda eyes.

He couldn't help but ruthlessly said: "Okay, brother Yang Jian, I'll listen to you."

Although Su Ziyi's methods are superb, wealth and wealth are in danger.

If you don't give it a try, you still have to stay here as a slave and handmaiden, serving others.

Isn't it good to be free?
Nezha had made up his mind, so he said to Yang Jian, "Let's go, I'm afraid we won't be able to get away if it's too late."

Seeing that Nezha finally agreed, Yang Jian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's not too late, let's go!"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from mid-air.

"Just look where you are going!"

Upon hearing this sound, Nezha only felt that the three souls and six souls had gone.

His face turned pale with fright.

He didn't dare to move any more, and the body that had just straightened up also fell back to the original place with a "plop".

One pile after another in the Town Demon Tower lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

Yang Jian didn't recognize who said it.

With a sneer, he said, "Who is playing tricks there?"

"Come out and let me, Mr. Yang, meet him, he is a man!"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, the temperature in the whole room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Even Yang Jian, who had just boasted so much, couldn't help shivering from the sudden severe cold.

Nezha saw Yang Jian committing suicide, no matter what, he was a good brother who had been through thick and thin together.

He hurriedly winked and blinked at Yang Jian, trying to make him shut up.

But Yang Jian just didn't understand, instead he stared blankly at Nezha and said, "Nezha, are your eyelids twitching or something?"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, Fang Houzhi realized that there was someone behind him.

He hurriedly opened his third eye to observe.

The moment he saw the other party clearly, Yang Jian couldn't calm down anymore.

In the simple living room, a puff of green smoke curled up.

Su Ziyi looked coldly at a fly that was trying to escape, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

Immediately, Yang Jian, who had turned into a fly, was caught in Su Ziyi's hand, struggling continuously.

"Su Ziyi, let go, let me go if you have the ability!"

Su Ziyi heard the words, smiled slowly and said: "Okay."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, and Yang Jian hurriedly slipped away.

Finding that he couldn't run as fast as a fly, Yang Jian quickly turned into an eagle and soared high.

Su Ziyi was noncommittal, and let the eagle fly farther and farther.

In mid-air, Yang Jian, who thought he had finally escaped from birth, looked at Chaoge Realm, which was close at hand, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, it's so dangerous, I was almost caught by Su Ziyi again."

"Fortunately, my master is smart."

Yang Jian muttered, not even noticing that there was a dark cloud following him like a shadow.

It wasn't until his eyes were completely dark that Yang Jian realized something was wrong.

"Who is it? Let go of my master!"

Yang Jian was very annoyed, wondering if he didn't read the almanac when he went out today.

Why is he so unlucky, he is about to escape, and he doesn't know which plague god is blocking his way!

"It's lonely!"

Su Ziyi looked at Yang Jian who was struggling constantly in his palm, and he was in a good mood.

"It's you? Su Ziyi? No, I'm not convinced! Let go of me, and if I'm caught by you again, I'll give up!"

Yang Jian rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

"According to your."

As Su Ziyi's voice fell, Yang Jian only felt the pressure on his body lighten.

Immediately, not daring to hesitate any longer, he hastily turned into a shark and jumped into the vast ocean.

Looking at Su Ziyi who was left far behind by him, Yang Jian smiled secretly.

"Su Ziyi, you miscalculated. Not only can I change into the sky, but you can regret it!"

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and swam forward with all his strength.

All of a sudden, the entire East China Sea was choppy.

Su Ziyi was suspended in mid-air, and the halo behind him shot straight into the sky.

Looking at the carefree sharks swimming in the East China Sea, he smiled lightly.

Use your hand to make a ladle, only to hear a muffled sound in the clear sky.

It was Su Ziyi who held the entire East China Sea in his palm.

Viewed from above, the East China Sea in Su Ziyi's palm is just a drop of blue morning dew.

The muffled sound was heard in Yang Jian's ears, but it was like a landslide and the ground cracked. Yang Jian, who was shocked, didn't recover for a long time.

But I also know that I still can't escape this time.

"Is it better?" Su Ziyi asked with no expression on his face.

Yang Jian's face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and disappeared while Su Ziyi was speaking.

In one of the most inconspicuous corners of Mount Tai, a grain of gravel blends with the yellow mountain body.

"If it becomes like this, Su Ziyi should never be able to find me, right?"

Yang Jian desperately resisted the urge to wipe his sweat, and tried to move himself a few inches into the mountain.

Su Ziyi didn't panic, Wang Kong let out a breath slowly.

A gust of fragrant wind suddenly rose.

Within a cup of tea, a majestic and majestic mountain is engulfed in the fragrant wind.

It was Mount Tai where Yang Jian changed and hid.

The mountain was impartial, and it happened to fall into Su Ziyi's palm that had just been opened.

In Su Ziyi's open palm, Mount Tai was as small as a grain of gravel.

After being arrested three times in a row, Yang Jian finally realized how powerful Su Ziyi was.

He also finally understood: the eighty-nine profound arts that he was proud of were completely vulnerable in front of Su Ziyi.

"Is it even better?"

Seeing that Yang Jian was silent, Su Ziyi spoke up.

"No more, my skills are inferior to others, I admit it!"

"Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You can kill or cut as you like."

Yang Jian lowered his head with a stubborn face.