Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1172, the great **** is here to defect, can the Emperor Ming accept it?

Jiang Ziwen stared at the smiling spirit in disbelief.

What did she just say?

Go to the Underworld Emperor? Are you afraid that Emperor Ming wouldn't dare to accept such a "big Buddha" from her?

She wanted to... She wanted to not be a god, she planned to... stay in the underworld! Willing to give up being a **** and just be a small Yin and Yang official?

With a sly smile, Jiang Ziwen glanced at the shocked Jiang Ziwen, looked around the mountains and wild demon-red flowers, and looked up at the blood-colored setting sun in the sky of the underworld. The sky here is always dark and blood-red, without the spotless holiness and purity of the Nine Heavens, full of death, flooding With ghosts.

Compared with the gods of the God Realm who look down upon the sky, they are extremely sacred. The ghosts of the underworld gather together, one symbolizes life and hope, and the other represents death and perish. The underworld has given people an ominous and terrifying sense of sight since ancient times, and the gods are always far away. Incomparably holy.

No **** is willing to fall, voluntarily give up his divine status, give up the divine position he owns, condescend and condescend, come to the underworld, and become a small official.

Jiang Ziwen was shocked, Fan Wujiu was shocked...

Everyone's shocked eyes widened by the spirit's words.

"Brother Jiang, I still remember that back then, you were in this sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, and you tattooed a picture of the yellow spring and blue sky on my back on my wounded back. It was at that time that I felt the scenery of the underworld for the first time. Flavor."

Ling wore a light purple and white snow fluffy half-length skirt with a plain white sweater, long hair reaching the waist, blowing with the wind, with the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore as the scenery, setting off her enchanting face, thrilling beauty.

"Have you figured it out? Are you going to... stay in the underworld?" Jiang Ziwen's deep eyes were filled with joy in the uncontrollable ecstasy.

"Otherwise?" Lingyu walked forward, "Where does Qingwu live? Go away, take me to find that bad old man."

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Ming Emperor Qingwu is not in his Ming Emperor Ice Palace.

Not surprisingly, he was playing with his precious flowers and plants in his private back garden in the underworld.

Covering the sky and obscuring the sun, between a huge black canyon surrounded by white mist, behind a narrow walkway like a line of sky, is the back garden of Emperor Ming.

Because Fan Wujiao, Ling Shiyin and Ling Shang are not qualified to see Emperor Ming.

So in the end, Jiang Ziwen entered the forbidden land of the underworld—the back garden of Emperor Underworld, alone with the spirit.

And Adai and Gong Liancheng, temporarily led by Fan Wujiao, waited outside the forbidden area.

After crossing the canyon, the eyes suddenly brightened.

Butterflies are flying, and hundreds of flowers are blooming, like a fairyland.

Under the huge thousand-year-old banyan tree, an old man with white hair and long beard wearing a hat, holding a hoe, wearing a dark black dragon robe, rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, was turning over to weed the ground.

Around, many of Hades's personal ghost slaves were guarding everywhere respectfully.

"Ziwen, meet Emperor Ming!"

In front of Qingwu, even the high-ranking King Jiang must salute.

However, when Jiang Ziwen saluted, Lingyu stood proudly, indifferent.

"Only in this underworld, with Ziwen you, can you have today's prosperity, and lonely can grow flowers and grass in this leisurely and contented way, and ignore things outside the window. For thousands of years, it has been hard for you."

Mingdi Qingwu didn't turn around, he was still working **** weeding and farming, and caring for his precious fairy plant. It was just an overstatement, but it was quite emotional.

But then, Emperor Underworld Qingwu seemed to sense something, his back was startled, and the movement of waving his **** stopped. The whole person froze there, and Mo Yue stood still for three seconds before finally looking back faintly...

"How did Gu feel...there are people from the gods who entered the garden of Gu?"

Ming Emperor Qingwu didn't like God Realm, that was well known.

"You bad old man is getting older, and his brain is not bright. It stands to reason that you should have felt since I entered here. Didn't you expect to react so slowly to enter outsiders?"

The enchanting, sly smile, conjured a beautiful little incense fan out of thin air, unfolded, held the fan in his hand, half-hidden his face, his eyes dazzling and bewitching, fanning the wind, and not forgetting the venomous tongue.

Facing each other!

Linggui cast an enchanting wink at Old Ming Emperor Qingwu.

Qingwu's eyes widened in an instant, pointing to Lingyu, not angering himself, "You are not Ji Yuno!"

"Do you dare to talk to you like this? Ji Yuno... can't you dare to meet the Emperor Underworld?" The sky rose with a smile, and she shook her small fan, her hair flicked, and the country was fragrant, "Oh no. , I am Ji Yuno. I used to be, I am now, and I will be from now on, but Ji Yuno also has another identity now, old man, would you not forget me? I killed your Yama, if not like that, How can Brother Jiang take the blame for me and become your number one Hades?"

Ling sly words fell for a moment.

In an instant of effort, I saw Emperor Ming picking up the **** for weeding on the ground, and the wind was blowing, and he appeared in front of Lingyu with a blink of an eye. He raised the **** in a posture of slashing people towards the spirit. Scheming beard glared, and said angrily: "Spirit! Scheming!"

"Huh?" Lingyu smiled at Qingwu's hippie face, blinked owingly, and did not forget to reach out and pull Qingwu's white beard.

"Ziwen! What's going on!" Mingdi Qingwu's face turned purple, like a symptom of soaring brain blood pressure.

"Kui'er is resurrected and is back."

"Ji Yunai is the spirit, and the spirit is Ji Yunai! Jiang Ziwen! You lie to the lonely?" Qingwu jumped into a thunder, and as he became furious, unknowingly, the sky was overcast with clouds, and suddenly the treacherous winds.

"Don’t dare, I doubted it when I saw Ji Yuno, but, Ji Yuno was indeed a mortal, and after seeing the predecessor, Emperor Si, I realized that Ji Yuno was only the emperor in order to save the wicked And the next round."

Then, Jiang Ziwen calmly and calmly reported everything in front of Emperor Qingwu, including how Linggui was resurrected, and how Ji Yuno was selected as the candidate for Yin and Yang official by mistake.

"So, now I'm in an extremely embarrassing situation. The true identity of the Yin and Yang officer of my underworld is the daughter of the **** emperor, the princess of the spirit and the **** of tricks."

After some understanding, Emperor Ming gave Lingyu a stern look, threw his hoe, lost the hat, put down his trouser legs and sleeves, returned to the mysterious, powerful and noble appearance, and began to look up and down Lingyu.

Still not forgetting to scold: "You still look like the one who didn't know how to converge and didn't know the height of the sky!"

"Thank you, you can watch for a while, maybe you can discover more of the excellent qualities I have."

"you!"

"I."

"Killing, lonely sees you have a headache, you come to see lonely, just want to say, you look down on the yin and yang officer, you plan to return to the realm of the gods, lonely, hurry up!" Qingwu stood with his hands and back. When I go there, I feel very curious about the spirit.

"No."

"..." Qingwu stiffened and looked back coldly, with a bad premonition that made his scalp numb.

"I came to see you just to know that I, such a great god, came to go to the underworld, and you can't accept it."

(End of this chapter)