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King Xiang was not stupid. He figured it out after taking a few steps back.

No wonder the expressions of the gods were different since they saw the goddess.

These two people have known each other for a long time and are indeed very familiar with each other.

King Xiang sighed, turned and left.

At the same time, his dream dispersed into a white mist behind him.

The spring light outside the window was just right, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. King Xiang opened his eyes in the quiet sunshine and found that he was sitting in front of the case and fell asleep with his head propped up.

The chief supervisor on the side watched him wake up and said softly: "The king has been quite tired from handling affairs this month. When I saw you falling asleep, I couldn't bear to disturb you, thinking that the king could finally rest for a while."

King Xiang tilted his head, a little surprised, "This month I..." Wasn't it in the sacred mountain?

But when the conversation changed, he changed the question, "Where is the god who was in the room just now?"

The eunuch wondered, "What god? Could it be that the king confused dreams and reality?"

King Xiang pursed his lips and immediately summoned the guards.

After some inquiries, it turned out that this month he was working hard on state affairs, often holding a candle until midnight and forgetting to eat and sleep.

What kind of sacred mountain and goddess was really just my dream? There was no notice posted at the door looking for doctors or gods, and no gods came to stage a story about a bad old man turning into a beautiful man.

King Xiang sighed.

Could it be that these are really just my daydreams?

-

With the affairs of the Chu State settled, Wu Ran also accelerated his pace back to the Demon Palace.

This time he finally did something in his dream that he had never done before, and he felt refreshed.

So I started thinking about the serious gains I got from this trip.

Now we know how to change the physique of the demons, but as a demon, how to enter reincarnation is a big problem.

He is a demon. Although he was born in heaven and earth, the chaotic body is rejected by the path of reincarnation after all. The energy of allowing the chaotic body to enter reincarnation is too great. After reincarnation, he will become a person who affects heaven and earth. If he is not careful, he will change the direction of the six realms and reincarnation. Tao will not allow himself to be reincarnated easily.

Moreover, the Chaos Stone that King Xiang met was a dead object, so his temperament and soul were re-formed after being thrown into reincarnation. But he already had his own temperament and soul, can he be allowed to enter reincarnation? It seems that we need to take the lead in solving the problem of how to clear our memories and reshape our personality.

With this thought in mind, I started rummaging around in the ancient books in the Demon Palace.

It has been more than a month since Wu Ran returned to the Demon Palace, but he is immersed in those ancient books every day. Unlike before, where he could be seen in every corner of the Demon Palace at any time, he is now very serious and does not even bother to like beauties. Installed.

He finally saw something that might be useful in a book called Huang Quan Zhi. Wu Ran's eyes stopped at that line - "When people die and cross the river, they drink Meng Po before crossing." '

"Mengpo soup..."

Is it useful?

He didn't hesitate, and went to the ghost world without stopping as soon as his figure turned around.

When Yao Ji opened the study door, she happened to look at the pages of the book that were floated by Wu Ran's teleportation.

She scoffed.

The devil started to take advantage.

Time goes back to before she came to the Demon Palace.

There were white clouds in the thirty-third layer of the sky, and Qi Jiyuan, who was sitting in the palace, stared at her.

"Yao Ji, even if you don't go, Wu Ran will hand over Zizaitian. There is no need to sacrifice yourself."

Yao Ji looked at the Son of God sitting above the main hall. Even though he was so far away, she could feel his extraordinary temperament and his words that were unquestionable.

However, when these words came out, Yao Ji's heart dropped with a thud.

This sentence also means that in front of this son of God who looks extremely young, Wu Ran is an existence that can be wiped out at will if it is not beneficial to this world.

"Shangshen," Yao Ji heard her voice, trembling a little, but more determined, "Now there is only Shangshen in the world, and there are many things to do. If Shangshen can get more helpers to repair the thirty-third heaven, , and it is also a blessing for everyone in the heaven."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two figures, one black and one white, standing on both sides of His Highness moved slightly.

Yao Ji knew that these were the right-hand men of the Son of God, the ancient holy beasts Zhuzhao and Youying.

The superior son of God laughed out loud, "Although you have other plans, your proposal is indeed good."

This is recognition of her!

Yao Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure of the Thirty-Third Heavenly Palace is too great, and the threshold for a god is too high. Even though she is respected as a god by mortals, she has already exhausted a lot of courage just to stand here.

"Can you tell me why you had to save Wu Ran?" Qi Jiyuan lazily raised his head and looked down with slightly narrowed eyes, looking down casually.

Yao Ji pursed her lips, "The feeling of partial umbrella..."

A long time ago, the flamboyant red-clothed devil took pity on a new orchid sprout that had grown out of a gap in the cliff in a desperate attempt to survive.

However, when the new sprout poked its head out, what greeted it was not the long-lost sunshine, but the rain that was bigger than her body, hitting her head.

At the moment of suffocation, the bright red mark that was different from the dark cold cave entered her eyes. The man raised his umbrella towards her, and a pleasant voice came to her head:

"I don't know if the good deed I did today can be considered a success."

-

Wu Ran soon came to the ghost world.

Demonic energy and ghostly energy are somewhat similar. He was born with a chaotic body and entered the ghost world to confuse his aura, so the ghosts around him were completely unaware of it.

Arrogantly following the instructions in the book, I arrived at the bank of the Wangchuan River. As expected, I immediately saw the old lady holding a soup bowl by the bridge.

Da Lala was about to step forward, but saw a long queue in front of Po Meng.

Although he was a Demon Lord, he was also a polite Demon Lord. Besides, he didn't miss the time and immediately went to the back to queue up.

But when he walked along the queue, he had already walked two miles, looking ahead with no end in sight, Wu Ran couldn't wait.

The brother in front looked around, seemingly bored. He turned his head and glanced at Wu Ran. He moved away quickly, but immediately turned back.

"Brother," he said hello to Wu Ran, "you don't have any wounds on your body, and you have such a beautiful face, how did you die!"

"Oh, I'm so handsome that I'm so handsome." Wu Ran made it up casually.

Unexpectedly, the brother in front of me actually believed it. He seemed to have thought of something bad. Even after death, his still handsome face suddenly wrinkled, "Brother, I understand so well!"

As if he had started talking, he looked at Wu Ran with resentment, "I am already weak and sick, and there are people at home peeking at me every day. Those people poke at the window paper, pick at the cracks in the door, and even lie under my bed!"

The more the ghost talked, the more angry he became.

"Can you understand what it's like to be frightened by the sight of someone suddenly appearing in the corner no matter what you do? You can't even go to the toilet in peace! I was watched to death by them like this."

Wu Ran was also bored in the queue, and after listening to him tell the whole story, he suggested, "Why can't you find a scarf to cover your face?"

The ghost was stunned, "I didn't even think about it at the time. Besides, it's not that I'm sick, or I'm a woman, any man should bring a face towel when he goes out..."