818 The actor who was raised by my milk

On the ninth floor of the underworld, in front of Yanjun Hall stands the iconic emerald phoenix tree.

Birds of all colors still landed on the branches of the phoenix tree, but not a single bird cry could be heard around the main hall. The birds seemed to have taken dumb medicine, and the collective was as quiet as chickens.

Ever since Yan Jun became a married old man who rakes his ears, confessing his daughter-in-law has become a daily compulsory subject. He even changed the name of the dormitory, taking a word from Chen Ming and Lin Yuan, and changing it to "Yuan Ming" Hall" - Linyuan's name comes first.

The disgusting fourth son of his family disliked this kind of vulgar show of affection, complaining that he should pull out the phoenix tree at the door and plant a peach tree to make a "Tao Yuanming".

It's long past office hours, but Yan Jun stayed behind closed doors in his dormitory, and if the low air pressure emitted had any substance, a gloomy white mist spread around the entire palace, not to mention that ghost soldiers dare not come to disturb, just Hei Wuchang, who has a single-minded brain and rectum, dare not approach.

Only Bai Wuchang, who had just returned to the underworld after being "off vacation", stood like a wooden stake under the white jade plaque in the "Yuanming Palace", and had stood there all day.

Just like Yan Jun's low pressure, Bai Wuchang's resentment also has substance, if a living person needs to pant, he sighs at the frequency of panting if he doesn't need it, as if he wants to sigh the hell out of the smog by himself. Can sigh out a few dark clouds, and let the person inside calm down with a cold rain.

Just this morning, Bai Wuchang didn't know who he really was.

Back then, Yan Jun was so angry that he not only tore Xiao Jiu's soul in half, but also left half of it in the human world to fend for itself, but that was his favorite youngest son after all. Seeing Yan Jiu's continuous high fever and coma, he After persisting for less than three days, he slipped into his dream and personally paved the steps for him to go down—as long as he bowed his head and admitted his mistake, he could return to the underworld.

But Yan Jiu was as stubborn as a weight, and rejected him without hesitation.

No matter how much Yan Jun loves his son, he still wants the face of being a father, so while pretending to ignore Yan Jiu at all, he gave Bai Wuchang a "long vacation" to temporarily hide his identity and memory, and let him follow Yan Jiu around.

The disguise of identity will become invalid immediately after Yan Jiu's death.

This morning, "Uncle Bai" hadn't had time to grieve over Yan Jiu's suicide, but he remembered his true identity, and immediately rushed back to the underworld.

He took a "long vacation" for 19 years, and obviously forgot where his job was. As soon as he came back, he ran to Yan Jun, and said "seek Yan Jun" hundreds of times at the door. The good temper cultivated by Yan Jiu these years is not fake, not to mention that Yan Jun just shut him down, even if he kicked him into a big cake, he still has to say some things.

At night, the gate of Yuanming Palace finally opened.

Yan Junchen was standing in the center of the bedroom, a silhouette drawn by the crimson moonlight in the distance.

Bai Wuchang plopped down on his knees, "Greetings to Lord Yan."

Yan Jun abolished Fu Li hundreds of years ago, and the ghost soldiers would bow to the ground every day when they saw him, and occasionally some were as presumptuous as Hei Wuchang, and dared to make fists casually, but Bai Wuchang always said nothing. Kneeling down to the king of Hades is a bit out of tune with the underworld that keeps pace with the times.

Yan Junchenming snorted two angry words in his nose, and said coldly: "After standing for a whole day, are you free?"

"Yan Jun ordered his subordinates to stay in the human world to accompany His Highness Ninth Prince to 'reflect on his experience', and his subordinates dare not neglect, so I am here to report to you."

Yan Jun was in a bad mood and didn't bother to say much, he waved his hands perfunctorily, and gave a low "um".

Bai Wuchang said: "Yan Jun ordered me to secretly follow His Highness the Ninth Palace until he returned to the Underworld. I have completed all the work of following, but I don't know if His Highness Nine has returned to the Underworld?"

Yan Jun frowned, and let out a "hmm" with cold anger.

"I have to confirm that His Royal Highness Ninth Prince has successfully returned to the underworld to complete the task. Please Yan Jun allow me to confirm with my own eyes."

"No need, the mission is over, go get busy."

But Bai Wuchang knelt still, looking solemnly at the piece of moonlight cast at Yan Jun's feet.

"Ling Mian—" Yan Jun called Bai Wuchang's real name as a warning.

Bai Wuchang, however, seems to have been infected with incurable stubbornness by Yan Jiu, "The subordinates have little knowledge, and have never seen a precedent of returning to the underworld with only a remnant soul. For the safety of His Royal Highness, you must confirm it with your own eyes, otherwise it can only be regarded as an unfinished task. Continue to follow His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Yan Jun is one head and two older, too lazy to use official accents with Bai Wuchang, "I'm in a bad mood, and I'm worried that I can't find someone to vent my anger on. Why, you've been by Xiao Jiu's side for a few years, and you've become a shivering ?”

Although Bai Wuchang had mixed feelings, he was distracted and sighed for a while. Hell is really advancing with the times. Yan Jun can use words like shaking m. Then he bowed to the ground and lowered his posture to prevent being caught. Yan Jun kicked it over.

He said: "It doesn't matter what the subordinate becomes, but His Royal Highness Lin Yuan is coming back soon, if he finds His Highness Ninth Prince... Yan Jun, I'm afraid you are not just in a bad mood."

As the number one in the underworld, Yan Jun is afraid that he will be kicked away by Lin Yuan and turned into a small fish in the River of Forgetfulness.

Yan Jun gave Bai Wuchang a hard look, and thought to himself, am I not in a hurry? ?

When Lin Yuan left, he left him a good son. In less than 20 years, his son was split in half by his own hands, and after so many years of "reflection", he still refused to repent, and he couldn't find a reconciliation. access.

"Do you want to see His Highness the Ninth Prince?" Yan Jun's mouth curled up unnaturally, "Bai Wuchang, you are really dedicated."

Bai Wuchang fell deeply on the ground, "Please Yan Jun complete!"

Complete?

Very good, one and two must be fulfilled.

Yan Jun waved his sleeves, and a silhouette appeared in front of the hall, showing two scenes.

The first scene is a small room, all the windows are tightly sealed, Xiao Jiu, who has transformed into a human form, is standing in the room, frowning and looking out the window.

The second scene is very empty, only a transparent hood hangs in the center, and a light purple flame floats inside.

Yan Jun said coldly: "The two Ninth Highnesses, which one do you see?"

After a normal person dies, the soul will retain its appearance when it goes to the underworld, but Yan Jiu is not a human being, and although the two remaining souls can barely support the body in his lifetime, there is only such a flame left after death.

Bai Wuchang seemed to have turned back into the middle-aged nagging Uncle Bai again, Qingjun's face was covered with a mist of worry, "After all, he is his own son, and it has been 19 years, can't you calm down?"

Yan Jun didn't look at Bai Wuchang, looked at the trapped Xiaojiu and the faint fire, and said in a deep voice: "I only have two requests. First, give up the memory voluntarily. Second, I won't see Chi Ming in the future." As long as You nod your head, and Father will put your soul together for you, and will no longer restrict your freedom of movement.

At this time, Xiao Jiu turned her head, looked at Yan Jun through the distorted space, and answered three words coldly, "Impossible."

At the same time, the light of the fire in the other place dimmed a little. It had no human form, no sound, but it seemed to be in a dream, and a single word "no" cut off all its escape routes.

Unrepentant.

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