Ghost Emperor Scavenger God

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On the other hilltop with Junfeng, in order to keep an eye on the hole, the best way is to penetrate into the enemy, so Wuyi and Jiu Ling changed their clothes a little, pretending to be poor mountain men, and blatantly made peace with each other. Kongyaner has become a new neighbor.

It happened to be on New Year's Eve, and the two happily moved into their new house and had a permanent home.

"Wuyi, Wuyi, what do you think of the Spring Festival couplets?"

"Well, very good." Wu Yi nodded.

Jiuling stepped on the high ladder, won Wuyi's admiration, jumped down from the high ladder contentedly, looked at the Spring Festival couplets, the words were upright, but the Spring Festival couplets were crooked.

Laughing: "Wuyi, no matter what you think, it's all crooked! Hahaha"

Wu Yi always felt extremely cold, no matter how much she suppressed it, it seemed that only when she hugged Jiu Ling tightly did she feel very warm, and there was no need to suppress the coldness flowing in her blood.But her fair face was always concealed quietly, Wu Yi said: "Go into the house!"

The nine-year-old jumped into the house, and this New Year's Eve was his birthday... I don't know if Wu Yi knows?

Both happy and afraid of the loneliness of over-expectation, his nose was itchy and sneezed twice, Jiu Ling rubbed his nose, raised his nose and said: "Wuyi, do you think you are that Zhushuang who scolded me behind my back? Otherwise, why would I keep sneezing!"

Wu Yi doted on her with a smile and said, "Yes! He must be jealous of you!"

Jiu Ling sneezed a few more times, thinking: It's going to be my birthday, don't be so bad, it would be bad luck if I got sick on my birthday!

But sometimes the good ones don't work, but the bad ones are quite effective!

On New Year's Eve, the two of them were wrapped in quilts, Wu Yi was afraid that his cold would be too severe and hurt Jiu Ling.

In particular, Jiu Ling started sneezing after posting the Spring Festival couplets. Now his nose is red and his eyes are full of tears, but even so, Jiu Ling still insists on keeping the year old. This is his wish when he was a teenager. But now in Jiuling's family, Wuyi is the only one.

Wuyi could obviously give Jiu Ling a drop of blood, but the ghost flower has completely melted now, and even a drop of blood can guarantee Jiu Ling's immediate cure!But thinking back to when I was in the cave back then, it was a last resort, but now... if I was feeding blood, thinking about the scene, I would compromise...

It may be that Wuyi really froze his brain and forgot that besides the feeding method, there are many ways to drink that drop of blood, no matter where the drop of blood comes from, as long as it is Wuyi's blood , but it was as if Wuyi's thoughts had been characterized, and he only remembered the way his face was blushing and his heart was beating.

I can only look at this Jiu Ling, but this Jiu Ling is still suffering from the cold, but he can't get better... Who is to blame?It made Wuyi's mind full of such impure images...that's why he gave up treating him.

As a result, one person caught a cold and his body was hot and couldn't cool down, and the other was already very cold and deliberately kept a distance.

Wuyi got up to serve a bowl of hot porridge, looked at Yan Er's Jiuling, and said, "Happy birthday!"

This silent night was pierced by the sound of crackling firecrackers and fireworks from outside the house. Wuyi's words just now were covered by the sound of firecrackers and fireworks. Jiu Ling took the porridge, rubbed his ears and shouted: "What did you say?" ?”

The four words that I finally mustered up the courage to say, were unexpectedly covered by the sound of fireworks, and Wuyi shouted annoyedly: "Drink the porridge!"

Jiu Ling nodded dizzily, drinking hot porridge, her heart was stuffed!Not having a sense of taste or smell is really hard, especially when it feels like I just missed something very important.

After drinking the hot porridge, I finally broke into a sweat, and with a little bit of strength, I was able to celebrate my birthday with Wuyi alone!But the two people who entered the room swaggeringly and defiantly, besides Yuelao and Dunxi, who else could it be?

"Your Majesty, happy birthday~ Oh, is this sick? Oh my! How can this be good? The patient is weak, and the thousand-year-old ginseng is too angry. This patient needs to be poured with water to heal quickly. This ginseng is too tonic. No, no, no, I'll digest it for you, Your Majesty!" As he spoke, he opened his bloody mouth and prepared to taste it.

Jiu Ling quickly snatched it away, and said to Wu Yi, who was watching the excitement, "I can't eat now, it's fine when it's done! Wu Yi, let's keep it, Yuelao is so generous, so keep it!"

This Dunxi reluctantly handed a set of Kong Ming locks to Jiuling, and it seemed that Yuelao had come up with a plan.

This nine-year-old child likes to play with things, and there are many treasures hidden in this moon palace, and he never shows it to others easily, nor can he show it to others easily!

This thick-skinned Yuelao successfully mixed two bowls of hot porridge with an ancient ginseng from the previous year, and the porridge made for Jiuling in this stove was successfully cut off by Yuelao.

There was no time to thank him, this month the old man took Dunxi, who had been wanting to have a private conversation with his master, to guard the stove, baked some sweet potatoes to the best of his ability, and ate the porridge that had just the right taste Warm up!

The nine-year-old freshly got this Kong Mingsuo, dozens of styles made him obsessed, and he didn't care about this month's old man swallowing his own porridge. After all, this Wuyi has the opportunity to cook for himself every day!

This Dunxi was staring at the porridge in his hand reluctantly, reluctant to drink it.I remember that when I was young, I also had a fever and a cold, but the master who was with me at that time never cooked porridge for myself, and my heart was sour: How can I not compare to him?Master!

This Jiuling was addicted to playing, and he seemed to have recovered from his illness. He curled up under the quilt happily and called Wuyi, "Wuyi, look, this!"

The Kong Mingsuo suddenly grew bigger in Jiu Ling's hands, and Jiu Ling couldn't hold it steady, and it was about to fall from the palm of his hand.Wuyi hurriedly stretched out both hands to pick it up, but the lock was like an iron chain shackle, which fixed Wuyi's hands exactly in the middle of the two movable gaps, and she couldn't pull them out.

This Wuyi has never practiced any bone-shrinking magical skills, even if she has such a magical skill, it is a genius to find someone to teach her now, and it will take time to learn it once she practices it!

The two of them looked at each other, what should we do?The Kongming lock that fixed Wuyi's hands implied a mechanism, as long as Wuyi moved, the lock's direction would change accordingly, changing its style.Wuyi took it just now and knelt down in front of the bed naturally, but now Wuyi can't laugh anymore!Kneeling on the couch in front of the bed with black lines all over his head, he asked in a low voice, "How to solve it?"

Jiu Ling shook his head, knelt on the bed, and swore: "I really don't know, Wuyi!"

This can't be solved!With both wrists clamped, Wuyi couldn't even suppress the cold air in her body. The cold air spread all over her body from her kneeling abdomen. At first, there was a thin layer of frost, which was not clear under the candlelight, and immediately turned into ice. At this time, Jiu Ling saw it clearly, and quickly scratched off the freshly formed ice with his palm, but the freezing speed was too fast, and Jiu Ling was still ill, unable to exert his full power, sweating anxiously, and asked: "What is this?" how to solve"

Wuyi tilted her head, her face was blushing, but she pursed her lips and did not answer. Why did she open her mouth so that it would be true, as Po Meng said, "I must find someone who is the most yang, double... double cultivation!"

Jiu Ling anxiously melted the ice off Wuyi's body, Wuyi squatted there helpless, this damn scene happened to be bumped into by Yuelao and Dunxi who were carrying freshly baked sweet potatoes... It was these two again People... What a coincidence, every time there is something, these two people...

Yuelao looked at this scene calmly, and Dunxi sat down on the bed with a sullen face and asked, "What trick did you use again?"

Jiu Ling wanted to cry but said without tears: "It's really not me!"

For Wuyi's sake, he could only compromise and say: "Help me!" This Dunxi must have played before, otherwise he wouldn't give away something completely unfamiliar!While talking, Jiu Ling forgot to melt the ice for Wu Yi, and Wu Yi's ice swept over again.

Jiu Ling hurriedly focused on melting Wuyi's ice. This Dunxi walked over and looked at the master who was half shorter than him. He was quite touched, thinking that he only reached the master's thigh back then...

Dunxi no longer recalled the past, and lowered his head to carefully observe the Kongming locks on Master's hands. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the bars below his hands, and then pulled them out one by one, and pulled them out one by one... Wuyi's hands Finally liberated, he let out a long breath, sat on his knees for a long time, his feet were a little numb, so he could only sit on the bed with his support on the bed, when Dunxi saw this, he quickly helped Wuyi to stand up and sit down, and Jiu Ling went into the bed He curled up under the quilt and moved his body into the bed, but he was so angry, he stretched out his hand and punched the Emperor of Heaven whom he had been daring to speak out in a warning manner.

Jiuling looked at Yuelao aggrievedly, thinking that Yuelao, an outsider, would uphold justice for him. Unexpectedly, Yuelao had the same heart with Dunxi and betrayed Jiuling, saying: "I really blame you, I am playing on my own." Forget it, why drag..."

Jiu Ling felt that he was so miserable, why no one thought of him for good things, but for all bad things, he must have something to do with him...

The originally quiet New Year's Eve passed away amidst frolic. Jiu Ling raised his nose and sniffed the air and said, "The plum blossoms are blooming outside! Dunxi, go and break the branches for me."

This Dunxi reluctantly walked out of the house, the cold wind filled his neck as soon as he opened the door, moved his feet and tightened his collar and walked towards the plum blossom tree, he was very forced to say: "There is no way, in this room, No matter how you calculate it, you have to work for yourself - in terms of status: two emperors, one god, and I am the only idle god who has no official position, and in terms of age: one is older than the other, and the other is more talkative than the other With weight, he stretched out his hand in a compromise, plucked a few budding plum blossoms, and ran into the house with his neck shrunk.

This Jiuling deliberately sent Dunxi away, and wanted to ask Wuyi what happened to the cold air coming out of his blood?This Dunxi's temperament is more irritable than his own, after all, he is young and vigorous!

Watching Dunxi go out, Jiu Ling asked Wu Yi who was sitting by the bed with slight anger, "What's going on?" Jiu Ling thought to himself: Wu Yi, how many things you have kept from me!If you don't find out, won't you never tell me

Seeing that Jiu Ling got a little angry, Wuyi took the initiative to please Jiu Ling and said, "The ghost flower is fused into the blood, so it's very cloudy and cold."

"Why"

The answer seemed to be blurted out, and Dunxi slammed into the door, holding up the red plum in his hand tremblingly and asking: "Where to put it?"

Wuyi got up and took out a blue-blue glazed vase, and inserted the red plum into the bottle. The red and blue were opposite, more charming, took the vase to the bedside, and handed it to Jiu Ling.

This Yue Lao booed: "Make a wish! Wishing on this birthday is the most effective! I just don't know Jun Shang Gui Geng"

Jiu Ling had a whim, put his palms together in front of him, closed his eyes and prayed——May I and Wuyi live forever, never leave!

Although Jiu Ling knew it was an extravagant wish, he still made a wish and prayed to the gods in his heart.

The noisy night passed, and the bright light of the rising sun shone through the window into the small room.There are four people lying on the small bed in this room. The one who sleeps extremely poorly is Yuelao. The wine that Yuelao took out from nowhere last night, the wine is not good for Yuelao. The two masters and apprentices got off - Dunxi and Wuyi.

I'm afraid that no one in the entire Three Realms would dare to drink with Yuelao anymore.

In this daze, I don't know what kind of dream Wuyi had, maybe it was because she was exhausted from suppressing the cold every day and was tormented by Yuelao, so she murmured: "... I have a baby, I have to give it a name It's..."

Jiu Ling, who hadn't recovered from his illness and had been making trouble for a long time, suddenly became sober and couldn't fall asleep. He wanted to ask Wuyi, but was afraid that it was true. After spending the whole night with Wuyi, she thought to herself: Could it be that Wuyi secretly had a child behind his back?

The author has something to say: I really want to revisit the typos in the previous chapters for a while... I am a typo dog... I don’t know if you can understand it?