The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

Xianjun looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

Xianjun is handsome and handsome, with an elegant and bookish air, like a son of aristocratic family who walked out of the ancient paintings of Jiangnan, with a warm and soft smile on his face forever, as if as long as he falls into his eyes In the beautiful eyes, the April spring breeze gently caresses them, making them safe and comfortable.

Ordinary people can't hold on to such gentle and slightly probing eyes for a moment, and they would like to explain clearly how many new cubs were born the day before yesterday in the corner of their yard - but Master Mo Datian is not an ordinary person.

He stabilized his mind under Xianjun's gentle and clean eyes, looked back generously, the corners of his mouth slightly curved into an arc that seemed to be a smile, and he barked again unilaterally.

The reason for saying unilaterally is naturally because Xianjun is too lazy to argue with him.It's a symbolic curiosity, and all the etiquette will do.

Xianjun looked away, shook his head imperceptibly, and sighed with a little pity in his heart——ah, it seems that someone is really interested.

The colorful-tailed magpie flapped its wings and flew back, completely ending this confrontation that happened and ended inexplicably.Bai Zeniao stretched his claws towards Mo Wu's eyes, "Look! Has there been any change?"

Mo Wu pawed at the merit ring on its paw, "No."

"I knew it!" Bai Ze, with the indignation of being cheated, started to circle the sky angrily, flew for a while and suddenly paused, then flew back and said, "Could we have misunderstood the three new dots?" Shouldn’t it be eliminated by exorcising ghosts and accumulating merits?”

"Probably not." The fairy on the side analyzed in a hypocritical manner: "Since it is called the merit circle, there is only one way. If the merit point has not disappeared, it means that this matter is not over yet."

"But I have accumulated seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven pieces of merit!" Bai Ze was so angry that he was like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied by an evil mother-in-law, "Temporary price increase, isn't this bullying! Why do you wrong the fairy so much! "

Mo Wu once asked Bai Ze about the number 770 seven.

According to Bai Ze's description, the thing is like this: The cultivation of the immortal family does not need the help of others, but after the immortal king sealed it, Bai Ze thought of the Lord and washed his face with tears every day. The sound lingered in his ears, and with his own power, he harassed one head and three of the immortals who admired purity up and down.Shangshen was annoyed by this stupid bird with no brains but a good voice, so he sent him down in the name of "feeling his loyalty".

It's "granting his wish" rather than throwing him into exile in the mortal world.

When Shangshen was "feeling his loyalty", Bai Ze was sitting on the ground and weeping loudly, surrounded by a circle of gods to comfort him.Shangshen raised his hand and counted, exactly seven, so with a wave of his sleeve, he decided on this number.

Every time Bai Ze mentioned this matter, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and wailed: What kind of fun are they doing!

Thinking of this, Mo Wu suddenly found it quite funny, such a hasty and perfunctory approach made one wonder if Bai Ze's descending to earth once would be of no use at all.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the case. He turned his head to look at Xianjun, but saw that the one looked calm and said calmly: "The heaven is busy, maybe something went wrong recently. It's okay."

The man said that his face was neither red nor heartbeat, nor did he blink his eyes, and Mo Wu was a little uncertain for a while.

"I just said that none of those people are reliable!" Bai Ze lowered his voice, "...It's a pity that my mana is blocked and I can't go back to the Heavenly Court, otherwise I have to fight with them!"

Xianjun reached out and touched Bai Ze's bird's head comfortingly.Bai Ze lowered his head, not noticing that Xianjun looked up at the cloud in the sky.

The cloud floated quietly above their heads after they finished off the group of corpses, with an unusual lavender light glowing around the edges.The purple light flinched visibly to the naked eye when Bai Ze uttered the resentful "squeeze a fight", and then the light became fainter, as if something shrank timidly behind the cloud.

Mo Wu didn't pay attention either.At this moment, he was throwing the magpie bell, and his eyes were only aimed at Bai Ze.This bird, Bai Ze, has always regarded fighting as his primary hobby. He is full of fire, and he will catch fire at one point. In the 300 years of fighting with him, I don't know how many roofs have been overturned, but at this time, under the immortal's jade-like fingers , unexpectedly well-behaved and docile like a rabbit.

For a while, Mo felt that the world was a bit magical.

Mo Wu moved away from the little white rabbit in amazement, and said, "Maybe we have to solve this matter thoroughly?"

Xianjun slightly nodded at Mo Wu: "Thanks for your hard work."

It was rare for Xianjun to speak human words to him, so Mo Wu looked at him for a moment, then smiled inexplicably, his eyes glanced at the busy people at the side, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart.

"Cousin," Mo Wu looked at the stone platform, and said, "You said... the magic formation, has it worked?"

"Oh?" Xian Jun said: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"The two coffins in the stone platform have no signs of damage, and..." Mo Wu smiled, "You are still so calm."

Xianjun smiled and shook his head, looking helpless.

"Understood." Mo Wu was not surprised, stretched his waist, turned around and walked towards the original path, "Let's go."

Xianjun called him subconsciously, "You..."

Mo Wu turned his head, "...Huh?"

Xianjun's eyes darkened a bit, but his tone was calm as usual, and he said casually: "The coffin really didn't hurt you?"

Not a single meal.

Being so persistent is not like Xianjun's temperament.

"Yeah." After a while, Mo Wu smiled lightly, but he didn't argue with Xianjun again.He was born to be extremely good-looking, with picturesque eyebrows, and a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained in his beauty. When his eyebrows and eyes were three-pointed with a smile, it seemed that he was bouncing unscrupulously on the tip of people's hearts.At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and it shone down through the layers of branches and leaves, forming small and bright spots of light.Mo Wu stood tall and tall in the spot of light, the bright light relieved his laziness by a third, made him brighter, and looked more handsome.He looked at Xianjun and said, "So cousin, what's so special about me?"

Xianjun didn't speak, and the expression in his ink-painted eyes was dim.

Mo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Do you know that you have such an expression of 'I know everything and I have a lot of secrets but I just don't tell you', which makes people want to beat you?"

"Oh." Xianjun lowered his eyes, and when he raised his face again, his expression had returned to normal, and there was a clear and soft smile on the corner of his lips, and he said naturally: "Then you just think about it."

"..." Mo Wu looked at him for a moment, gave a "cut", waved his hands in abandon, and walked forward, "I know I can't ask anything from you. You and Bald Mao go back first, I still have something to do. Go back to the Qin residence later."

Xianjun watched his back go further and further away, his slender and well-proportioned figure was in the shade of trees all the way and falling spots of light, but he stepped out of his idle and lazy look again.Xianjun shook his head lightly, turned his footsteps, and headed towards the Qin residence.

After a stick of incense, the Qin residence.

"Prime Minister! It's really you, my Prime Minister!"

In the back garden of the Qin residence, a fairy in white clothes fluttered and sat beside a stone table, and a commoner scholar stood beside him with tears streaming down his face.

I saw that the scholar was six feet tall, with a round face, eight-character eyebrows, slightly fat body, and looked quite rich, with a large account book half a person's height on his left shoulder, and a wolf hair pen longer than the account book hanging on his right shoulder. At first glance, it looks like a mop with a thickened handle.

The man was already festive, and he was carrying two huge things on his back. In addition, he was crying with snot and tears at this time, and the unusual ledger and wolf hair trembled with his cries. The picture looks very joyful.

"I was so excited when I first saw your Sendai lit up! Who knew it would go dark later, I thought about it for several days, and today I was cruising in the sky, and I happened to see Tianyuan Palace's unique incantation of turning the clouds to see the sun. After watching for a while..."

Xianjun looked at the one who was talking endlessly about his mental journey, his expression was a little complicated, and he said slowly, "... Si Ming, do you have to talk behind those two things?"

"Oh, it's all right, I'm used to it!" Siming Xianjun walked around behind him with one hand and patted the two babies, with a happy face, two folds appeared on his round face, as if he was a loose boy in red. Boy Cai, "During the prime minister's absence, I temporarily handed over the blue sand seal to me and asked me to take care of everything in the heavenly court. I have seen how hard the prime minister works in his daily life. I have to take care of big things, as well as trivial matters. The book and the life-casting pen are magnified and carried on the back every day, it looks a bit miserable, the immortals see that I am struggling, so they can save me a little trouble..."

Xianjun laughed, "You are smart."

"Hey." Immortal Siming said, "Prime Minister, what's the matter with your mana?"

"I still want to ask you a damn thing!" Bai Ze flew over with a pot of thick tea hooked on his paw, and glared at Si Ming, wishing to throw the pot of hot tea in his face: "The matter of immortals coming down to earth always comes back." Your Commander is in charge, don’t pretend to me that your grandson doesn’t know!”

"Yo, Brother Bai! Long time no see!" Si Ming cupped his hands towards the ferocious Bai Ze, and then looked aggrieved, "...Si Ming Jian is in charge of all matters related to the immortal family, the prime minister This is self-cultivation, it's different... There is no record of this matter in the Commander's Office, so how can it be under our control? I..."

"Okay." Xianjun interrupted Si Ming's wronged explanation, "I'll talk about this later. I'll call you today..."

Si Ming chuckled, "I knew the prime minister's mantra of turning the clouds and seeing the sun must be to summon someone to give orders. Please tell me, prime minister!"

Xianjun was interrupted by him, looking into his bright little eyes, he didn't say anything for a moment.

Si Ming blinked his eyes, waiting for the next sentence.Xianjun hesitated for a moment, the original words twitched in his throat, and finally swallowed them back, coughing lightly, "... first tell me about the 300 years of Heavenly Court."

"Okay." Si Ming pulled the "Yu Ming Shu" and "Chang Ming Pen" on his shoulders, "These three hundred..."

Xianjun said helplessly: "You put them down and talk!"

"Hey!" Si Ming responded, happily putting the two treasures aside carefully, and turned around to report: "For the past 300 years in the fairy world, all the fairy families have performed their duties in harmony and love. A few years ago The orchid grass fairy mistook the wine made by the weaver girl to water the flowers, and the flowers grew wildly to the next door, and finally gave each of the fairy families a pot; After several days of filming in the high waves of the West Sea, the Dragon King of the West Sea finally made up eighteen night pearls, and the matter stopped; the mounts of Xiaguang Xianjun and Zhaohui Xianjun fought on the main road in front of Zixiao Temple, and the two immortals Squatting by the side to watch the fun, there are many people on the main passerby, more and more immortals gather, the two immortals openly gathered to gamble, and I even won a few taels of silver..."

Xianjun listened to these bits and pieces, and drank tea slowly.After Si Ming finished talking about the sex of the litter of cubs under the horse of a certain fairy, he put down the teacup, and put the teacup on the simple stone table with Ruyu's fingers, making a slight sound. There was a "click" sound.Xianjun said calmly, "Let's get down to business."

"...Yes." Si Ming paused, changed his expression from the uncle who was chatting under the sun just now, his expression sank, and his originally festive appearance suddenly brought a trace of majesty from the heavenly official, and said solemnly: "For 300 years, the demon world has been forbearing and dormant, There is a clear separation from all walks of life, and there has never been a big move. The new Demon Emperor has never shown his face in the Three Realms. But back then..."

Si Ming's voice was a little softer, he omitted half a sentence, and directly received the following, "...After that, the new Demon Emperor ascended to the throne within three days of the chaos, which is enough to show that he is not a thing in the pool. After the war, the Demon Realm Even more, it was repaired and rebuilt with lightning speed, and seven or eight out of ten had recovered in a short period of time. The momentum of revival is so strong, even if there is no movement towards the outside world, it makes me even more worried, after all..."

Si Ming looked worried and didn't continue talking.

"Keep staring." Xianjun's voice was a little cold, "The demon world will never stay dormant forever, but if there is any trouble, you can cut it first and then play it."

Si Ming nodded: "Yes!"

West of the city.

Mo Wu was carrying a basket of vegetables in his hand, humming an out-of-tune tune, and walked leisurely forward.When passing a certain alley, there is no one around, only gray walls and black tiles, the sun is just right, the birds on the tall trees are singing amidst the emerald green, the shade of the trees casts a mottled shadow on the ground.

Mo Wu stopped, stood in the shade of the tree for a while, raised his head to tease the chirping little bird on the tree, the bird hopped twice, and continued to sing happily.Mo Wu whispered to himself: "...This is what a bird should look like, tsk, I don't know how the owner of the bird raised it back then."

The bird chirped for a while, then flapped its wings and left.Mo Wu looked down, but his feet didn't move. After a while, he said calmly, "...Aren't you coming out yet?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the surrounding area suddenly became a little cooler, and a thick cloud covered most of the sunlight.A crack suddenly appeared in the void behind Mo Wu, and a hazy black figure stepped out from it.The temperature around him dropped slowly, and with a strange evil aura, the shadow gradually became clear and gradually became a man in a black robe.

The man clasped his hands together, bowed to Mo Wuyi, and respectfully said: "The Seven Divisions of the Devil Realm, I have seen the adults—"