The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Luo Hu and Hongjun fought coldly for several days.

One is resting on the bed and the other is sitting on a chair making tea.

Luo Hu, who couldn't sit still by nature, tossed and turned on the bed, but couldn't sleep.He glanced irritably at Hongjun who was sitting outside, stretched out his feet from under the quilt, and kicked hard at the formation covering the carved wooden bed with his bare feet.

Under his terrifying force, the formation trembled.

"Buzz-"

The array was indeed a method used by Hongjun to trap Luo Hu. Under such a blow, he still held up, and the strength rebounded, making Luo Hu's feet numb.

Luo Hu rubbed his foot bones.

Before making such an action, his eyes quietly observed Hongjun from the corner of his eyes.

The scarlet curtain couldn't block his sight, and he saw the Taoist in purple whom he had loved for countless years.The other party sat calmly in the place with the most sunlight, looking at Mount Sumeru outside the window.His room is facing the place with the best scenery. At a glance, there are mountains and cliffs, flowers and plants all over the mountains and plains growing gratifyingly, birds singing, and herds of animals leisurely.

Luo Hu was slightly taken aback, Hongjun would rather look at the scenery than him. In Hongjun's view, is it too much to win for Liansheng a place to listen to the Taoism?

However, Liansheng is the son he recognized.

Even if there was a mistake, the person who made the mistake would have died long ago. Except for a few of them, the Chaos Demon God, no one would know the relationship between Chaos Qinglian and Pangu and him.

It must be more than that...

Luo Hu's eyes flickered, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

frank.

His relationship with Hongjun, from the beginning to the chaos, all stems from his "prophet" of the future.In the chaotic period when profit is paramount, it is not unimaginable for him to choose Hongjun, but after so many years, many cold calculations have softened.

At this moment, it would be the biggest ridiculous thing in the world to say that he was with Hongjun for the sake of Daozu's name.

He Luohu, when will he sell himself for fame and fortune!

Luo Hu called out, "Hongjun."

His voice after making up his mind revealed the sharpness of the long sword when it was unsheathed.Hongjun paused for a moment while sipping tea, as if he was listening to what he was going to say.

"Come into my dreams and I'll tell you my secrets."

His time travel, his past, and... he was in another flood, with a sad ending that has been written countless times.

Demon ancestor Rahu, suppressed forever.

Even if he founded the magic way, even if he is the proud son of heaven, he is destined not to walk the path of Hongjun.Instead of becoming a fallen Chaos Demon God, he can only become the Demon Ancestor, standing on the opposite side of the Heavenly Dao, and forming a check and balance situation with the Heavenly Dao.

This is his future.

Luo Hu closed his eyes, and the power of the primordial spirit weaved his dream.

In his dream world, those who should be sanctified have already been sanctified, and it has been three or four times.The saints lived for 33 days, and the wilderness was broken into pieces. The largest place is called the earth fairy world, and the smaller places automatically evolve into ordinary worlds.

No matter for the earth fairy world or the ordinary world——

The age of doomsday has arrived.

The highly cultivated monks lived in seclusion, while the ordinary monks became active.

However, none of this has much to do with the world of ordinary people.In one of the small worlds, legends of the wilderness are written into novels as myths and become popular subjects, or they are made into TV dramas such as Feng Shen Yan Yi.

Luo Hu used to like to read these myths and legends.

His family is wealthy, but his body is congenitally deficient. His family members are very considerate of his situation and give him the right to control his time freely.Due to his poor health, he stayed at home all year round to recover from his illness. When his hands were itchy, he tapped the keyboard to write his fantasy plot.

This time, he still didn't write on the computer, but took a pen and wrote a rough outline in his notebook.

Chaos Demon God Tribulation.

Open the sky catastrophe.

The Great Tribulation of Dragon and Phoenix, the Great Tribulation of Liches, the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods...

Going to the later timeline, Journey to the West's Nine Nine and Eighty-one Calamities is also a classic, belonging to the prosperous period of Buddhism.

So many catastrophes that shocked the prehistoric creatures were easily written down on paper by him, and after finishing writing, he commented with great interest: "The farther you go, the less people die—"

In Journey to the West, the Jade Emperor has already shrunk back, and he doesn't even have the courage to challenge the saint.Lao Tzu's good corpse, Tai Shang Lao Jun stays in the heavenly court as his alchemy lover, Yuan Shi and Tong Tian don't show much, Tang Seng, Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, etc. become the protagonists of the world.

It has to be said that precisely because there was no confrontation between the saints, there were very few dead creatures. At most, those evil spirits died.

The young man in the form of Rahu stopped writing, and the notebook has already recorded dense content.He stretched his limbs to ensure that his muscles did not become stiff. Then, he turned his chair and looked at the bustling world outside the glass window.

That was a completely different world from the prehistoric.

Impetuous, suspicious.

People are full of strangeness and alienation. They don't trust fate, don't pay attention to cause and effect, and only guarantee their own interests.Occasionally, a small part of human nature will shine, adding goodwill to the world and making people forget the indifference of the world.

In such a world, there will not be a cultivator who ascends to the immortal world in 100 years, and the mortal world will cover the Dao Heart with a thick layer of dust, making it impossible for people to escape from it.

Facing the reflection on the glass window, the young man gradually curled his lips, and his eyes changed from an ordinary person to a chaotic demon god looking down on all sentient beings. His wicked and wanton smile made his frail body and pale face less important. up.

His sense of presence is stronger than anything else!

No one can look away at this time!

He is a devil!

In the warm-toned bedroom, the young man leaned back on the chair, lazily picked up his little book and shook it, and asked the purple-clothed Taoist standing hanging outside the window.

"Hongjun, how about what I wrote?"

"..."

"Is there any difference between the future I know and the future you know?"

"Not much difference."

"Do you know where these contents come from?"

"I don't know."

"Before I became the incarnation of the Chaos Demon God, I had another memory. In that memory, I looked like this and had a short life."

The young man narrates the past as if nostalgic.

However, there was a half-smile in his eyes, and his supercilious demeanor had long made him a stark contrast to the original owner of this body.In other words, when he became Rahu, his fate was beyond that of a mortal, and he was the future demon ancestor!

"I was born many years later than you, and it's also because of this. Otherwise, my cultivation base would not be that much weaker than yours in the chaotic period."

After time travel, he practiced for many years, until he lost his mortal heart, and he became a qualified Chaos Demon God.

While reminiscing, the young man suddenly threw his notebook out, and the notebook passed through the glass window out of thin air with lightning speed and hit Hongjun's cold face!

In the dream world, he is the master!

"What kind of coffin face are you showing me?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes naturally showed charm, "Outside, I don't bother to argue with you, lest Mount Sumeru has to be rebuilt again, but in the dream, we have to divide and join together , tell me clearly."

Hongjun took down the thing that hit his face, not angry.

"I never said separate."

In the past few days, he hadn't thought about a separation, but he was only worried about it, which couldn't make him face Luo Hu calmly.

The young man sneered, "You don't seem to want to get back together with me." Standing up from the chair, he was wearing modern clothes, white short sleeves, black trousers, and no longer had beautiful waist-length hair, nor It is a peerless face.

No matter what he becomes, Rahu is still Rahu.

"If you don't want to continue with me, when I wake up, I'll get rid of the baby in my womb, so as not to waste time and affection."

"Rahu!"

"What's the use of shouting louder."

Luo Hu pushed back the words, his whole body was free and easy, and he was extremely cold.

Hongjun took a deep breath and understood Luo Hu's ability to choke people. If he and Luo Hu continued to argue, there would be no room for redemption.

"Luo Hu, there are some things you shouldn't say, I will be very uncomfortable."

"so what."

Luo Hu stood with arms folded, his chin raised slightly, that attitude angered Hongjun again.

When Hongjun was about to speak, the door was suddenly opened!

"Son, who are you talking to?"

A middle-aged woman walked in with a bowl of soup and slippers.She first glanced at the desktop computer on the table to make sure her son was not addicted to the Internet, and then walked towards Luo Hu.

Luo Hu's indifferent and evil expression changed.

Oops, I got my mother out of memory!

He walked forward quickly, and pulled the curtain to block Hongjun who was floating outside.With his back to the window, he smiled, "Mom, it's so late, what do you want from me?" He looked down at the medicinal soup in his memory, his lips were bitter, "I'll drink it later——"

Nowhere can escape the fate of taking medicine!

It's a pity that the woman in front of her has already seen through her son's character, "No, drink it in front of me, I know you like to do some small tricks."

She looked at Luo Hu tolerantly and lovingly, and Luo Hu's scalp tingled.

Picking up the medicine bowl, he smelled a pungent smell, which was magnified hundreds of times by his keen sense of smell.It seems that there is an anise, cinnamon, and strange things like bug remains mixed together, which is extremely terrifying.

Rahu drank it all in one gulp.

Tears flowed out, really nostalgic to the extreme!

Seeing that Luo Hu finished drinking the medicine, the woman began to chatter.Those trivial matters had long been thrown into the depths of his memory by Luo Hu, but under the familiar voice of the woman, the memory was brought back and resurfaced in his mind.

A sigh broke Rahu's trance.

The woman said: "If you don't like girls, Mom doesn't mind if you find a boy."

Luo Hu subconsciously asked, "Is it okay if you don't have offspring?"

The woman's smile showed helplessness and a trace of guilt. She knew about her son's sexual orientation a few years ago.She raised her hand and stroked her son's pale face when he was an adult, "If you don't have one, you don't have one, as long as you are happy."

Rahu fell silent.

I was talking about "abortion" just now, and now I am facing such a topic——

He felt the deep malice towards him from the dream world.

"Don't worry." Luo Hu glanced at the wrinkles at the corners of the woman's eyes and the white hair that couldn't be covered by hair dye, and finally chose to tell the truth, "I have a child, and the other party doesn't have my last name. Throw the child to the other party to raise."

Outside the window, Hongjun: "..."

Luo Hu, do you dare to be responsible?