The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

After being fooled by Yin and Zhunti, the ten little golden crows gave up their "revenge plan" against Mount Sumeru and went to other places instead.

Jie Yin was sweating, "Finally, I didn't get caught on my own head."

Get tired.

These little brats are simply evil stars!

As soon as they were dispatched, the divine sense of the prehistoric and powerful came from the air.

Yang Mei on Mount Sumeru suddenly clenched her fists and looked into the distance hesitantly.Jieyin and Zhunti were both covered by Hongjun's aura, so others could not feel their presence, even Yang Mei could only see a group of little golden crows flying in the sky.

Ten little golden crows came out again.

The temperature in the Great Desolate Continent gradually rose, showing signs of breaking the watch again.

Yang Mei lamented, "Is this catastrophe still unavoidable?"

After he finished speaking, he cautiously looked around to make sure that Hongjun and Luohu were in Sumeru Palace and did not come out to overhear what he was talking about.

Just as she was about to relax, Yang Mei saw an extra person on the empty chair out of the corner of her eye.

Luo Hu leaned back on the chair, looking at him with interest.

"What? Are you surprised?"

"..."

"My spiritual sense is not that bad. Hongjun and I know exactly what you said outside, or what you came to my room to spy on before."

"...my lord, please forgive me."

Yang Mei begged for mercy dumbfounded, not wanting to be overturned.

Luo Hu seized his weakness and never let it go, and taunted him, "I didn't expect you to be so boring. It's okay to see what Hongjun and I do in bed. If you have the ability, you can find someone to fuck yourself."

Yang Mei's face was embarrassed, "I have no idea about that."

Luo Hu gave an "oh" and looked at his lower body meaningfully.

Yang Mei's lower body felt cold.

He clamped his legs tightly and quickly pushed the topic away, "Little Golden Crow has come out again, this time he won't set fire to Mount Sumeru again, will he?"

"Do they dare to come and try?" Luo Hu's eyes were full of evil spirits.

In order to restore the aura of the earth veins of Mount Sumeru, some of his supplies for future generations were consumed.He knows better than anyone that it is easy to collect resources now, but when the Great Desolate Continent is shattered and the aura collapses, it will not be so easy for some spiritual roots and treasures to be born.

Yang Mei wanted to know more about the inside story, so she hesitated to ask further.

"Will the Yaozu find something wrong?"

"Sure."

Luo Hu confirmed his suspicion immediately, and raised his eyebrows, "If I suddenly don't pay attention to my son for a few days, my son will die outside, and the first thing I will do is to catch Hongjun and beat him to death."

What he didn't do was what he did.

Yang Mei smiled wryly at his cruelty, "Will Di Jun suspect Hongjun?"

Luo Hu pursed his lips, "Let's see if he has the courage to doubt."

To doubt Hongjun is to doubt the way of heaven. Dijun's current cultivation base is far from enough to touch the truth of the prehistoric world. Naturally, it is hard to believe that the way of heaven will deliberately deal with him.

Didn't everyone who died at the hands of Tiandao discover it at the last moment?

Di Jun will not be an exception.

It has long been discovered that Yang Mei's mind is restless, and his divine sense is observing every move of the little Golden Crow in the distance. Luo Hu's increasingly treacherous eyes revealed a demon, as if he said unintentionally: "Actually, it is possible to save the little Golden Crow. After all, the little Golden Crow is just a victim. .”

Yang Mei suddenly looked at him, suppressing surprise, "How to save?"

Luo Hu stared at him jokingly.

Yang Mei supported his forehead, and decisively begged the other party to speak mercifully. Luo Hu's temper is like that, and people will not be happy if they don't make a fuss.

It was not until Luo Hu whetted his appetite that he said the solution to the little Golden Crow.

"You replace Little Golden Crow yourself."

"What the hell method is this..." Yang Mei couldn't bear to complain, "Let me die by myself? Sorry, Little Golden Crow doesn't have that much face yet."

Luo Hu despised his IQ, "Fake death."

Yang Mei was stunned.

Fake death by yourself to trigger the Lich War instead of Little Golden Crow?

"How could Di Jun die because of me...I'm not his son..." Yang Mei's voice became lower and lower, and her tone became extremely uncertain.

Luo Hu said softly, "It's [-]% possible."

The ending is hooking.

The word "yo" made Yang's brow tingle, secretly thinking that he had bad intentions.

"You choose."

Luo Hu changed his sitting position, becoming more limp and boneless, leaning his arms on the back of the chair, knocking on the chair with his index finger once and for all, and the sound he made hit Yang Mei's heart.

Yang Mei asked unnaturally: "Aside from feigning death, what price is there?"

Luo Hu smiled brightly, "No."

When Yang Mei was surprised, he uttered the answer word by word.

"It just makes him love you more, or hate you more."

"..."

Yang Mei's pupils constricted, and he replaced the little Jinwu to cause hatred among the liches. Even if the little Jinwu survived, Di Jun would not know about it, and it was impossible for him to tell the other party hypocritically how he could save him. Little Golden Crow.

If he "died", Di Jun would feel even more guilty.

He was "dead" but was found alive, Di Jun would only hate him.

"You see, this price is nothing at all." Luo Hu said nonchalantly, "You don't need to go against the sky, and you don't need to give up anything, as long as you fake your death once, at the hands of the ancestor witch of the witch clan Just do it."

Yang Mei couldn't hold back and said, "Aren't you too boring recently?"

Luo Hu was surprised and said, "Why did you say that?"

Yang Mei looked at him sadly, "Otherwise, why put all the fun on me, it depends on how I choose."

Luo Hu laughed happily and lay down on the chair, forcing Yang Mei, who was good-tempered, to leave in anger.After a while, Liansheng came out and said honestly: "Father, you made Uncle Yang Mei run away again in anger."

Luo Hu stopped laughing, "Liansheng, you actually sympathize with him?"

Liansheng struggled and said, "Uncle Yang Mei looks very painful."

"It deserves it!" Luo Hu said decisively, "It's not his kind, he cares so much about what to do, he doesn't even know that he is in love."

Liansheng: "..."

"If it is really his seed, I will save it." Luo Hu softened his words, "But what can a willow tree and a three-legged golden crow produce? A fire stick?"

After finishing speaking, Luo Hu laughed again and fell down.

Liansheng couldn't help laughing.

Even if the race is inappropriate, father can't arrange Yang Mei and Di Jun like this, right?

Knowing that Luo Hu's words were not particularly reliable, Yang Mei sneaked into Xumi Palace to look for Hongjun after angrily leaving Luo Hu's sight range.From Hongjun's mouth, Yang Mei knew another price that Luo Hu didn't mention.

Once he feigns death, he will basically not be able to show up during the Lich Tribulation, which is equivalent to giving up most of the merits that are at his fingertips!Can't be sanctified yet!

If he becomes a saint, the world will feel it, and Di Jun will know that he is still alive!

Yang Mei walked out of Sumeru Palace with a heavy heart.

Outside the palace, Luo Hu was still in that position, his beautiful black pupils were refracted by the sunlight, as if exuding a blood-colored darkness, which made people shudder.

Yang Mei's footsteps paused, "I won't take care of this matter anymore."

Luo Hu responded, "Really?"

Yang Mei walked to the willow tree of her own body, her green robe was verdant, her young figure gradually elongated, from a boy to a young man in an instant.

"I will do what I say, and I hope you will remember your promise."

"what?"

Luo Hu didn't realize it for a while, what promise?

After a while, he remembered what he said before, and his expression was a little subtle.He seemed to have promised that if the little Golden Crow survived, he would treat him as Nuwa treated Luya.

"The premise is that they can survive..."

Luo Hu played with his red sleeves, his voice muffled between his lips and teeth.

A small, five-year-old white-haired child ran out of the gate of Sumeru Palace and threw himself into Luo Hu's arms, his eyes were jumping with joy, so clean that there was no shadow.

"Father, Dad said I have a talent for alchemy!"

"...you have this talent?"

"Dad said I was standing next to him, his stove didn't blow up, this is talent!"

"..."

Luo Hu covered his face, Hong Jun could also say such words to lie to children.

Luo Hu, who was still squinting at Yang Mei to make a choice just now, his indifferent aura softened, his soft fingers that could tell the difference between life and death rested on the child's body, and the red sleeves covered the child's body, preventing him from being invaded by the cold wind on the top of Mount Sumeru .

"Study hard, you can earn a lot of magic weapons by alchemy in the future."

"really?"

"Alchemy and weapon refining are all first-class profits."

"I will definitely work hard."

Hong Ergou gritted his teeth, his family was very poor, and he was even set on fire by those little golden crows a few days ago, making him even poorer.

Father even said that there is not enough spiritual grass on the mountain to make alchemy...

Luo Hu patted his little head in relief.

This kind of stubborn personality will only harm others in the future.

"By the way, you have to pay attention to giving your white lotus seed aura so that it fits with your primordial spirit, and in the future you can have a lotus platform like the black lotus."

"White lotus?"

"Ah."

"Wow, that must be beautiful!"

Hong Ergou immediately forgot his troubles and hung around Luo Hu's neck, trying to dig out other methods of cultivating white lotus seeds from Luo Hu.

Mount Sumeru disappeared under the enchantment of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and the world outside the mountain has fallen into a burning hell world.The scorching sun, the high temperature, the mountains and rivers on the ground are dry and cracked, everything is the same as last time.

Under the guidance of the two black-hearted bald heads, the places where the ten little golden crows flew were all the territory of the Wu Clan, and these Wu Clan living on the ground were in agony.

Damn, it's too hot!

The Yaozu used this method to deal with them, it is extremely hateful!

Among the witch clan, the ancestor witch was watching the development of the situation with cold eyes, and did not take action, but wanted to see what the demon emperor's son meant by setting fire so wantonly.

Such behavior can't hurt their roots at all!

In the absence of the ancestor witch, the great witches guarding all over the place chased them out angrily, but no matter how long their legs were, it was difficult for them to catch up to the three-legged golden crow flying in the sky.When the ancestral witches were enjoying the coolness at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain in twos and threes, a piece of news spread quickly to the base camp.

"what?"

Zhu Rong's loud voice was the first to rise.

Then the ancestor witches were in an uproar, hearing the news that the great witch Kuafu had died.

Gong Gong squeezed over to read the information, and the second one raised his voice, "It was the little Golden Crow who killed it!"

Hearing what the two elder brothers said, Houtu's generous temper couldn't hide his anger, "Aren't they always in the sky? Could it be a conspiracy by the demon clan?"

Led snakes out of their holes?

Let the little Jinwu be on the bright side, while other monster races kill the big witch in secret?

Houtu couldn't help but start all kinds of conspiracy theories.

After Zhu Rong and Gonggong each shouted, looking at the content written in the information, the two ancestor witches fell into a daze together.

Di Jiang walked behind and looked down at the content of the information.

He took a breath—

"The great witch Kuafu ran after the sun, and then became extremely thirsty... exhausted to death."

The base camp of the Wu Clan at the foot of Buzhou Mountain fell silent.

Every Zuwu's expression was extremely weird.

Little Jinwu didn't do anything, and you were exhausted from running around?

Does the Wu Clan have such a wonderful thing!

The author has something to say: #818Spicy Kuafu#

Kuafu: I must chase the sun!

Little Golden Crows: Wow, what is that person chasing us for, it seems to be strange.