Marriage Management Master

Answering the phone and answering the phone——Wen Xi dialed several times, but still didn’t get any response, and finally he was given only monotonously repeated “Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable... Sorry

the number you dialed cannot be connected..."

"Shouldn't you be dying in the hell realm?" Wen Xi was worried, and he couldn't focus on the focus, "Then don't you want to take the place of this exhausted Tianjun temporarily?"

"He has a lot of life and doesn't need me." Linyu smiled, picked up the coat at the entrance, "Let's go, the West Sea has already greeted you, and you have the right to go for a trip."

Wen Xi took the coat, thoughtful: "Did you tell Long Er, or the Dragon King of the West Sea?"

——Who is the docking person? This is indeed an important question.

As soon as he landed in the West Sea, Wen Xi was caught off guard and his face was covered with water, and his freshly combed hair immediately fell down.

"..." He grabbed the little white dragon from the air and shook it, "You are Ao Liao? Isn't that right?" The last sentence was addressed to Linyu.This little brat has regained his energy so quickly, it seems that Zhuohua's attack is not serious enough.

This way of carrying the dragon - Lin Yu was silent for a moment, probably recalling Ying Mingzhu's vivid description in the past, and she was a little glad that she was a sword and not something else.

Little Bailong flung Wenxi's face with his long beard, which hadn't fully grown yet, and made himself dizzy. He twisted himself into a white rope, only then did he realize that no one here could save him from the fire.

This task of teaching the bear children was led by Wen Xi and assisted by Lin Yu.

Wen Xi broke off the dragon's horn to test the feel, and asked kindly: "Are you out of the hospital?"

"Shhhhhhhh!" Ao Liao failed to spray water, and the water jet was bounced back with a finger, covering his face.

"Hey, I'm not young and I have a temper." Wen Xi shook Ao Li Ao in disgust, and suddenly heard a howl of joy from the struggling and twisting white rope in his hand: "Dad!"

Comrade Long Er, who had just been severely psychologically shadowed by Wen Xi two days ago, gritted his teeth, took the unlucky son over, and said coldly, "Apologize to God."

Ao Liao showed great shock at his father's elbow turning outward, but before he could protest, Long Er had already glared at him: "What did I tell you two days ago?"

The little white dragon trembled, and his beard drooped down: "Don't fly near the beach when you can't transform into a human form, and don't scare mortals... But the two of them are not mortals!"

"So you know us." Wen Xi answered with a smile, "You have a good memory at such a young age, Mr. Ao is very good at teaching children."

After all, it is an old thing that has lived for tens of thousands of years, and it is too embarrassing to care about a child who is about the same age as his own son.Long Er glared at his hapless son, and said seriously: "The key is ready, please, the two gods."

In the forbidden area of ​​the West Sea, there is no trace of life.For some unknown reason, this gate was set up here in the West Sea when the primordial chaos created it.For tens of thousands of years, the Xihai dragon clan of all dynasties has used divine power to suppress it, so as to prevent the turmoil in the hell realm from being brought to the world.

However, as the number of evil spirits thrown into the hell realm increases day by day, this door becomes weaker and weaker.

——This is the explanation given by Long Er.

"It's so quiet." Wen Xi stood still in front of the door and sighed, "Does your father know we're here?"

It is not appropriate to say it is a door, it is just a layer of illusory black shadow, and there are countless things intertwined in the black shadow, which are wronged souls, evil spirits and evil ghosts.As soon as you get close, you can feel the gloomy and heart-pounding emotions.

"The existence of this door has always been a secret, and my father does not allow outsiders to know." Long Er broke the silence and said very reluctantly, "...if people know the existence of this thing, the tourism and breeding industries in Xihai will suffer. Annihilation."

Wen Xi praised sincerely: "...Good guy, it's really a modern development."

Linyu's expression gradually became serious.He concentrated for a moment, then unexpectedly stretched out his hand towards the black figure, his white fingertips were immediately surrounded by black mist, and he actually allowed the black mist to gradually spread, and he never expelled anyone.

Long Er was obviously taken aback.What shocked him even more was that Wen Xi did not stop his partner's dangerous behavior, but instead looked thoughtfully at the pulsating waves inside the door.

"After the war, Xihai took a large part of the Purdue Resentful Souls, and because of this, he received heavenly awards and tens of thousands of merits. I didn't expect most of them to be here. The Dragon King back then was indeed powerful."

Lin Yu's voice gradually cooled down.

Those things in the "door lock" originated from the war between gods and demons in ancient times. Countless creatures who committed crimes or died of injustice fell into the depths of the ocean and were buried under this cold pool. Nian howled, and finally condensed into a lock that could suppress the evil spirit here.

Thousands of resentful souls have no place to return, but are locked in this dark place, and are regarded as the door locks to suppress the cracks in the hell realm. One can imagine their resentment.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it will hurt you..." Wen Xi patted Lin Yu's hand, as if he was smoothing the fur of something fluffy.Taking advantage of the violent volcanic eruption of the person beside him, he turned to Long Er and said, "It's about this time, Mr. Ao, please explain?"

There was no light in the world, and the wails of resentful souls were like layers of waves, wrapping the three people present in an airtight, momentarily as if people were in the ancient chaos, with no light, no sound, no life and death.

——Perhaps, opening the hell way and returning to the world is the pillar that has supported their souls for so many years.This idea jumped out at the same time, and appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

Long Er remained silent.

Lin Yu shook her head, patted Wen Xi and held her paw firmly: "It's okay, I'll go over and have a look."

Wen Xi, who was experienced in such answers, grabbed him with his backhand and pulled him towards himself: "Listen to what he has to say first."

Lin Yu didn't notice, and was dragged slightly by him, but finally stopped in her tracks—at this moment, accompanied by a roar like a wave, Long Er opened his mouth as if making up his mind.

"The realm of hell is vast, but there is a crack in the West Sea. For thousands of years, we have used countless methods to strengthen this door, lest the things in the realm of hell escape, but with little success. As a last resort, a certain It was a senior who made such a bad move."

As if his feet were stepping on burning coals, Long Er's voice was low and hoarse, and he was suffering from great pain: "The turning point came in that battle. The resentment of the soul and the evil spirit of hell were entangled and suppressed, and then they were balanced... The matter was done by the senior who kept it from everyone, and by the time the others found out, it was too late, so they could only let it go and continue to use this method to strengthen the 'door lock'."

Because of the truth concealed by one's own selfishness, it turned out to have an effect on the only grandchild of Dragon Palace in the end. This causal cycle is really hard to say.

"It's been too long, and most of them are out of shape." Lingyu rolled up the Qingguang of Transcending Soul in his hands, chatting as a belated comfort.

What responded to him was a burst of mournful wailing, and...the real owner of the West Sea Crystal Palace.

"Ao Qing!" The voice of the Dragon King of the West Sea came from afar, "What are you doing here..."

After seeing the people in front of him clearly, his voice stopped abruptly.A little white dragon wrapped around his hand and said timidly: "Father, Grandpa heard that there are guests coming, he said he would come..."

"what sound?"

The surprise, grief, and resentment brought about by the long-lost reunion gradually subsided. Zilan calmed down, picked up her phone and turned it on, only to find more than a dozen missed calls.He listened for a while, and said, "It's a ghost crying."

The long-lost reunion said: "It seems a little different."

"These ghosts are not treacherous and evil. They consume too much mana for too long, so they are not as violent as those in hell." Zilan quickly explained, "Floating oars..."

"Those ghosts are indeed not treacherous and evil." Floating Paddle interrupted him, "If I die, I shouldn't be as vicious as these sinners in hell."

Zilan's fingers froze, and the hand pressing the dial key stopped in mid-air.After a while, he said coldly, "So you're leaving, right?"

"It's too easy to just say what you say and leave."

The author says:

Well, people who have always been good-tempered will be more scary when they get angry~