When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

Xian Xun moved forward slowly, and looked back at Fu Song every two steps, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Fu Song put his hands behind his back, looked at Xian Xun's back indifferently, until he had walked to the figure, and then looked away.

"I heard that when Princess Aozhen died thousands of years ago, the Dragon King spent half of his strength to save Xianxun's name." Zhu Ye leaned under a pagoda tree and looked casually at the scene after seeing Xianxun. The Xihai Longjun looked a little unable to restrain himself.

"As the lord of the West Sea, the Dragon Lord of the West Sea is not allowed to leave the Dragon Palace of the West Sea on weekdays if he has nothing to do. He has been suppressed for thousands of years, and it is normal for him to be saddened by this sea of ​​flowers." Fu Song lowered his eyes, and looked away, Looking at the place where the little fairy in Tsing Yi stayed just now.

The other side flower that had been soaked by tears bloomed extremely coquettishly, and the two remaining tears clinging to it were like the dew in the morning.

After Zhu Ye heard it, he didn't speak anymore, he just sighed, and finally said: "Xian Xun Ming is good."

"En." Fu Song watched Xian Xun come back, his eyes were red and swollen, and after bowing to Lord Xihai Long, who had already returned to God, Fu Song led him forward.

The feeling of licking the calf is not so obvious in the upper realm.

33 The blood and family relationship in Chongtian is weak, and the reason is also because they have to abide by their duties, and it takes too long to become a god. It is not that Fu Song has not seen clans that fell apart with each other, and naturally he has seen clans that cherish feathers.

Xihai Longjun was not the first one, but it was the first thing that really happened to him.

After walking some distance to the west, Xian Xun finally stopped looking back.

Children are always easily attracted by the things around them. After a while, Xianxun put all his energy on the woman who was serving porridge on a high bridge.

The bridge was far above them, it looked very far away, but Xianxun could see the long line behind her.

Those are the souls of mortals. After death, they must walk on the Naihe Bridge. A bowl of Mengpo soup is enough to forget all the past.

"Xianjun, they all look alike." Xianxun frowned and said uncertainly. He wanted to take a closer look, but accidentally bumped into a manju flower on the side, and he was so scared that he backed away immediately. step.

"The clothes are fine." Fu Song tidied up his hem, and then took his hand and walked directly onto the Naihe Bridge.

Po Meng is actually not old.

There are tens of thousands of rumors in the mortal world, and most people have said that Po Meng is a painted skin ghost with exquisite bones. She stands on the bridge every day and spreads porridge. A more beautiful skin.

The reality is always the opposite.

Po Meng's appearance is not considered beautiful, but she is also a very attractive type.

When Xianxun was by her side, he always felt that there would be a reassuring aura coming from her.

"Grandma Meng." Fu Song called out beside Granny Meng. Granny Meng squinted her eyes, then shook her head with a smile, and said, "Immortal Fu Song and... Immortal Zhuye from the upper realm. My porridge today It’s not finished yet, please wait.”

Hearing this, Fu Song took Xian Xun to a place like a small teahouse in the back, poured three cups of tea, and waited quietly.

"Xianjun?"

Fu Song put down the cup in his hand, looked at Xian Xun's apprehensive expression, finally couldn't hold back, stroked his hair, and said softly: "Even if I love you so much, Xihai Longjun and I, in your heart, you Your father will always be in your heart."

If this heart knot is not resolved, when Xianxun turns into a horned dragon a hundred years later, if something goes wrong, it will be too late to recover.

Xianxun's palm trembled, and some of the hot tea in the cup spilled on his hand, but he lowered his head and said nothing as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Zhu Ye put the teacup on the tip of his nose and smelled it gently, without saying a word.

The tea here from Meng Po is not the best, it has an aged bitterness, but it also has a special aloes fragrance.

Xian Xun is not used to drinking, but Fu Song and Zhu Ye love it very much. After drinking two cups of tea, the cold hands and feet that were frozen in the sea of ​​flowers just now felt warm.

The pot of porridge that Meng Po was in charge of had already been used, and she was walking towards them wiping her hands.

"The two immortals came to visit me, but do you have something to ask?" Po Meng stood aside and did not sit down together.

Fu Song lowered his eyes, and said naturally: "Grandma Meng should sit down. The three of us are very close to each other, there is no reason for me and...Zhu Ye to sit down, but let you stand."

Only then did Granny Meng simply sit down.

"I don't talk empty words." She poured herself a cup of tea, brushed the broken hair that fell by her ears, and Xianxun realized that her hands were extremely delicate.

"I probably know something about what Xianjun did." Looking at Xianxun's big Ziyingying eyes, Meng Po bent her eyes with a smile, and stretched out her hand to pinch his face.

"The mother of this child is Princess Aozhen. This little princess has been kind all her life, and many sea beasts and mortals have been rescued by her." Granny Meng pulled out a bright candied haws from her arms and handed it to Xianxun , looked into his glowing eyes, and said: "Princess Aozhen was condemned to a lifetime of immortal fate because of her consummation of merit and virtue. It's just that she was willing to give up, and exchanged her immortal fate for her love with a white snake in the next life."

"Become a mortal?"

"Yes." Granny Meng got up, looked at her pot full of hot soup that seemed to be overflowing, stood up and bowed to salute, "The pot is full again, I have to go to work."

Xian Xun pressed his thumping heart with both hands, and watched Granny Meng pass a bowl of porridge to the restless ghost with a confused face, before they stepped onto the Naihe Bridge expressionlessly.

"Xianjun, will father and mother also cross the Naihe bridge?" Xian Xun finally asked after walking a long way.

"No." Fu Song shook his head, looking at the long gray line that still had no end in sight, "Immortals follow a different path, and judge whether they will be human or immortal in the next life according to their merits and virtues in life and their own wishes."

"Oh." Xian Xun nodded obediently, looked at God Zhu Ye who didn't know when he suddenly stopped talking, rolled his eyes twice, and finally mustered up the courage to lightly touch his clothes.

Zhu Ye was surprised, and saw that Xian Xun's face was flushed, he hesitated for a while but couldn't say anything, and finally bent down heavily after a long while, but still didn't say a word, turned around and returned to Fu Song's side .

This stupid boy.

After turning from the underworld to the royal city of the underworld, Fusong and the others were led to their place of residence by the Netherland envoy who came to guide the way.

Zhu Ye's status is extremely high, and Fu Song and Xian Xun got the honor by following him, and lived together in Yuhuang Palace, which is famous for its prosperity.

Everywhere in Yuhuang Palace is exquisite, even the railing on which one occasionally sits in the promenade has startlingly carved cumbersome lines. It is rumored that there are many monsters in the area outside the underworld that has not yet been flattened. Therefore, the railing Most of these complex lines seem to have a defensive function.

Legend has it that in the underworld battle tens of thousands of years ago, the Lord of the Underworld used his body to transform the entire royal city, blocking the most fatal blow, and only then was he able to preserve the underworld.

The subsequent Pluto kings would carve patterns around this underworld, one to protect the entire Nether Continent, and the other to...

"Oh, Xianjun, these patterns are really beautiful." Xian Xun bluffed when he saw the patterns engraved on the floor of Yuhuang Palace, and resolutely turned into a dragon body and started to rub comfortably on the ground up.

Fu Song bent his eyes, looking down from the master bedroom on the second floor, the koi swimming around in Chaoyang Lake below looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Nether Continent King City is not underground, and it is dusk at this moment, the warm red light drifts down, and there is still a trace of warmth falling on the body, coupled with the faint light breeze blowing, it is so comfortable that it is almost a little buoyant.

"Under the setting sun, God Lord Fu Song is actually watching the koi in the lake here?" An extremely frivolous voice came from behind, Fu Song raised his eyebrows and looked behind him.

Apart from Zhu Ye, who disappeared as soon as he arrived in Wangcheng, and Xian Xun, who was playing with the koi in the water, there was no one else.

Fu Song turned around and looked at the person who was wearing a black robe with complex gold thread patterns, and the hair was still tied with the imperial crown in the Hades. He took a step back, bowed and said, "Your Majesty the Underworld."

"The fairy is really beautiful. There are thousands of female fairies in the sky and the earth, but none of them can see half of the fairy's demeanor." The Lord Ming took two steps forward, just as he was about to reach out his hand to touch Fu Song's chin, but was caught The other hand that came across suddenly stopped it.

"That's because His Majesty Mingjun prefers masculinity." Zhu Ye's face did not have the usual playful and relaxed look in front of Fu Song, and at this moment he looked at Ming Jun expressionlessly, which surprised Fu Song.

Ming Jun resentfully put down his hand, looked at Zhu Ye who appeared out of nowhere, and said as if he couldn't hold back his face: "You know how to bully me when I'm young."

"I was only born 100 years earlier than you." Zhu Ye was completely defeated by Mingjun's shameless words, looked at him and said, "I heard that Mingjun just accepted a new favorite not long ago, why didn't you see him?"

"If you can't get on the table, why bring it out?" The Lord of the Underworld didn't care at all, looking at Fu Song with eyes comparable to Xian Xun's shining after seeing a deep-sea prawn, "If Immortal Fu Song is willing to marry For me, Dongling is willing to welcome you with the gift of the Empress of the Underworld, all the monarchs from all over the world are invited, and 99 heavenly escaping spirit cranes... Hey, hey."

Just now the face was still serious, Zhu Ye, who was obviously in a bad mood, finally swung around heavily in the astonished and frightened eyes of the Fu Song God.

The underworld master of Dongling, who was knocked to the ground, was looking forward to the last moment when he saw the fiery red sky, and the immortal servants who had just witnessed what happened... don't tell the story.

The rare feast of morning flowers once in a hundred years, Dongling Mingjun, who was supposed to attend the ceremony with great splendor... In the end, he still complained of illness and spent a miserable night in the palace.

Poor and deplorable.