When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

Zhu Ye, who had just disappeared after handing over the bouquet of flowers in his hand to Fu Song, finally reappeared out of nowhere.

Fu Song was more or less worried that his habitual lawlessness would offend the old man in Beihuang, so he paid more attention to him in his words.

The only strange thing is that Zhu Ye treats the old man with full respect like a little fairy who really abides by the rules and is just like a young fairy in the early days.

"Shenjun Fu Po." Zhu Ye bowed extremely respectfully, and then moved to Fu Song's side like a little daughter-in-law, without saying a word, looking very reserved.

Fu Song and Xian Xun were full of doubts, but seeing the old man's peaceful and at ease, they seemed to be used to it, and they were not surprised at all.

Fu Song shrugged, since that's the case, he didn't bother with this matter.

"There are very few people who know the old man's real body. It's not easy for the young master to be able to see through it at a glance." The old man of Beihuang squinted at Zhu Ye, and hummed softly, posing as an old urchin.

Zhu Ye just bared his teeth and smiled brightly, but didn't reply.

"Little Ah Song, you treat me as a guest, how about living in Xizhuyunhai?" The old man of Beihuang was lying on the soft couch in a spirited manner, and Xianxun beside him obediently peeled a lychee for him, It's just that the potholes are really horrible.

The old man didn't dislike it either, he pinched Xianxun's face with a smile, and looked at Fu Song who had already agreed.

The flowers bloom for a hundred days, although the flowers on the other side will not wither after blooming for a thousand years, but the most beautiful scene is only the most cloudy in these few days.

The extremely cloudy day after the Shengyang was a great time for Fu Song to make up for it, so he was delayed for another two days in the underworld before he planned to return to the sky.

Before leaving, Fu Song personally went to see His Majesty the Underworld Lord who was said to be going to retreat for cultivation because of the extremely cloudy day.

Sitting next to His Majesty Mingjun was a half-dressed beauty, holding a cup of pure purple syrup to his mouth, and when he saw Fu Song coming in, he coughed for a while.

"It seems that everything is fine, Your Majesty." Fu Song looked casually at His Majesty Mingjun's seemingly crooked nose, and finally decided not to say anything. Anyway, the recovery ability of the Dragon Clan has always been extremely strong, and the nose is good, but it's nothing. It takes three or two days.

Dong Ling wanted to say something, but the weeping beauty at his feet tugged at his hem, causing him to stumble. In such a missed moment, Fu Song had long since disappeared.

Dong Ling, who couldn't find anyone, was very sad and sat back on the soft looking couch, pulled up the soft and boneless beauty on the ground and placed her on top of her, and stretched her hands into her body, Satisfied with the blush on his face due to his actions, he finally muttered as if talking to himself: "I wanted to advise him at first... Forget it, such a beautiful day... Ouch! "

"My Majesty the Lord of the Underworld." Zhu Ye reached out his hand in disgust to pick up the raccoon cat spirit that had been frightened and turned into a prototype, threw him on the ground, and said, "You should choose some high-quality companions to accompany you." , these little spirits who are used to making troubles, if they have sex with you, sooner or later they will suck the essence/qi out of your body."

His Majesty Mingjun covered his nose that had spewed blood again, and wiped the soft quilt embarrassingly on one side, and managed to stop the bleeding, then jumped up from the soft couch, stretched out an arm tremblingly, Said: "You you you...!"

Zhu Ye threw away the towel that he had just wiped his hands with, and sat on a clean chair with a calm expression on his face.

Seeing his serious expression, Dong Ling stopped being a demon, put down his hand covering his nose, looked at him and said, "Why can't you tell him?"

"Now is not the time." Zhu Ye propped his chin, admiring the few drops of blood dripping from Dong Ling's chin on the ground, and the raccoon spirit who was looking around the door unwilling to leave, but couldn't see inside, and said: "I owed you a dragon muscle back then, and I will definitely pay you back in the future."

Dong Ling waved his hand, "I'm naturally rebellious, I have one more dragon tendon than ordinary dragons, and it feels more comfortable after I pull it out for you."

"It's not good for you." Zhu Ye stood up and straightened his cuffs, "Don't say what you shouldn't say. The [-]-mile royal city in the underworld will be suppressed by you alone. Ah Song knows too much, so He's no good."

"It means you can bear it." Dong Ling sneered, accidentally touched his own injured nose, covered it with hissing cold air, and said, "You really do it!"

Zhu Ye gave him a cool sideways glance, and stopped talking.

On the way back, Xianxun suddenly suggested for some reason that he wanted to go to the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, so Fu Song followed suit.

Apart from them, there is no other god in the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore at this moment, and besides the coquettish Manzhu in full bloom, there are only a few pagoda tree willows that have lived for an unknown number of years.

When He Xianxun happened to pass by the fork in the road where he saw the Dragon King again, he found that the place where the little fairy in Tsing Yi used to be was extraordinarily luxuriant in blooming flowers.

Sitting in the front half of the flower is a female fairy wearing a pink palace dress and a flying fairy bun, surrounded by fairy spirit.

There was no maid accompanying her, but she was holding a blue ribbon in her hand, her eyes were half-bright, and she couldn't tell what she felt when she looked at the extremely alluring manju in front of her.

At this moment, none of them spoke, but after leaving the boundary, Xian Xun finally seemed to have breathed out, took two big breaths, patted his chubby chest and said, "Xianjun, you can hold back!" Ah Xun is dead. The road just now was almost breathless."

"That's the oppression of the higher-ups. She didn't do it on purpose, but she was too sad." Fu Song hurriedly comforted, and briefly talked to Xian Xun while traveling, "The message from the blue ribbon is the consonance of the little fairy in blue." .I vaguely remember that the one dancing in the hall during the ascension seemed to be Immortal Jasmine. From a distance, she seemed to resemble her."

"Ah." Xian Xun clapped his hands, and suddenly realized: "That little fairy finally went with her husband, right? Under the leafless manzhu, there seems to be a touch of emerald green."

"Probably." Fu Song smiled, and lightly brushed a strand of hair falling from Xianxun's ear, "Hey, give this to Xiaocaojing."

Xianxun reached out to take it, and looked at it, it seemed that the piece of black soil closest to the soil in the Underworld was a top-grade tonic for flowers and plants.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Xian Xun patted his head in frustration, "Don't tell me, I forgot to bring that piece of soil to Xiaocao."

Xianxun's bun face wrinkled into a ball, he put the bag in his arms like a baby, patted it lightly twice, then took Fu Song's arm again, and said: "Xianjun, the palace gate is here."

The old man from the Northern Wilderness did not follow the same path as them.

According to what he said, the sea of ​​flowers had too much influence on him, so in order to avoid some unnecessary accidents, he took another path, and at this moment he has probably arrived at the Sea of ​​Bamboo Clouds and is waiting.

Fu Song held Xian Xun's hand and was about to fly into the air, but suddenly found a pink figure behind him.

There were many gods coming and going at the palace gate, but Fairy Jasmine stopped in front of her, bowed her knees and saluted, turned around and left without saying a word afterward.

Xianxun was puzzled, but still let Fu Song hold his hand and brought him to Xizhu Palace.

"In the future, you can go to that sister's place often." Looking down from the air, Fusong can vaguely see the sea of ​​flowers located in the third heaven. What blooms is the lushness.

"Yes." Xian Xun nodded obediently, then lowered his head slightly, and said with embarrassment: "That sister is so beautiful, even more beautiful than any sister Ah Xun has ever seen."

Fu Song scratched Xianxun's nose dumbfounded, "These words are really familiar."

Xian Xun fell down beside Fu Song's lap in overwhelmed joy, smiled and didn't answer.

"Also," Fu Song blinked, and said with some distress: "When Xianxun is talking to Sister Jasmine, if Mrs. Qin is present, he should pay more attention."

"Xianjun is talking about the trumpet lady?" Xian Xun slammed his mouth, a little inconceivable, "Since that lady married Songbai Xiaoxian, although she has restrained a lot, in recent years, no matter it is a trivial matter Nothing can escape her mouth."

"She's cute." Fu Song patted his head, "She likes to gossip the most, but she doesn't mean anything malicious. If Ah Xun feels bored..."

Xian Xun nodded, and said: "When I was in Xihai, Grandma Long often took Ah Xun to find that empress, she is indeed a very good fairy."

In the Xizhu Palace, Xiaocao Jing is diligently cleaning the courtyard as always, trying to keep the courtyard clean and tidy.

It's just that this day, the little grass spirit who had always been hardworking suddenly had the urge to give up after seeing someone.

After the god who was surrounded by colorful fairy spirits arrived at Xizhu Palace, he used the token given by Fusong to directly cross the layer of enchantment around the surrounding area, and sat down on the tree that Fusong loved to sit on on weekdays. under the tree.

After all, the little grass spirit couldn't suppress her instinctive drive. After dropping the broom in her hand, she became a prototype and fell asleep so peacefully at the feet of the god.

After Fu Song went back, what he saw was such a scene.

Under the familiar tree, the familiar figure.

If the tragedy of a thousand years ago did not happen again, I am afraid that after a thousand years, he is in the territory of the Wu clan, and the elder Wu Ya should also be drinking tea under the tree, chatting about the emperor who refuses to appear in this world anyway And the world that has not yet been completely settled.

At this moment, when I look at it again, I have noticed that Fu Song has returned, and I have turned into a human form again, holding Xian Xun and running to the side of Xiaocao, and the old man of Beihuang who has calmed down and sat under the tree calmly... ...It was completely different from what I had just thought in my heart.

Fu Song suppressed the bitterness in his heart, walked two steps forward with a smile, bowed towards Fu Po, and said: "The room prepared for you is next to Ah Xun, and the location is also good."

Fu Po Shenjun nodded casually, squinted his eyes and looked at the Shenmu Forest not too far away from the Xizhuyunhai, and said: "The fairy servants here are all spirits of the Shenmu Forest. Although their status is not high, they are all Born and raised by nature, the old man is here, so let’s also teach it.”

"Hard work, my lord." Fu Song looked at his already young face with a look of nostalgia with a smile on his face, and looked at the little grass spirit who was secretly looking here. He just felt in his heart that it was unattainable in the hearts of all the immortals. In the sky above, he was finally no longer alone.

The author has something to say: Stupid author (serious face): Shenjun Shenjun, why are you so cowardly all of a sudden.

Zhu Ye (more respectful): The future father-in-law is his own brother, how can he not please him.

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The author must have stepped on his papa in the past two days, and today he was scolded by Ma Ma on the phone, saying that the stupid author spends money lavishly (couldn’t be happy)

The stupid author knows that his family is in trouble recently, so he works part-time in the cafeteria at noon and eats lunch after work, which is leftovers from other people.

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Update so late...sorry QAQ