When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

Gouchen Palace, where the Emperor of Heaven usually lives, is only a quarter of an hour away from Hongmeng Temple Tengyun, Fu Song quickened his pace, and it only took half of the usual time to reach the gate of the palace.

The two rows of 24 little fairies who are in charge outside stand in front of the palace gate divided into four rows, with colorful brocades tied around their elbows and delicate makeup on their faces.

"Shenjun Fusong." The leading immortal bowed his knees to salute Fusong without raising his head, "Your Majesty has been waiting inside for a long time."

Fu Song nodded, and after the fairy officer turned around, he brought Fu Song into the gate that looked like an exquisite cage from the outside.

There was a faint fairy air inside, and the purple smoke slowly burning in the beast stove contained the invigorating aroma of Shezhi. The familiar smell made Fu Song a little fascinated, but he didn't stop for a moment.

The cold voice without a hint of tenderness in his memory broke through the table in front of his case, "Isn't Fu Song, is there something wrong?"

Fu Song lowered his eyes, not wanting to look directly at the man sitting on the bright yellow chair, "The little white dragon at home was playful, was accidentally caught outside, and was thrown in the forbidden area, listening to the reception area outside the forbidden area. The immortal said that he was taken there by His Majesty."

"Your little white dragon?" The man behind the desk stood up from the seat, and the shadows emanating from him made Fu Song, who was standing below, feel a little strenuous right now.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Majesty?"

"Someone told me that the father of the little white dragon was a little white snake raised by the traitor Wu Song thousands of years ago..." The shadow was close to two points, and then a pair of bright yellow shoes embroidered with dragons appeared in front of Fu Song. , "You said, is this true or false?"

"Your Majesty was joking." Fu Song raised his eyes, looked straight into Li Ye's eyes, and said calmly, "Ah Xun is the only son of Princess Aozhen, the youngest daughter of the Dragon King of the West Sea. Tian listened to the scriptures for a hundred years, and then transformed into a dragon body under Fusong's seat, and after that, he became a boy of Fusong."

"As for the saying that Ah Xun is the mortal white snake Xianxu, Fu Song has never heard of it."

Li Ye squinted his eyes, and looked dangerously at Fu Song, who was still calm in front of him, cold and didn't want to say much, and seemed to smear his mouth if he said a word, suddenly smiled and said: "Of course , the blood of the dragon clan is so proud, how can it be defiled by a smashed snake species in the mortal world."

Xiao Xianxun, who just woke up, heard these words and wanted to change into his original form and wrap around Li Ye's neck to scratch him to death!

Just when he was about to jump up with luck, he heard Fu Song's faint voice, "In ancient times, there were no blood species of dragons and snakes. Xianxun can transform into a real dragon, and Nuwa is a snake-body mother until death." , Bloodlines are determined by nature, there is no distinction between high and low."

Xianxun looked at his own Xianjun with tears in his eyes.

Li Ye was silent, turned around after a while and said: "Bitter Cold Cliff is a forbidden place above the 33rd layer of heaven, without permission, you are not allowed to enter without authorization in the future."

Fu Song immediately took three steps at a time and took two steps at a time to carry out his own pet, which was still in vain, in his hand.

Xiaoxian found Gou Chendian who didn't dare to breathe out of the atmosphere, and immediately started to climb up and down Fu Song's body like a cat having fun, and began to talk about how scared he was.

"Xianjun, Xianjun, Bitter Cold Cliff is really cold, don't go there alone in the future, what should you do if you are freezing?"

"Xianjun Xianjun, where did you hide? Xianxun searched for you on the edge of Bitter Cold Cliff for a long time but couldn't find you."

"Xianjun Xianjun, how do you know that I was caught and thrown in... eh? Xianjun?"

Fu Song stopped, took Xiao Bailong's Qicun, put it in front of his face and said: "Who threw you in."

Xianxun blushed, but his skin was too thick to tell the color, "Yes, yes..."

"it's me."

The breeze blew gently over the lotus leaves beside the fairy pond, emitting a burst of fragrance. The little water spirits who were playing in the pond seemed to feel the austere atmosphere, and immediately left in groups of three or two without knowing where they were going.

Fu Song put Xian Xun, who had shaken into a hemp rope, into the Qiankun bag tied around his waist, only revealing his small dragon head with two tender horns.

"Bad guy! Bullying the dragon!" Xian Xun found a backer on the waist of his own fairy, and now he saw the culprit who made him suffer so much and cursed immediately.

Fu Song pinched Xian Xun's mouth with two fingers, and let him roll and struggle in the brocade bag, but he didn't let go of his strength.

The coercion emanating from that person made him a little unbearable.

Fu Song's face turned pale.

Now the world is full of wilderness, even counting the immeasurable heavens in the west and the underworld, there are countless things that can make him unable to support.

33 The position of supremacy above the heaven sounds extremely lofty, but if the age, qualifications and immortal rank are put there, no matter where the ancestor came out of the mountain, he can slap the proud Li Ye to death with a single slap.

Even if they were born in an ordinary year, if their seniority is a bit higher, the treatment will vary greatly.

"Fu Song is blind and blind, dare to ask..."

His slightly lowered head was supported by someone, a hand was placed under his chin, and the person who was dozens of steps away from him just now was still in front of him, "But I haven't seen you for a thousand years, Ah Song doesn't recognize me anymore?"

Fu Song was even more confused at the moment.

Xiaoxian couldn't vent her anger when she found her master, and the villain who caught him still molested her master like a disciple, even though the other party looked like a villain again.

... As a dragon with backbone, Xianxun silently shrank back into the Qiankun bag, and decided to cultivate him for ten or eight years, and then bite the ass of the visitor!

The evening wind blows gently on the shore, and more and more gods come out to enjoy the scenery at this moment. Nowadays, Fu Song, who is newly promoted to the throne, seldom appears in front of people. Few people onlookers.

Fu Song took a step back slightly, with a cold expression on his face, bowed his head and put on a humble look: "It's getting late, Ah Xun was frightened, and he couldn't resist the cold air of the Bitter Cold Cliff, so Fu Song took a step first and changed I will come to the door again to apologize."

Impossible to resist the cold, Xian Xun is currently grinding his teeth with a hard object, trying to temper his iron teeth and copper teeth as soon as possible to vent his anger on his master.

No matter who was at fault, no matter whether the person in front of him deliberately threw Xian Xun into the Bitter Cold Cliff first, it was he who broke into the Bitter Cold Cliff first.

If it is from a good point, it can be said that he captured Ah Xun and reported to himself that Li Ye was heading to Bitter Cold Cliff.

But if we talk about it from the evil side, it can be said that he deliberately threw Ah Xun into it, so that he had to face Shang Li Ye directly.

But what is his intention in doing this?

Fu Song was walking in front, and the immortal who didn't know who it was was following behind.

Xian Xun poked his head out of his pocket, and Shui Lingling looked at Fu Song unblinkingly, "Xian Jun, did Ah Xun get into trouble?"

Fu Song had already seen the gate of Xizhu Palace, and the little grass spirit in charge of cleaning in front of the gate immediately put down the broom in his hand and ran two steps forward.

Seeing the revolutionary relatives, Xiao Xianxun immediately jumped out of the brocade bag and fled without a trace. The god who had been following Fu Song in an upright manner looked at the prototype of the little white dragon dragging a little grass spirit on his back. He ran away without a trace for a moment, and said, "Is this what a frightened dragon looks like?"

Fu Song pushed open the door without changing his expression, stretched out an arm, "God, please come in."

The visitor walked past Fu Song and went in without seeing anyone else, and wanted to reach out to hold Fu Song's hand at the end, but he dodged sideways.

So Shenjun was a little sad, looked at Fu Song who didn't care at all, and said: "Ah Song doesn't like me anymore."

Unintentionally, Fu Song, who was a heartless person, waved back expressionlessly a group of little fairy servants who pretended to be cleaning, but actually listened to gossip.

He made tea on the main seat, stood up, and was about to get some fragrant leaves, but was suddenly embraced by the people around him.

"..." Fu Song stretched out his hand to push the man away, took a step back, and put the smoking teapot farther away, "Shangshen respects himself."

"Ah Song smells so good." The man in white immediately left Fu Song's side after he succeeded, sat down on the futon in an orderly manner, picked up a cup of fragrant tea, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it twice , just put it down again.

Fu Song lost the intention to get the fragrant leaves, sat on the futon with a sullen face, and finally did not intend to continue to detour, and said directly: "Why did the gods arrest my family, Ah Xun, and throw them into the bitter cold where the cold air invades the body?" On the cliff?"

Unexpectedly, that person was even more wronged, "I saw you go to Bitter Cold Cliff earlier, and I was going to say hello to you, but I saw Li Ye passing by alone, so I caught the little dog who was following you. Bailong, let him go in and report to you." But I didn't expect that the little Bailong was so young that he was cold and fainted not long after he entered.

Fu Song believed his big lie.

There are so many people in the world who can directly call the Emperor of Heaven by his name but don't call him Emperor, but Fu Song can't think of anyone like this person in front of him.

"Ah," the man seemed to remember suddenly, he arched his jade-like fingers, and knocked on his forehead, "Ah Song, Zhulong said, now my name is Zhu Ye."

"Ancient God Candle Dragon?!" Fu Song opened his eyes wide, looking at the person in white clothes in front of him, who was no serious person, and said in surprise.

Candle Dragon is the ancient god, who opens his eyes for day and closes his eyes for night.Later, due to the birth of Taiyi, the sun and the moon appeared. For the balance of the world, he moved to Zhongshan, set up an enchantment around it, and became the mountain god of Zhongshan.

Once this ancient god is born, even the emperors above the 33 heavens will bow their heads to greet him.

"Ah." Zhu Ye blinked, stood up from the futon, estimated the time, and said regretfully: "Now I can only take advantage of the nine hours when Zhulong is sleeping, and wait for the next time. Come to see you again, don't forget me."

Fu Song pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, not thinking about what he said.

"Your Majesty, Fu Song dares to forget." Fu Song kept leaning down, stood aside and bowed to see him off, but he stood up with his arms.

Afterwards, Zhu Ye lost his playful expression, and his serious face made Fu Song a little nervous. He couldn't help but took a step back, but saw the man smiled again, and said, "Ah Song's appearance is very similar to that of a thousand years ago. .”

Fu Song took a deep breath and said nothing.

A white-clothed waiter stood outside the palace gate at some point, Fu Song looked over, but it was the person who was looking for Ah Xun at the entrance of the cave where he was, thinking about what Zhu Ye said just now... Could it be that he caught him Ah Xun, is it really to report to himself?

Here, Fu Song is sitting in the hall contemplating, while Xian Xun, who was captured again, is showing his teeth and claws, twisting and twisting in Zhu Ye's hand, trying to break free, but the other's palm is like a cage. Even if I twisted, I couldn't escape half a point.

"Little White Snake, I just want to ask you a few questions." Zhu Ye sat at the stone table under the peach blossom tree in the garden in front of Xizhu Palace, propped his chin, and placed Xianxun on the table, glowing softly like white jade Gently tapped Xianxun's head with his hand, "Did your Xianjun have any peach blossoms around him in these years?"

"Peach Blossom?" Xian Xun stopped moving his body a little bit, twitched the tip of his tail twice, then shook his head and said: "Xian Xun really wishes for a goddess who can repair with my god, but for thousands of years, Xian Jun has been Fusang Soul refining on the island..." Xianxun suddenly slipped his mouth, and quickly blocked his mouth with the tail of a snake, but he didn't have time to plug Zhu Ye's ears.

Zhu Ye lightly tapped the stone table's fingers, looked at Xianxun who was laying on the stone table in a ball and tried to pretend to be dead, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Soul refining?"

The fairy attendant behind him took a step back calmly, then checked the surroundings, and found that there was no fairy with long ears, and then cast a barrier around him.

"Xianxun doesn't know anything..." Xianxun wanted to cry but looked at Zhu Ye, who had the face of a disciple just now, suddenly turned into the cold-faced King of Hades. I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.

"Ah Xun, good boy." Zhu Ye smiled slightly, Xian Xun only felt that his mind was confused, so he just followed Zhu Ye's question and said everything truthfully.

"You have to tell me all about Ah Song's 1000 years in the West Sea." Zhu Ye leaned on the trunk of the peach blossom tree behind him, holding a teacup that was still warm in his hand. that cup.

"I met Xianjun on Mount Zhaoyao..." Ah Xun looked erratic, "At that time, Xianjun was like the weakest little demon, and his appearance was like a child."

"Later, my father's death was approaching, and Xianjun took me away from Zhaoyao Mountain...with the help of Grandpa Longjun, I went to Fusang Island." Ah Xun frowned slightly, as if thinking of something embarrassing, "Xianjun helped me on the island. After Ah Xun buried his parents, he handed Ah Xun to Grandpa Long Jun and gave Ah Xun a kit."

Zhu Ye lowered his eyes, put the teacup on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, it seemed that he could still smell a faint scent of Buddhist fragrance.

"Xianjun and Grandpa Longjun brought Ah Xun to the west, while he himself was on Fusang Island, saying that he was going to retreat to refine his body and temper his soul..." Xian Xun's expression gradually returned to clarity, and he heard a burst of stones breaking and being crushed into pieces. There was a dust-like sound, but the God Lord Zhu Ye who had just played with him like a toy had long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground, and the stone table and chairs that had been erected under the peach blossom tree had disappeared. missing.

Ah Xun: "..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Xianjun was not broken by Ah Xun..." Xianxun was sobbing that he even forgot his transformation form, and rushed into the main hall with a burst of crying.

The little grass spirit who 'witnessed' what had happened wiped Xian Xun's cold sweat sympathetically, then conscientiously picked up his broom, and jumped towards the pile of dust with arrogance.

Fu Song comforted Ah Xun for a while, and finally let him dry his snot bubbles, and curled up in Fu Song's arms to wipe the golden peas.

"In a few months, it will be the birthday of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, Ah Xun, have you thought about a gift for them?" Fu Song put Xian Xun on his shoulder, and went to the bookshelf to find a few books.

Xian Xun shook his head, and with a crying voice sounding like a baby, he jumped to the front of the desk and became a prototype.

The white and tender feet without shoes were dangling on the desk, Fu Song looked at it funny, so he simply put down the book in his hand, walked to the front of the table, and spread ink.

Ah Xun found out that his celestial lord was going to paint for him, and was about to pose in a dignified pose, but he heard Fu Song telling him to do it like this.

Xian Xun shrugged his nose, but he really didn't move.

"Ah Xun doesn't know what gifts to give to the uncles." Xian Xun was a little worried.

He remembered that his mother was Grandpa Longjun's favorite little princess, but she was also one of the few pure-colored purple dragons in the world. It was just that after Xianxun transformed into a dragon body, he followed his father's white body, except for the two hairs on his forehead. Except for the undeveloped horns and eyes, the whole body is completely white.

The pure-blooded princess is naturally the darling of the world. Therefore, every year on the birthday of Grandpa Long Jun, this princess will be by his side. Therefore, Xihai is the party that receives the most gifts every year.

But my mother died thousands of years ago, and I heard later that Lord Xihailong hadn't held a birthday banquet for many years, and the rest of the Dragon Kings of the Three Seas treated the little princess Xihai very fondly, and after that, they were very depressed for a while.

It's just that this year is exactly a thousand years, no matter how you say it, it shouldn't be a trivial matter, and this year Xianxun has transformed into a dragon body, so according to the regulations, he also has to go back to the West Sea.

"For the birthday banquet of Lord Long of the West Sea, what I hope most is that you appear." Fu Song put down the pen in his hand, walked to Xian Xun, touched the dragon horn on his forehead, and said: "A Xun Sheng is white and tender. , you are very similar to your mother, and several Longbos will naturally like you."

Xian Xun, who had some low self-esteem because he was not a pure-blood dragon just now, suddenly opened his eyes, and his tender Baozi face was full of sincerity, "The Immortal never lied to Ah Xun, Ah Xun believes in the Immortal!"

"Ah Xun, I'll take you to Zhaoyao Mountain and find your mother's favorite things when she was alive, how about it?"

Xian Xun hesitated for a moment, looked at Fu Song's gentle face, and agreed with a smile.

"Xianjun, Xianjun, what did you paint Ah Xun?" Xian Xun jumped off the table, wanting to go to the table to see.

It's just that on the paper laid on the table, a white and tender little dragon is sitting on the table, but Fu Song, according to his memory, turned Xian Xun into a little ghost begging for food. Prominent, it can match Ah Xun's entire head.

Feeling deeply that there is no more glorious image in the heart of his own fairy, Xianxun couldn't help feeling sad, and the little grass spirit who came in to clean up in his arms cried again.

The author has something to say: I always feel that this chapter seems to expose the author's true nature...

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Cover your face and run, little angels, don’t be scared by the nest QAQ

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Thank you little angel and friends for throwing mines QAQ to Stupid Su, thank you so much QAQ

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