What evil can a dog have?

Hua Manwu did not bring Xiao Suo with him this time, and came to find Fu Dishen alone.

"Lu Chi is with me, if you want to find him, come to the Demon Realm."

Fu Di took a step back.

Seeing his doubts, Hua Manwu explained: "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it before you recovered the spiritual power of the King of Northern Border, so why wait until now."

Fu Dishen is no later than Lu Chi, and he is less resistant to the demon world, plus his current strength.

He hesitated for a while, and finally left with Huamanwu.

Go to the ghost world.

The place of reincarnation in the storybook myth, the place where all the wronged souls return.The bustling ghosts are wandering on Huangquan Road, and the flowers on the other side of the road are blooming.

It is said that this flower can awaken the memories of the past. Fu Di approached it deeply, but found that the ghost flower of the underworld did not work for him at all.

Huamanwu went into the water, causing ripples.

Fu Dishen couldn't swim, but the Wangchuan River didn't look deep. He sat on the bank of the river and slowly stretched out his feet until he stepped into the bottom of the river.

Contrary to expectations, there are no hard pebbles under the Wangchuan River, only soft and dense sand.

Walking into the river, Wangchuan water had already flooded Fu Dishen's chest, he subconsciously grabbed Huamanwu's sleeve: "I can't swim."

Huamanwu smiled indifferently: "What the Wangchuan River carries is not the water of the human world, but spiritual power. Even if you are submerged, as long as you are the king of the northern border, you will not be unable to breathe."

Not knowing if Fu Dishen was still uneasy about him, Hua Manwu saw the man step back a few steps, pinched his nose and plunged into the water.

Huamanwu followed his example and jumped into the water.

When the two of them swam to the side of the demon world, Huamanwu got out of the water first.Wang Chuan is miraculous, his clothes didn't get wet at all after swimming.He turned around and wanted to pull Fu Di to get up.

A white hand stretched out from the blue-green Wangchuan River, Hua Manwu reached out to grab it, and dragged him up with some effort.But what came out of the water was a man with long white hair.

At that moment, Hua Manwu thought it was Lu Chi, but when he took a closer look, he looked exactly like Fu Dishen.

He suddenly remembered that the Chu Shen he saw when he took Xiao Suo to seek help from the king of Northern Xinjiang had the same white hair as Lu Chi's ankles.

"What's going on?" Fu Dishen naturally found something different about himself.

I thought I was homogenized by a stupid dog.

"Let's go."

Fu Di nodded dully.

He always felt that Huamanwu seemed to know something, but he didn't say it.

He was led by Huamanwu into the palace of the Demon Realm.Fu Dishen didn't have the heart to look at the layout and design of the palace at all, he was full of wariness against Hua Manwu, and wanted to see his puppy sooner.

I don't know how long I walked, but I walked to a palace bedroom, and before I entered the door, I heard the meowing of a "meow meow" from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw Lu Chi leaning on the pillar with Erlang's legs crossed, with half an apple in his mouth, and a dog's tail grass in his hand: "Go and scratch Huamanwu's face, and I'll play with mine for you." Tail."

Good guy, he still wants to instigate rebellion from within.

So Xiao Suo rushed towards Huamanwu with lightning speed.But after being the cat's excrement officer for so many years, Hua Manwu knew the cat's behavior well.He pinched Xiao Suo's front paws, picked the cat into his arms, and kissed it on the forehead again and again.

The cat who was fooled by the kiss was upset, but he could only hang on Huamanwu's shoulder and whimper twice.

Seeing Fu Dishen, Lu Chi immediately jumped down the steps and fell into Fu Dishen's arms.Although I don't understand why Fu Dishen's hair has turned white, Shen Shen seems to have become more beautiful.

"Why did you trick us here?"

Lu Chi asked this question when he first met Huamanwu, but Huamanwu insisted that he would not answer until Fu Dishen came over.

"I want Fu Dishen to restore his memory of being the king of Northern Xinjiang," Hua Manwu replied, "especially the memory of being in the Demon Realm."

He turned sideways and pushed open another secret door hidden in the porch: "I asked the old people in the palace, and they said that King Chushen of Northern Xinjiang studied under Mozun Xuantian and lived in this small courtyard."

Inside the door, there is a hole in the sky.

The bluestone path I saw in my dream, clusters of blue flowers and asparagus bamboo, and at the end of the path, the white marble table with four low stools.Even the gold-patterned jade pot on the table is still in its original place.

In a daze, Fu Dishen seemed to see a young man in white clothes and white hair sitting on a low stool, fiddling with Nether Flowers in his hands.The clusters of flowers look like hydrangeas in the human world, and the layers of petals are enough to entrust the grief of a teenager.Every time I saw him, the white marble table was covered with blue petals, like the leftovers after a long time of pastime.

And when he opened the door, the young man would throw away the flower stalk in his hand, turn into a white butterfly, step on the bluestone board with bare feet, and fly into his arms.

He always called his brother, and he always corrected him.

The word brother is too close, and there is no blood relationship between them.It's not that Chu Shen deliberately avoided it, but that his elder brother was too heavy for a young man once.

This title carries extravagant hopes and fantasies that shouldn't be there.

But every time the boy called him brother, his heart was sweet again.

After all, in this world, except for the young man, no one has walked into his heart.

Whenever the young man gallops over, his wide white sleeves unfold like a butterfly, and he is the flower hunted by the butterfly.He knelt down and hugged the young boy's petite body, then walked towards the white marble table.

The wind blowing away the petals, he picked up the tea that the boy had left all morning.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, probably the best tea in the barren land.

The young man was naughty and insisted on tasting the tea soup on his lips.

He always avoided it, and then left a sentence: "Your Highness, no."

"Brother, I have a headache."

Fu Dishen came to his senses all of a sudden. He turned to look at Lu Chi, and suddenly everything was just an illusion.

Lu Chi grabbed Fu Dishen's sleeve with one hand and pressed his temple with the other. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

"Lu Chi, what's wrong with you?"

Antarctic star sea.

Emperor Xingshuang sitting alone on the dry rock fiddled with the stars.

What the stars set is destiny and revelation.

But today, a faint blue star in the north suddenly became restless.

The fire phoenix buried in the sleeve suddenly popped out, turned into a human and stood behind the emperor.

He put his arms around Dijun's waist and asked, "Most stars are platinum, why is this star blue? Has it mutated?"

Emperor Xingshuang leaned lazily in Phoenix's arms, pointed to the star and replied, "That's not a star, but the memory of Lord Beimingxuan."

At the same time, in the underworld of the ghost world, Yan Luo had nothing to do, wandering under the Sansheng Stone.

He was dressed in black, with a red ghost veil embroidered on the outer cage.I vaguely remember the last time Sang Yu said that he wanted to use the juice of the Bianhua flower to dye his nails, today he was bored, it would be better to fulfill his wish.

He walked and stopped, picking up those plants with the right color.

Unknowingly, full of color.

He was obsessed with the blood-red beauty, but he didn't notice the black shadow approaching behind him at all.

Until the black shadow approached and said something into his ear.

Yan Luo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The black shadow dissipated, Yan Luo took a few steps back and fell down among the flowers.

He lowered his head to look, and the remaining flowers in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

He thought that Sang Yu might not be able to use Bianhua to dye his nails recently.

After all, he shouldn't have provoked it.

The author says:

So, the plot here is equivalent to entering a new stage.

The following content is about Fu Dishen and Lu Chi's passing, and the boss behind him started to do something.