The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng was relieved, and suddenly realized: "You said I have been dead for eight years? Has Fanluo recovered his divine body?"

"Yeah, it's been eight years," Qing Xuzi hesitated.

"That's good," Ding Baocheng blinked his eyelashes involuntarily when Qing Xuzi cast a spell on his eyes with a small carving knife.

Qing Xuzi patted his head: "Don't blink, it will be broken when you look back."

Ding Baocheng honestly didn't dare to move anymore, he dared not open his eyes until he saw that Qing Xuzi was done working.

Mu Ji took a large bronze mirror and handed it to him: "Father, you look so handsome!"

Ding Baocheng looked at the young man with the same eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, but felt as if he had passed away. He raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and there was a small cloud-shaped scar on the corner of his forehead.

It was a scar he accidentally knocked on the window sill when he was young in his previous life. He thought the shape was quite interesting, so he never got rid of the scar.

His original body was that of an ordinary person, not as handsome as his previous brother's body, nor as slender as his previous body, he looked tall and thin, but it gave people a very comfortable feeling.

Ding Baocheng was very satisfied with Qing Xuzi's grasp of the details of his original appearance, and asked with a smile: "How does Master remember my appearance so clearly?"

Qing Xuzi snorted, and touched his face that had been changed to its original appearance with great difficulty: "It's not like you, a heartless little bastard who forgets his teacher when he sees his face. Of course, my teacher remembers your voice, smile and appearance." !"

"Master... the voice and smile describe the dead, okay?" Ding Baocheng laughed, suddenly remembering that he had indeed died, he hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking: "Then how is King Ying? What did he say when I died? ?"

"He...I'm too lazy to treat him," Qingxuzi frowned, not knowing what to say, and patted Mu Jige: "Little disciple, tell me."

Mu Jige glanced at Qing Xuzi, sighed, and pulled Ding Baocheng to sit beside the room: "I don't know which king you are talking about?"

Qingxuzi patted Mu Jige's hair: "The real one."

"Oh." Mu Jige was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ding Baocheng.

"Wait, wait, what's true?" Ding Baocheng frowned and stopped him: "Could it be that there are fakes?"

"Forget it," Qing Xuzi sighed, "Let me tell."

Ding Baocheng looked at him.

Qingxuzi: "Back then, after your death, the chaotic god in your body turned into a divine sword and opened the magic circle, and then... Fanluo's divine body came out of the divine realm, and the mortal body that carried his primordial spirit was Out of the body, it becomes an empty shell."

Ding Baocheng: "What does this have to do with Kong Mingfan?"

Qing Xuzi was surprised: "Do you know that King Ying is Kong Mingfan?"

Ding Baocheng frowned and looked at him puzzled, and had some bad premonitions in his heart: "Speak clearly, I can bear it if nothing happens, don't cover it up."

Qingxuzi looked at Ding Baocheng's expression and had no choice but to continue to speak bluntly: "In fact, King Ying is the incarnation of Fanluo's primordial spirit."

Although Ding Baocheng had already guessed a few points, he still felt a little uncomfortable: "Yes."

Qing Xuzi: "After being absorbed by Fanluo, King Ying's primordial spirit has become an empty shell, but he still has a breath, in a state of stupidity. And Fanluo stayed in the world and used the name of Kong Mingfan to play around. But he didn't mention you at all... I guess it's because Fan Luo didn't completely absorb the soul, he still left a ray of affection for you. Do you know what affection is?"

Ding Baocheng felt a little hurt in his heart, but he still nodded calmly: "I know the soul of love, it is the heart of love, the desire of lust, without love, one can have no love and desire, transcend the ordinary world. It's very good."

Mu Jige grabbed Ding Bao who stood up and said, "Where are you going, Dad?"

Ding Baocheng took a deep breath: "Go and see how he is doing."

"I'm afraid you'll be sad...he doesn't remember you." Mu Jige wiped away tears.

Qing Xuzi said: "Let him go."

Ding Baocheng smiled back and asked, "How are you taking care of my two dolls?"

"They are learning spells with Sect Master Nangong, and the get out of class is not over yet. Qing Yunzong became famous in the first battle, and now there are many more inner disciples!" Mu Jige said, wiping away tears.

Ding Baocheng: "That's good. Don't tell Daze and Xiaorun that I'm back. I'll pick them up after class."

"Okay, the two of them have to come every day to see if Dad is alive. Every time they come happily, and leave in disgrace, I can't bear it anymore." Qing Xuzi sighed.

Ding Baocheng smiled and said: "I won't take any more risks this time. I have died twice, and I am very relieved. The kindness that God Fan Luo bestowed on me has already been repaid. One life for another life, neither owed, because of decisiveness .”

"You see it so openly, I don't need to say more." Qing Xuzi nodded.

"En." Ding Baocheng waved his hands at Qing Xuzi and Mu Jige, and left.

...

Royal Palace.

"His Royal Highness...don't run away! Oops!" The palace people chased after him.

A man with a handsome face ran rampant in the palace with a cold face, stopped to look at anyone he saw, and said, "No."

Then he pushed the man away and continued to run until he was tired from running and was caught up by the palace guards and locked up in Xuanqin Palace.

A young man in a dragon robe stood in front of Xuanqin Palace and looked at the scene inside: "Second brother is still so stupid?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The palace servants knelt down one after another.

"You guys retreat." Long Qianyu stepped back from the palace servants, looked at Nangong Ling beside him and said, "You said that the second brother and the eldest brother are so stupider than the other...how can I get away?"

Nangong Ling smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm fine to see you."

Long Qianyu pulled him to her side and hugged her shoulders coquettishly: "But I only saw you once in half a month..."

"Dignified, pay attention to your manners." Nangong Ling pushed him away, and said seriously: "You think it's too frequent once in half a month, I can come once a month..."

Before he finished speaking, Long Qianyu pressed his chin and kissed him. Angrily, Nangong Ling whipped out a whip and wanted to slap his legs: "Little bastard!"

Long Qianyu had learned cultivation from Nangong Ling's side for a few years, but she was talented. She flew to hide, hugged his arms from behind and kissed him on the mouth: "That's not okay, I can't stand it."

"I want to kiss too." A straightforward and indifferent order came from the door.

Long Qianyu was kicked away by Nangong Lingyi's elbow. She clutched her stomach in pain and looked at Kong Mingfan who was looking at them through the gap in the door frame: "Second Brother, why are you so stupid to kiss?"

"I want to kiss, Dabao... kiss." Kong Mingfan stared at him.

Nangong Lingdao: "Xuanying, do you know who Dabao is?"

Kong Mingfan blinked: "Dabao is Dabao, my man."

Long Qianyu sighed and said: "Brother Erhuang has become a shell without a soul, relying on his obsession to hold his breath, and he will be gone when his obsession is burned out."

Nangong Ling frowned for a moment: "If Baocheng is still here, seeing him like this..."

"It's okay to see the second brother like this, at least he still loves Daoist Ding, if you know that Fanluo is the real second brother and you have no feelings for him at all, how uncomfortable do you think it will be?" Long Qianyu said comfortingly.

Nangong Ling frowned for a moment, then nodded.

Long Qianyu asked: "Are you still trying to resurrect a person who has been dead for eight years?"

Nangong Ling looked at him: "He's not dead, he's just asleep."

Long Qianyu paused: "Oh, you say yes."

Nangong Ling frowned: "You don't believe me?"

Long Qianyu: "Who would believe it? They were all scorched like that, their clothes were melted, and they hadn't been hung yet? Became a god? I don't believe it anyway. If you can bring Daoist Ding back to life, I'll chop off his head and give it to you." You're a urinal!"

Nangong Ling was amused by him. Just as he was about to say that he didn't need a urinal, he heard steady footsteps coming from behind, and turned around to see a refined young man walking towards them with a smile.

Nangong Ling felt that this young man with gentle and firm eyes was somewhat familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Long Qianyu saw that the person and Nangong Ling looked at each other for a long time, and stepped forward to block Nangong Ling's gaze: "Who are you? Trespassing on the palace to seek death?"

Ding Baocheng said: "I think Your Majesty, your head can be chopped off and played as a ball for Suzerain Nangong."

Long Qianyu's face turned cold: "What do you mean!"

But Nangong Ling reacted: "You are..."

Ding Baocheng smiled and stepped forward to give Nangong Ling a big hug: "Master... I'm back."

"Just come back." Nangong Ling patted him on the back.

Long Qianyu's face darkened: "This fellow Taoist, please let go of your salty pig hands."

Ding Baocheng let go of his hand and looked at the person in the door who was staring at him with dull eyes, and said to Nangong Ling, "I'll go and see him."

"Then I'll go back first, my class is in the afternoon." Nangong Ling nodded, grabbed Long Qianyu's sleeve and dragged him away.

Long Qianyu was still looking back after walking a long distance: "Who the hell is that!"

"Baocheng."

"What! Daoist Ding is really resurrected?!"

Ding Baocheng walked up to Kong Mingfan and looked at him.

He felt that Kong Mingfan's eyes were full of him, but he also felt that Kong Mingfan's eyes did not include him.

Ding Baocheng knocked on Kong Mingfan's door: "Do you know who I am?"

Kong Mingfan's eyes remained motionless, and it took a long time before he said, "I don't know."

Ding Baocheng sighed softly, and went directly through the wall into Xuanqin Palace. There was no one inside, only Kong Mingfan, and the fallen leaves were piled up on the ground and no one cleaned it.

Kong Mingfan sensed that there was someone beside him, so he hurriedly turned to look at Ding Baocheng. He looked at Ding Baocheng for a while, then turned back to the crack of the door and continued to look out.

Ding Baocheng took his arm: "Kong Mingfan, I'm back."

No one cares about him.

Ding Baocheng said it again: "Fan Xinying, I am Ding Baocheng, and now I am back."

Still ignore.

Ding Baocheng understood what they meant when they said that King Ying was just an empty shell. He... didn't know anything, he only knew to look for Dabao, but he didn't know who Dabao was.

Although very reluctant, Ding Baocheng had to leave Xuanqin Palace, and he was going to help Kong Mingfan get his consciousness back.

What he is looking for is not Fanluo's divine essence, but just a few strands of soul. For a god, losing a strand of these souls will at most damage their primordial spirit. came back.

Thousands of years are not worth mentioning in the endless years of the gods, so Ding Baocheng felt that as long as he had a good talk with Fan Luo, he should be able to persuade him to give some soul out and let Kong Mingfan regain some consciousness.

Even a little Ding Baocheng thinks it is enough for him, at least the children have a complete family, although he may be a little silly, but Ding Baocheng thinks it is enough.

At least I won't lie to him, and I won't hide my beauty behind his back.Ding Baocheng couldn't figure out the former Kong Mingfan, after all, he was the master...

He didn't dare to expect too much, Fanluo was his master once, and he was just a sword spirit, he never thought that the master would be with him, and he didn't dare to think about it.

However, beyond Ding Baocheng's imagination, when Fanluo knew his intention of coming, he cruelly refused.

At that time, Fan Luo was sitting by the lake fishing, he was still as elegant as he was many years ago: a pot of wine and a tree of flowers, and his own scorching elegance has surpassed three thousand flowers.

Ding Baocheng looked at him as if he had returned to the time when he was traveling around the divine realm with him. At that time, he had no spiritual consciousness and only recorded the scene at that time. Now that he thinks about it, there is a little more emotion that he shouldn't have.

He and Kong Mingfan have been together since so long ago...

Ding Baocheng looked at Fanluo but thought of Kong Mingfan, he felt a little rebellious, this is the master.

Although he has gone through 300 years of vicissitudes in the world and understood that everyone is equal, but when he regained the memory of the sword spirit, he always felt that he was a sword, and a sword was not worthy to be compared with his former master of the gods.

Fan Luo heard footsteps, but the footsteps were light and slow, and finally stagnated?

He raised his eyebrows to look at the person passing by, and the young man he saw had a calm and pious face. He was not as beautiful as his colleagues in the ancient gods, but his eyes were gentle and tender, making people want to chase his eyes.

"Who are you?" Fan Luo calculated with his fingers, but failed to calculate his fate: "You are not in the Three Realms, so you are not created by me."

Ding Baocheng paused: "I'm really not."

.He ascended from the spirit stone along with Fanluo during the creation of the gods in the chaos explosion. To be precise, Fanluo and Fanluo are the nihilistic ancestor gods who originally came from the divine realm, and they are indeed not created by Fanluo.

Ding Baocheng, who reshaped the shell, is no longer his sword spirit. Naturally, Fan Luo couldn't figure out the reasoning of something that was not created by him, so he gave up the deduction: "What do you want me for, Your Excellency?"

Ding Baocheng: "I want to ask you for something."

Seeing Fan Luo squinting at him, Ding Baocheng added, "It can be paid."

"What do you want?" Fan Luo looked at him with interest, he thought for a moment but couldn't figure out where he had seen this interesting young man.

Ding Baocheng said: "Your wisp of soul, oh... you don't need too much, just a little unnecessary, useless remnant soul..."

Fan Luo snorted and found him more interesting: "I've never heard that there are unnecessary and useless souls of gods."

Ding Baocheng knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and was shorthanded, so he had no choice but to ask in a low voice: "It's because I used the wrong words, so can you give them to me?"

"No." Fan Luo looked at him indifferently.

Ding Baocheng thumped in his heart, a little disappointed, but he also knew Fan Luo's temper, no one could change what he decided, and begging was useless, so he had to turn around and leave.

"Wait." Fan Luo frowned displeased, and called to him: "Are you leaving now?"

Ding Baocheng looked haggard looking back, he felt bitter in his heart, Fan Luo was obviously Kong Mingfan but he didn't know himself, and he was too scared to complain to him, even dared to recognize each other, so he could only say: "Excuse me Is there anything else?"

Fan Luo stood up and pressed him step by step: "You don't even ask me for a word, how can I give it to you?"

Ding Baocheng was a little afraid of being so close to him. Although he knew it was useless, he was used to obeying Fanluo, so he lowered his head and said softly: "Then, please give me a strand of soul."

As expected, Fan Luo lost interest and walked a few steps away from Ding Baocheng: "No."

Ding Baocheng smiled: "Then I will retire first."

"What do you want my soul to do?" Fan Luo asked suddenly.

Ding Baocheng walked more than ten steps, turned around and said to him from a distance: "Make a soul for the person I love, let him...remember me."

Fan Luo frowned slightly, seeing the sadness in his eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little familiar and bored in his heart, he opened his mouth and said, "I can give it to you."

Ding Baocheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really!"

Fan Luo saw that his originally gloomy eyes were suddenly as bright as a deer seeing a rainbow, and felt a little more joy for no reason.

Looking at his slightly raised lips, Fan Luo pursed his lips into a smile and waved to him: "Well, come here and I'll give it to you."

Ding Baocheng didn't doubt that he was there, so he walked over quickly, but unexpectedly, he was embraced by his respected, ruthless, lofty, noble god and kissed his lips!

Fan Luo got his wish and tasted the sweet lips of the youth that attracted him. His body seemed to be guided to do so, although he didn't feel anything else in his heart, except that the taste was not bad.

Ding Baocheng suddenly pushed him away, covered his mouth with his hands: "You..."

He was too nervous and forgot to use honorifics?Fan Luo felt that he was especially cute and intimate like this, so he lifted his chin and smiled and said, "How can I give you a soul otherwise?"

Ding Baocheng touched his wrist, and there was indeed a ray of remnant soul in his body, so he realized it.Hastily thanked: "Thank you for your generous help, if I can help in the future, I will definitely die!"

Fan Luo thought to himself that death is not necessary, so you can come over and give me a kiss.

But the Great Master is a Great Master after all, so he definitely wouldn't be so wretched and straightforward, but just nodded and smiled, playing hard to get: "It's just a matter of little effort."

He watched Ding Baocheng go away full of joy, sitting by the lake with his eyes closed, and opened the barrier, but his soul drifted away with Ding Baocheng. What he gave Ding Baocheng was not some unwanted soul, but his distraction.

Now the soul of the Great God Fanluo has followed Ding Baocheng to Xuanqin Palace in person.

He saw Ding Baocheng take him out of his body and feed him mouth to mouth that soulless shell he didn't like?

Great God Fanluo was very disappointed, he wanted to run away quickly, so when he ran out of the virtual shell, he brought out a ray of emotion that he didn't want, and then accidentally fused it into the soul.

Fan found this problem only after returning to his own divine body. Before, the strands of silk and cocoons could be peeled off, but now the seven souls and six souls are mixed together to form a whole. He wanted to find out the emotions in it like a mess. .

After busying for a long time, they still failed to separate... Great God Fan Luo was very angry. He was driven by his emotions and the desire in his heart could only feel that the clouds and smoke in the past had turned into affection, and it hurt to think of Ding Baocheng.

He deeply felt that this was going to be bad, so he hurriedly held his breath and concentrated on trying to forcibly separate Qingpo. At worst, he would lose tens of thousands of years of cultivation. This Qingpo really can't be kept, otherwise his heart will die of pain!

"God Fanluo? Are you there?"

As soon as Fan Luo calmed down and was about to fall into meditation, he was interrupted by a clear youth shout. He frowned and opened his eyes to see the young Taoist outside the barrier standing by the lake with an anxious expression on his face.

Fan Luo didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing his dejected face, he also became impatient, so he couldn't help but leave the barrier: "What do you want me for?"

As soon as the young man saw him, tears streaming down his eyes that he couldn't hold back, his heart melted and he hurried forward to stroke his hair and comforted him softly: "What's the matter, don't be in a hurry and speak slowly, I I will help you..." As soon as he said it, he felt that it was wrong, this god would not help a mortal!

Ding Baocheng was holding his soul in his hand that had just been crossed and disappeared into ashes. There was only a little spiritual energy that he had collected before it dissipated completely. He was really anxious and had no choice but to come to Fanluo: "I... my husband All of a sudden it disappeared, I gave him the soul you gave me, and he disappeared..."

Fan Luo's face paused, and he coughed lightly: "Actually... his soul is in my body, and I accidentally took it away."

Ding Baocheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and when he thought about it, he knew that he had been cheated. He didn't dare to run on the master, so he stretched out his hand and asked in a low voice: "Then... can you give me back my husband?"

The corner of Fan Luo's mouth twitched slightly when he heard the words, and he held his wrist lightly with a smile: "Well, how about I give myself to you as a husband?"

Ding Baocheng: "..." My master seems to be crazy!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fan Luo frowned: "You still don't want to?"

Ding Baocheng was startled by his gloomy face: "No..."

Fan Luo smiled: "Then it's settled, I will be your husband from now on."

Ding Baocheng muttered softly: "My husband is Kong Mingfan, not the great god Fanluo."

Fan Luo looked at him for a long time, then whispered in his ear: "Bao'er, I am Kong Mingfan."

He is back.

Fortunately, he is back too.

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