Let go of that Yang Jian and let me come

In the backyard wing of Penglai Xianjun, there is a fresh sandalwood fragrance, nourishing the hair-like nerves of a little milk dog.

He was held in the hands of Penglai Xianjun, quietly looking at Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun lying on the bed.

Due to the aggravation of his injuries, Master Qingyuan Miaodao turned pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was lying on the bed peacefully, looking like a sleeping beauty calling for a prince's kiss.

Penglai Xianjun shook the little milk dog.

"It's a gift."

The little milk dog's body shook, and immediately "Aww" twice, and rushed towards the bed. After falling on the bed, he remembered the question "Why is Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch here?" and turned to look at his cheap father.

Immortal Penglai had already walked to the door, felt the hot gaze of the little milk dog, turned his head and smiled, then went out without saying anything, and closed the door by the way—Jing Hao was still tied up by Immortal Jiuyao's whip Let's throw it in the master bedroom.

"Hey." As soon as Immortal Penglai left, the little milk dog threw himself on the chest of True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, wriggling his own little body.

get up!Do you know how long Grandpa has been looking for you?Grandpa's stomach is growling with hunger.

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao did not respond at all.

Ning Jing, who squirmed for a while, felt something was wrong.

Originally, Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao was injured, but it didn't affect him to straighten up and pinch his neck, but now Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao's face is pale, his eyelids are still, he obviously passed out!

"Huh?" The little milk dog stretched out its paw and patted Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao's face, but Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao didn't respond, so he leaned over and licked the area on the side of Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao's face that was scratched by his paw In the other place, True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao still didn't respond... Usually he would immediately grab him by the neck and throw him out!

The little milk dog was shocked again, realizing that things were a little serious.

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao was brought back by Immortal Penglai, could it be that he was injured by Immortal Penglai?

Ning Jing stared at True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, finally uttered two "woo hoots", jumped out of bed and wanted to find Immortal Penglai, he dug the door twice, and was surprised to find that Immortal Penglai had locked the door.

Ning Jing: "..."

What's the situation now, he's just a little puppy with not enough brain capacity, he can't figure it out! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Ning Jing was anxiously walking around the door.

"Um……"

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao suddenly made a suspicious voice.

Ning Jing turned the dog's head, and saw that Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun on the bed still had his eyes closed, but frowned, as if he was very uncomfortable, so he jumped back on the bed and sat on Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun's chest.

"Wang Wu?"

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao shook his head lightly, as if he wanted to shake off something, but in just a quarter of an hour, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.Ning Jing kept staring at True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao's face, feeling that the slit between her master's forehead seemed to be wriggling.

Ning Jing: "..." It looked a little disgusting.

"Hmm..." Master Qingyuan Miaodao made a suspicious voice again, and Ning Jing saw that the slit between his forehead seemed to be opened a little.

Ning Jing: "..." It's really disgusting!

The little milk dog couldn't bear it anymore, raised its paw, and slapped True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao on the forehead.The slit opened suddenly as if it was stimulated by something, and there was a black and white, piercing eye. The moment the eye opened, a strong immortal energy burst out, and Ning Jing was flicked out.

"Wow, woof!" Ning Jing was thrown off the bed in horror.

As soon as the eyes between the foreheads of Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao opened, the discomfort of Zhenjun Qingyuan Miaodao seemed to be reduced a lot, he calmed down, his breathing gradually calmed down, and the eyes under the eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had entered a dreamland.

Ning Jing shook her body and slowly climbed up from the end of the bed.

"..." Still, that weird eye is still there! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ This is not a dream! I thought it was some kind of imprint on the forehead of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, but it turned out to be an eye! I almost scared the shit out of me!

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao moved his lips, and blurted out two words: "Xiaotian..."

This is not the first time Ning Jing heard it, but his brain capacity is really not enough, and he never thought about it.

Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun's surname is "Yang", the weapon he holds is a halberd, he has three eyes, and himself, named Xiaotian, is a dog.

Ning Jing thought sadly: So I am Xiaotiangou.

Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun's hand that was originally placed by his side suddenly moved, grabbing the quilt under his body.He frowned slightly, and said vaguely: "...I will kill you."

Ning Jing: "..." Damn, what kind of master is this, do you want to kill him in your dreams?

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The little milk dog pounced on its master's chest again, raised its two paws and bowed left and right, leaving its own fleshy paw prints on the cheeks of Zhenjun Qingyuanmiaodao—of course, gently of.

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, who was supposed to take pleasure in choking his neck, did not give him any encouragement. Ning Jing took a few shots and felt bored. She stared at the eyes on the forehead of the master for a while, and looked back at him with piercing eyes, letting him I feel a little sunburned.

Ning Jing sighed in the body of a milk dog, lay down on the chest of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, and prepared to rest with Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun.

It is very touching that the master sees himself or something as soon as he opens his eyes.

"Grumble-"

What is this sound did not hear.

"Gollum..."

...There seem to be pastries on the table over there.

"Grumble-"

...There seems to be fruit on the table.

"Guru..."

Ning Jing turned over and got up, and went straight to the table outside the bed.Although there is no small stew or fresh goat milk, the soft white jade cake and peaches are also good.

The eyes on the forehead of Master Qingyuan Miaodao followed Ning Jing's figure, and when he saw him jumping on the table to eat, he turned back and slowly closed.

in heaven.

Taishang Laojun walked towards Jingyu Palace with his fly whisk, greeted the guards guarding the gate and entered.

Jingyu Palace is the residence of Immortal Siming, and Taishang Laojun likes to come here when he has nothing to do.

"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, the gods from all walks of life are about to manifest their spirits, and they are spirited—quickly like a law! Forgive me!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an immortal wearing a yellow robe of Taiji gossip opened an altar in his yard, holding a mahogany sword, jumping up and down like a big rope, chanting words, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a warlock, Taishang Lao The smile on the corner of Jun's mouth couldn't stop.

"Huh..." Immortal Siming spit fire, grabbed the phosphorous powder and threw it on the candle on the altar, sparks splashed out, then took out a piece of talisman paper, and said while shaking: "Lingling Spirit, the gods from all walks of life are about to manifest their spirits, let me see his hexagrams, hurry like a law, forgive me!"

He flung out the talisman handsomely, and the talisman was ignited when it passed the candle, and then fell into the silver plate that had been prepared on the altar.

Once the talisman is burned out, the fate hexagram is considered complete.

Taishang Laojun shook his whisk and said with a smile: "It's because you keep thinking about these inconsequential things that you are always inaccurate."

"Who said that my hexagram is the most... one of the best in the entire heaven." Immortal Si Ming looked at the silver plate, and twisted his fingertips to calculate.

"What? Whose fate are you counting?"

"The Heavenly Eye of True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao is about to open."

"Oh?"

"As soon as the eyes of the sky are opened, it means that the hexagram I have calculated before has started."

"What hexagram did you calculate before?"

"Aren't you there?"

"You are always inaccurate, and I don't like to remember."

"I didn't remember either."

"..."