After breaking off the marriage, my ancestors became my golden fingers

It's no wonder that bastard has been hanging around all the time, elusive, and suddenly wants to borrow 500 million...

The whole thing was simply unbelievable. If he hadn't been smashed and reshaped his world view these days, knowing that no matter how absurd things could happen, he might think that this weasel was talking nonsense.

Chen Yun glanced at Feng Bugui, who shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

He glanced at Su Dong from the corner of his eye, and found that the amnesia ghost frowned slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and it seemed that he couldn't count on it.

Chen Yun said: "This is all your one-sided words. You are a demon king and a dragon son. How can I believe you? Besides, where is the dragon son? Why didn't I see it?"

The weasel said anxiously: "It's right behind me!"

"Huh?" Everyone and all the ghosts looked back at the same time, only to see a dirt dog gnawing on the rope foolishly and curiously, and a rooster with angry eyes and flapping its wings unyieldingly.

Chen Yun slowly pointed to the backbone chicken: "You want to say that it is actually a dragon?"

The weasel became even more anxious: "No, that's because I heard that you must bring a gift when visiting. I picked it up for many days and bought it from the back kitchen of a store! I even left ten demon coins for the store!"

Chen Yun: "..." It seems that the murderer of the shoplifting case has been found.

This chicken is not, then there is only...

The little dog who was tied up noticed everyone's eyes, finally gave up on the unlucky rope, and barked happily at Chen Yun twice.

Very affectionate!Very much a thief as a father!

Chen Yun finally withdrew his indifferent gaze towards the weasel, and said sympathetically, "Your demon clan's strength is so powerful, so let's just forget about it."

Weasel burst into tears: "Your Highness is only temporarily sealed for safety..."

Chen Yun thought, that's too safe, Zhao Gao will never be able to refer to a dog as a dragon.

Chen Yun's mood was ups and downs just now, and now he came back to his senses and remembered a key thing: "Wait a minute, what's the matter with that bastard Chen Gou? How did he know these secrets? He is..."

He suddenly thought of an extremely absurd possibility.Although it is true that Chen Guoyi is very inhuman, but...

"Is he a demon?"

What is the self that is related to him by blood?

"No, no, the master is a human race." Weasel said: "I don't know much about the master. He does many of his actions alone. I was rescued by him once in the past, and I was occasionally responsible for cooking and cleaning... ..."

Everyone/ghost is speechless, it just said the same as Tuogu in Baidicheng, Ganqing is a part-time job.

The weasel added: "However, the master said that the demonic energy is raging in the mainland of China, and the once-in-a-thousand-year catastrophe is coming. The human race and the monster race are currently eggs in the same basket. That over... over..."

Chen Yun: "How can there be eggs under an overturned nest?"

Weasel: "Yes, yes, yes, we must work together! Revitalizing the monster race is also saving the fate of the human race."

Chen Yun felt that there were too many mysteries about Chen Goyi, but they were all dead, and even the ashes were taken away by him. Many secrets could only be buried deep in the ground. Although he felt like a stick in his throat, there was no way.

He took a deep breath and said, "What are your plans now?"

Weasel said solemnly: "Of course it is to defeat Zhulong, support His Highness to reorganize the demon clan, and return the position of demon king to orthodoxy!"

Chen Yun glanced at the ground, a weasel who was a professional hygienist, and a native dog who could only wag his tail. If he was Zhulong, he would have laughed out loud on the spot, feeling that he could borrow another 1 years from the sky.What do you rely on to revive the demon clan, are you cute?

Chen Yun asked: "Have you contacted the former Demon King's cronies?"

Weasel: "Huh?"

Chen Yun said expressionlessly: "What is the current situation within the demon clan? How many forces are there? Over 1000 years have passed, how many monsters still recognize the so-called "demon king orthodoxy"? "

Weasel: "Uh..."

He leaned over to stare at the weasel, the slender shadow covering its small furry body, whispering like a devil: "I don't know anything, and I still clamor to defeat Candle Dragon, don't deliver food, why don't you stew it with your master's ashes right away!" Let me give you relief as soon as possible."

The weasel trembled and shouted in his heart, master, why have you never said that your nephew is so cruel, he is even more terrifying than a big monster!

Chen Yun said coldly: "Let's go, what happened to Chen Guoyi has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to bother you, so get out now."

All the ghosts stepped forward and untied their ropes.

Seeing that he had made up his mind and there was no room for negotiation, the weasel had no choice but to sweep all the ashes on the ground back into the jar with its paws.

It led the puppy, and whispered to Chen Yun: "That...that's bothering you. This chicken is just a little thought, please don't...please accept it."

The puppy is still a little bit reluctant.

It felt that the smell on Chen Yun's body was very similar to Chen's, and it always wanted to go over to smell it, but it didn't see Chen Yun after a while, so it whimpered and obediently followed the weasel away.

Feng Buui and the ghosts looked at Chen Yun, hesitated to speak: "You..." Are you okay?

Chen Yun lowered her head slightly, her expression was in the shadows, unable to see clearly.

He calmly said: "It's okay. I'm afraid Liuzhi's people will come tonight, everyone be careful. I'll go back to my room and make some preparations."

Feng Buhui and the ghosts guessed that when they suddenly heard such a big event, Chen Yun really needed to be alone, so they had to leave.

Chen Yun returned to the room.

The formation book borrowed from Feng Buduo was still spread out on the table, he had already delineated several defensive formations, prepared the cinnabar, and was waiting to start writing. At this moment, he simply squatted on the ground and continued the unfinished work.

However, while painting, I always feel weak.

Chen Goyi's ashes, the weasel and the puppy, and the grandfather holding his hand during his lifetime kept turning in his mind.

Chen Yun pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, found the phone from the table and played a song casually.

His playlist is full of metal rock, which fits his irritable mood very well. Immediately, the inspiration strikes, and the pen is so fast that it almost breaks.

The song "intheend" had just sung a few lines when Chen Yun raised his eyes and met Shang Sudong's expressionless face.

Chen Yun: "..."

He almost forgot that he was bound with this ghost, and this ghost is still there.

Su Dong frowned and said, "It's too noisy. What kind of monster tune is this?"

Tsk, I don't know how to appreciate the ancients in Lincoln Park.

Chen Yun stopped the music.

He is like a powder keg now, he planned to be quiet by himself and let the sparks dry naturally, but he didn't expect that someone would come out and blow air on his fuse.

Chen Yun's beautiful face was full of unsatisfactory anger, like a cat with furry fur, ready to scratch anyone at any time. The angrier he got, the more polite he said: "The song stopped. Senior, can you go back to the roof? Thank you!" I order personal space?"

Su Dong lowered his head, stared at Chen Yun with deep eyebrows, and asked, "What is personal space?"

Ah, the ghosts of bullies who don't know how to respect individual freedom!

Su Dong met Chen Yun's hateful eyes, his breathlessly handsome face was still calm, looked at the half-painted formation on the ground, and asked, "What kind of formation is drawn?"

Chen Yun thought that this ghost had something, maybe he could give some advice, so he resisted his anger and said, "Teleportation formation."

"Purpose?"

"If someone sneaks up at night, let him go to the dance practice room if he wants to fight." Chen Yun said expressionlessly, "Master Chen is down and out. There is no money to renovate the house."

Su Dong: "??"

Chen Yun just wanted to bully him for not understanding modern stalks, seeing that ghost's paralyzed face finally revealing a little doubt, he felt secretly refreshed.

However, he still underestimated Su Dong's ability to adapt. This ghost can treat things he doesn't understand as nonsense. Su Dong continued with the "Teleportation Formation":

"Isn't it the thunder and fire array? I thought you were going to summon the Nine Heavens God Thunder to kill everyone and die together."

This ghost is capable, not only talking more and more, but also has begun to learn the art of satire!

Su Dong glanced at the formation, and added another comment: "I'm impetuous."

The veins on Chen Yun's forehead popped up, but when he looked at Su Dong's icy face, it was as if a Siberian cold wave had blown past him. The heavy snow directly buried the gunpowder barrel, and most of the unknown fire in his heart was extinguished.

He leaned against the bed, slumped down on the floor, looked up at the dead soul floating in the air, and sighed helplessly: "You're right, I'm really annoying now."

Chen Yun has always been used to holding back in his heart no matter what happens to him, and holding back the breath, as long as he can't hold it to death, he can live.

But just now, after messing around with this dead soul, Chen Yun was like a balloon being pricked with a needle, the ball was deflated, but the gas was also vented.The balloon was at a loss at the moment, probably seeing Su Dong's dull face like a tree stump, he actually had a little desire to talk about the tree hole.

Chen Yun leaned her head against the bed, looked at the ceiling, and asked, "Do you have any relatives?"

After Chen Yun asked, she also felt that this question was a bit silly, as long as she didn't jump out of a rock, how could she have no relatives.And looking at Su Dong's amnesia state, I'm afraid he has forgotten it.

Fortunately, Su Dong didn't say any more sarcasm, but just said: "I don't remember."

His tone was so flat, it was like the mist he exhaled dissipated instantly in the cold winter air.

However, I don't know if Chen Yun judged others by himself and substituted his own emotions. He always felt that the weight of this sentence was different from the usual "don't remember".

Forgetting your loved ones is not the same as forgetting your name, your achievements, or your past.

Just like Chen Goyi, although he is a bastard, but after all, he is his last relative in the world, the moment he heard the news of Chen Goyi's death, he couldn't help but be dazed.

As a dead soul, reborn after a thousand years, things are different, no relatives, no friends, no thoughts, what kind of feeling is it?

Chen Yun turned his head to look at him, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Su Dong's expression became a little strange, he frowned and said, "Why are you sad again?"

Chen Yun: "..."

He turned his head back speechlessly.

The Lord didn't respond, he can't say that I'm feeling sorry for you, right? This makes him, very, self-indulgent!

Su Dong looked at the back of his head, which was rubbed messily by the bed sheet, floating beside the bed, and continued lukewarmly: "The laws of heaven run in a regular way, and your emotions and desires are far-fetched."

Chen Yun: "Okay, okay, you have no emotions, you are really amazing."

It's strange to say, I don't know if it's because the emotional induction is one-way, or because the dead soul really has no emotions, anyway, Chen Yun has never felt Su Dong's emotions.

Su Dong said indifferently: "I don't need emotions. Being emotional will only affect my judgment."

Chen Yun choked, and felt a familiar aura of forcing the king over his face.

"Then you are wrong." Chen Yun turned around and looked at him seriously: "People only judge because they have emotions. Just like if you want to make money, it must be because making money will make you happy. You want Avoid a trap, it must be because the trap scares you. People have emotions and desires, so they know what they want. If a person doesn't even have emotions, what does it have to do with ai...I mean, with a dead thing the difference?"

"Oh." Chen Yunxing said sadly, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you are already dead."

Su Dong: "..."

In its mind, it suddenly heard a voice, hoarse and ferocious, like a thunder that pierced the dark night:

——"No matter how powerful you are, the invincible hand in the next life is just a weapon raised by Tianjimen, a puppet who can only obey!"

——"Have you ever, have you ever even loved someone and lived a day for yourself?!"

"By the way," Chen Yun asked suddenly, "You have forgotten everything, so why do you still remember all kinds of spells?"

Su Dong came back to his senses, and said without thinking, "That's instinct."

Chen Yun: "You are amazing."

He took it, really took it.He couldn't catch up with this pretentious technique.

Su Dong looked at him and said, "The technique follows the heart, and the heart follows the Tao. The origin of the technique is the Tao, the heaven and the earth, not memory."

Chen Yun recalled the experience that he seemed to have a direct dialogue with the Dao of Heaven and Earth during the ceremony, and was suddenly touched, as if enlightened.

Su Dong: "So, when you drew that teleportation array, you were impetuous, did you want to send people to the underworld?"

Damn, when it comes to the end result, I still have to come back and scold him.

Seeing Chen Yun's grinning expression, Su Dong finally pulled his mind away from that sudden memory, and said calmly, "If it's still not quiet, you can go to the roof to blow air."

Chen Yun stood up, with a numb face, and calmly said, "There's no need to give up the position, I'm already quiet."

Quiet, quiet, so quiet.

……

Outside the courtyard of the Chen family, the weasel carried the jar and led the dog, but did not go far.

It huddled in the corner in frustration, and said to the little dog: "Hey...it seems that we won't be accepted, it must be because I didn't do well enough."

The little dog raised its front paw and patted it comfortingly.

"Your Highness..." The weasel was immediately moved and threw himself to the ground, reinvigorated: "Why don't you see that I'm helping sweep the floor around here, do you think it can impress the young master—huh? What is this?"

It sniffed the air strangely, the saliva began to secrete automatically, and said to itself: "Why does it smell like chicken..."

Suddenly, it dragged the puppy violently into the roadside trash can, and looked out from the gap in shock.

I saw groups of black shadows flashing across the sky, the demonic aura almost filled the entire night sky, and countless scarlet eyes flashed in the darkness, jumping and rushing over Chang'an.

On the road, a tall "man" was holding a blood-dripping boning knife, which sometimes turned into a cloud of black air, disappeared and appeared in the void, and was walking in the direction of Chen's house.

From the weasel's point of view, you can see the strong evil spirit and strong demon power on the "man", and a long shadow stretches out from behind, like a rooster's tail feathers.

The weasel hugged the puppy and tremblingly said: "What... what should we do? Your Highness, should we go to report the news?"

The author says:

Brother Gu: On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, I comforted my wife, and he praised me for being great. I think our love is stable.