Thunderstorm

"I think pink looks good." Bai Gap said to Emperor Qitian who was taking off Jian Feidao's crown while holding a pink Confucian skirt. The Taoist robe, which has shrunk and become empty, is stretched out on the left and right, and the clothes are half hanging on the body.

"This looks good." Reaper said while holding a black hooded outfit, and squeezed the white gap.

"Hmph, this one is the most suitable for me." Emperor Qitian directly took out a set of miniature god robes that were the same as the god robes when he was in the state of a god, and said.

The eyes of the three people clashed, none of them was willing to give in, and finally they stared at Jian Feidao with burning eyes.Jian Feidao looked at the three clothes that were completely out of his aesthetic standards, and finally chose the one chosen by Emperor Qitian.Anyway, it is white, Jian Feidao comforted himself in his heart.

Emperor Qitian glanced at the other two proudly, and helped Jian Feidao change into his clothes.Duan Junheng touched the drooping head of the god of death, and said something, which filled the god of death with a sense of stupid joy.It also makes Bai Qi, who has no lover and no son by his side at this moment, almost invisible.

On the other side, the dark night of the world was broken, and Tianyu was so angry that he vomited blood. She felt that Mr. Ben Xi and Du Wuyu must have caused the destruction, and she just didn't want her to open the Heihai Sen Prison.Bian Xijun and Du Wuyu, who were innocent of the blame, sneezed loudly, glanced at each other, and guessed that Tianyu was holding grudges against him.

Cang squinted and watched Emperor Qitian come out with Jian Feidao in his parent-child outfit, and secretly complained to Zhu Wu: "Zhu Wu, you must not be born of Emperor Qitian..." How did Zhu Wu suffer back then, as a friend? He's seen it with his own eyes.Zhu Wu looked at the sky, expressing that I was also in despair, who made me not as good-looking as my younger brother, nor as obedient as my younger brother, it was my fault to be rejected.

"Father, I want to go by myself..." Jian Feidao was a little uncomfortable being watched by everyone, and he said in a low voice, pulling Qi Tiandi's hair.Emperor Qitian had had enough of his son's addiction, put down Jian Feidao, rubbed his head, saw him being picked up by Rainstorm Xinnu, and then walked towards Cang.

"Little Taoist priest in the world, isn't my son very cute~" Emperor Qitian said to Cang in shock, and almost burst into laughter. No matter how you look at it, he is a few cuter than Xuanzong's four strange and six strings.Cang was a little dazed and didn't know what he was fussing about.

"I have a name." Cang spit out these words slowly, always being called by the little Taoist priests in the world, it seems that he is really small, although compared to the gods, he is indeed very small.

"Scallions~" Emperor Qitian continued to prod, he loves to see Cang change his face, but it's not easy to see.Especially Cang, who has been tempered for ten thousand years and has improved his temperament as a magic stick, is not easy to change his face.

"Cang..."

"Scallions~"

"Cang!"

"Scallions~"

"Cang!!!"

Zhu Wu looked at the two people in an inexplicably harmonious atmosphere, the corners of his mouth twitched, his father was still so childish.But why did the old man keep Cang Ti in the ten thousand year prison!Well, this is a question worth pondering.

Cang, who didn't want to argue any more, raised his eyelids, glanced at Emperor Qitian, and turned around silently. He still asked Leng Biefu to continue the unfinished topic, which was better than grinding his mouth here with Emperor Qitian. If Emperor Qitian really died again Once in a difficult situation, at worst he would lose his life and kick him back again.

Spring is here, Teacher Fu Ying sighed in his heart, although it may be a little embarrassing for the former enemy to become the future mistress, but the Lord is happy.I just don't know if his stupid young master, his cousin can accept the fact that his best friend has become a stepmother, Teacher Fu Ying touched his white jade-like chin, smiled sinisterly, scared away and wanted to come forward Several Confucian disciples who talked to him.

"Ah Fei, are you alright?" Ren Pingsheng looked at Jian Feidao and asked worriedly. Several other people also surrounded him. Fu Nu squeezed Jian Feidao's face, and was glared at by Rainstorm Heart Null .Rainstorm Xinnu looked warily at these smiling people who were eager to snatch Jian Feidao, like a small animal with fur.

"It's nothing, it's just that the baby has absorbed too much internal energy, and I have become like this to protect myself." Jian Feidao threw a big bomb indifferently, and rubbed against Rainstorm Xinnu a little sleepily, the lack of strength made him extremely exhausted physically and mentally.

"Baby?!" Ren Pingsheng exhaled in disbelief, and then the cold air in his body dissipated involuntarily, the faces of the people around him were instantly covered with hoarfrost, and snow fell all around.Jian Feidao, who also practiced the icy sword intent, didn't feel uncomfortable, but was a little sober because of the cold air.

Rainstorm Heart Slave originally thought that he was beaten up by his two palace lords because he abducted Jian Feidao, but now that he understood the reason, a stupid smile appeared on his face.Zhi Guang looked at Rainstorm Heart Null with a full face of envy, why is this guy so lucky? In other words, it would be great if Lord Jiuqiansheng would give birth to me sometime.

Yuan Wuxiang and Tired Shoutian, who came to know Jianfeidao because of Daopan and Daokui's instructions, looked at each other involuntarily, and then turned away. The two of them were hit hard today, and the feelings in their hearts seemed to have changed. Feeling different, some emotions that have been neglected before are also surging in my heart.Tired Shoutian stepped forward to hold Yuan Wuxiang's hand, the inhuman coldness has always been the pain in his heart, Tired Shoutian moved his body, shielded Feixue and called in a low voice: "Friend..."

"We agreed that Mingjian Xuanjie will only gather for the purpose of eliminating demons and defending Taoism." Yuan Wuxiang broke free from the warm palm of Tired Shoutian, lowered his eyes, and said between them, there are many blood feuds between the two sects of the north and the south, even if It doesn't matter if you want to stay together, he is the head of the Yinhuo family in the Southern Zong, and he is Bei Fangxiu in the Northern Zong.

Ren Pingsheng's hands were clenched tightly and loosened, and his inner thoughts turned several times, but he was just Jian Feidao's friend, after all he had no right to ask about the affairs between Jian Feidao and his Taoist companion, so he could only suppress all unwillingness to miss love.

Du Wuyu stared at Bian Xijun's belly unconsciously, Bian Xijun naturally understood what he was looking at, reached out and secretly pinched the soft flesh on his body and made a 360-degree rotation, Du Wuyu resisted the pain, Maintaining a serious face of bitterness and hatred (crossed out).

"Brother, is this because of lack of skill? Then can we pass it on to you?" The life trainee rubbed his chin while hugging his chest and asked for a long time.

"No need, what I'm missing now is not just ordinary internal energy, but the imbalance of my body caused by the lack of regenerative power. I will get better after a while."

"Jian Feidao, can you let me get a pulse?" Bo Yangzi was originally practicing alchemy in the alchemy room, but he hurried over when he received a message from the mansion. There has been a precedent for the birth of a heavenly Buddha, so I am not surprised.And he is very interested in this matter. If it weren't for the high status of Tianfo, who was forced to death by the people of Foxiang and became a taboo existence, maybe he would have gone to Foxiang to get first-hand information.

"The pulse is stable, except for a little qi deficiency, everything is fine." Bo Yangzi said with a smile, "By the way, Jian Feidao, the beads with strong vitality that you gave me last time have been refined with good medicinal materials. Pills. These are the last ones waiting for blood recovery pills to quickly recover blood; this one is slightly better, Ningbi pill, as long as there is a breath, it can save you; this seven-day soul-returning pill, as long as it does not exceed seven days after death, it will You can return to life; this soul-turning pill can be revived as long as the body is properly preserved. Fu Zun said that you can deal with this batch of pills. The second-class blood-returning pills can be refined in batches. Just add a little bit, and the beads can be ground into powder. , I asked my disciples to open a furnace to refine more than a thousand pills; Ningbi pills now have hundreds of pills, seven-day soul-returning pills have 50 pills, and soul-returning pills are the rarest, only 10. The medicinal materials of the other main ingredients of Zhuanhun Pill are indeed gone."

"Blood-returning pill, I want a thousand pills, give me a hundred pills for the soul-returning pill, and I want 10 pills for the seven-day returning pill. The remaining half will stay in the alchemy room, and the disciples who have given the task will be sent, and half will be sent to the Treasure Pavilion. Do it for emergencies. Discuss with the lord of the government and inform the branches and Confucianism and Buddhism that if they are willing to prepare two copies of medicinal materials, you can refine the medicines they need for them. And Bo Yangzi, you are negligent. For those who die and come back to life, there will be calamity after the resurrection, and only by surviving the calamity can they be truly resurrected. This matter needs to be clarified, and the Taishang Mansion should not be the target of public criticism." Jian Fei Daoqiang cheered up and asked, and in the heart of the rainstorm Nu whispered in his ear and asked him to help deal with the follow-up. Those beads were condensed from the overflowing power of Jian Feidao and Rainstorm Xinnu when they took over the power of death. It takes time for the medicinal materials to mature.

"I made a slip of the tongue..." Bo Yangzi was surprised at this moment that there were outsiders present, and he blamed himself for being too excited just now. Fortunately, Jian Feidao had installed a soundproof card when he spoke of the pill, and only a few people nearby I heard it personally, but Jian Feidao naturally trusts his friends.