[Comprehensive] Start steaming buns today

Fortunately, the kings of Hades are a little bit exhausted, and there is nothing serious about it. It is enough to go back and adjust their breath. They waved their hands and told Yang Jian that there was nothing wrong with them.

It's just that when they saw the clothes scattered on the ground, the expressions of several Hades became very bad.

After all, ghost immortals and human immortals are different. After they die, they have no primordial spirit. They die as if they were dead. They don’t even have a chance to be reincarnated. of them.

The King of Hades of the Ten Palaces has been in the underworld since the opening of the underworld. Thousands of years have passed, and the feelings are naturally unspeakable. Now that three of them have gone at once, how can they not be sad?

Yang Jian didn't have anything to say about this, he just patted the other person's shoulder silently, unable to say even a word of condolence.

Not to mention Han Xiangzi, he used to be a ghost messenger when he was Fei Changfang, and he knew that if the ghost fairy just went like this, his soul would have disappeared between heaven and earth. If it wasn't for him, he would not be a real ghost messenger , I am afraid that Han Xiangzi, one of the Eight Immortals, does not exist now.

However, the current situation in the underworld does not allow them to grieve here. Black and White Wuchang was also killed in the battle, and the remaining bull's head and horse face will replace their work, resulting in a sharp increase in workload.

Yang Jian saw where he could go in this situation. Fortunately, when he came, he brought hundreds of grass-headed gods with him, and with the skill of spreading beans into soldiers, he was able to solve the problem of the underworld.

It's just that when it was his turn to go to heaven, Yang Jian quit.

If you want to go to heaven, go up by yourself, Zhenjun is very busy, if you don’t go home, the powder dragon in the house will explode, "Yang will not go up with the kings of hell, there is something difficult at home, so I will leave first. "

He never hides the fact that he is afraid of his wife, but obviously Ao Cunxin doesn't think so, and he feels very uncomfortable when he finds out about his family affairs.

In fact, these things are not too big to say. Although Yang Jian was annoyed by the kitchen god telling the things about their husband and wife, so he sealed the other party's mouth, ears and nose, but it doesn't mean that he is afraid of these things being spread.

It's just that he doesn't like people who make their own claims and speak out without his consent.

He remembered that his father once said that his wife is what he wants to marry and bring home. What kind of temper and life, whether you like it or not, is always recruited by yourself, and you will have to endure it all your life crying.

As for what Ao Cunxin said, whether he regretted marrying her, Yang Jian would not deny it.

He really regretted it.

Regretted marrying too hastily, and married someone back home before that pink dragon understood what he meant, so now when words like Chang'e are mentioned, Yang Jian's first reaction is... Let's go hunting!

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It's more than tears!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, Han Xiangzi chased after him. He was holding the tube of jade, with an inexplicable smile on his mouth, and met Yang Jian's suspicious eyes. He blinked, "May I go together, Zhenjun?" Xiangzi still has some things he wants to discuss with Zhenjun."

Let's talk, what can I talk to you about?

Yang Jian, who was only thinking about his wife, didn't give him any glare out of the corner of his eye, and flew to Yang's mansion on a cloud, waving a folding fan in his hand while dispersing the karmic fire in the underworld.

Han Xiangzi stopped after a few steps, and looked helplessly at the red lotus fire in front of him. He had been burned by the red lotus fire in his previous life, and now he could feel the venom of the fire tongue. Yes, he will leave later.

And Yang Jian has already rushed out of the underworld very quickly. People say that the purple air comes from the east, and the place where the underworld connects with the human world is Fengdu City. After crossing the Naihe Bridge and crossing the Sansheng Stone, he can return to the human world after going retrograde.

Of course, it is obvious that Yang Jian doesn't need to do this. He stood on the Naihe Bridge, looking at the water under the bridge, he seemed to be confused for a moment, and jumped in abruptly the next moment!

When the river submerged him for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. Even he himself didn't understand why he was here, and there was a burning pain in his back.

Yang Jian stared, and then lost consciousness in the boundless pain. Of course, his consciousness was still very clear, but he couldn't move.

However, this alone felt very wrong.

For Yang Jian, he can bear any pain, not to mention the small river of Wangchuan, even if there are many ghosts in it, it can't hurt Yang Jian at all.

But now he is so painful that he is numb all over, and he can't even move his fingers.

A stream of light flashed in the middle of his forehead, and Yang Jian's sky eyes looked at the thousands of ghosts beside him through layers of transparent river water, and he could clearly see the covetousness and unwillingness on their faces.

They cannot come close to themselves.

He was sure at first, and then sank. Yang Jian was sure that he didn't have the ability to prevent all ghosts from touching him, so why didn't this group of ghosts be the first to pounce on him?

Unless, there is something on him that these ghosts can't touch.

So, what is it?

Before he could come up with a reason, a tinge of blood suddenly appeared on the painful part of his waist and back, implicating his mana, and he was pulled out directly. Yang Jian's expression was as wonderful as eating shit.

He could clearly feel that half of the blood essence in his body was torn out, wandered around him in a circle, and finally settled on his hand, emitting a bloody light.

Yang Jian had the idea of ​​killing people in an instant. The things under his hands were mixed with his immortal energy, Wang Chuanhe's ghost energy, and traces of devil energy. After the three-in-one thing, Yang Jian didn't even want to touch it. .

But it's a pity that he has to grab it now to prevent himself from being swallowed by the evil spirits in the Wangchuan River.

He is a sanctified flesh-body, whether it is the primordial spirit or the flesh-body, it is a rare good thing for evil spirits, one bite can add mana for many years, if it is not afraid of the piece in his hand blood jade.

Even though it was a mixture of his own blood, Yang Jian still disliked it very much.

It took him a long time before he stood up straight from the Wangchuan River, glanced lightly at the evil spirits around him, finally sighed and channeled his mana to the shore, and handed him a soup bowl, "Young man, look You look really bad, would you like a drink?"

Yang Jian:……

No, Yang does not drink Mengpo soup.

He didn't even want to take a look, turned around and was about to leave, but he was grabbed by someone, and he heard a voice with a vicissitudes of life: "Lian Lian, we have been friends for a hundred years, and whoever dies at the age of 97 will die on the bridge of Naihe?" Wait three years... Husband, don't you know me?"