Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs

"Impossible... Impossible..." Chen Xiang still didn't believe it, but he didn't know whether he was unwilling to believe it or not.

At this point, Sun Wukong couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but said: "Chen Xiang, my old grandson just said one thing, if there is no lamp oil in the lotus lamp, then just now, how did the Holy Mother activate the lotus lamp."

As if struck by lightning, Chen Xiang stared blankly at the dim lotus lantern on the ground—"Why don't you use the lotus lantern? It's because there is no lamp oil." He was so sure, "Yang Jian, you have betrayed your relatives, and now even the lotus lantern is gone. I don't want to help you!"

The pride and self-confidence at that time looked like a self-righteous joke now.

"Then why... why didn't he tell the truth in the end?"

This is the question in everyone's mind.

The big girl stared at the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows and said: "It's not my fault. You said it yourself. The game between the two sides is to guard against each other. If it wasn't for his good nephew, why would I be suspicious and give Yang Jian Qiankun Bowl to test him. "It's just that she didn't expect that Yang Jian would dare to bet on himself to win this shocking situation.

Chen Xiang lost half of his strength, it turned out that he was the one who killed his uncle.

Nezha was dumbfounded. If this was the truth, what did he do? !The circle of heaven and earth was like a soldering iron in his hand, burning his palm so painfully.

"Shengfo, you already knew?" Otherwise, why would Shengfo say nothing and forbid him to touch the little girl.

Sun Wukong made a bitter face, scratched his head and said, "It's not too early, it's just a little bit earlier than you."

"True or false, right and wrong, in fact, it doesn't matter. Daddy doesn't care, and my little sister and I don't need it either. Chen Xiang, everything is over. You don't have the wisdom to possess great magic power. Keep you. Sooner or later, there will be a catastrophe, and I don't have the strength to catch the evil spirit again, and disabling your mana is the last thing I will do for him in the Three Realms."

"The first thing I did when I came out of the mountain was to get rid of you as a great harm to the Three Realms!" This was my righteous words, but I didn't expect that, in the eyes of others, I was also a great harm to the Three Realms.

The big girl walked up to Chen Xiang, and took out something from her sleeve: "Chen Xiang, you have entered the secret room of the Zhenjun Temple many times, but you never noticed what was inside." The thing was stuffed into Chen Xiang's hands, but it was a long-lived golden lock, "He gave it to you, and he kept it in the most important place in the secret room."

Chen Xiang stared blankly at the golden lock, and the surprise he saw for the first time by the small river in Liujia Village, the man who looked like a heavenly man smiled at him, and even gave him a birthday present, asking him to call him uncle... It was so beautiful, it was him The most satisfying birthday in 16 years, because he has an uncle.The scene suddenly changed, he hated his unfeeling, but also deliberately to anger him, in front of his face, he cruelly threw out the golden lock that had always been regarded as a treasure...

The golden light streaked across, cutting off their last warmth.

But it turned out that on his invisible side, he picked up the golden lock and treasured it carefully.

Chen Xiang wanted to cry, but there were no more tears.

The big girl took out another object from her sleeve, turned around and put it into the hands of the Holy Mother, and said indifferently: "Although it was burnt, it is still intact, isn't it?"

San Shengmu looked down, and in her hand was the bamboo wind chime she was very familiar with.

How could she not be familiar with it, this bamboo wind chime was made by herself.Covering his lips with his left hand, tears fell drop by drop on the wind chime, but he could never recall his brother's old warmth.

Yes, what Da Niu said is right, although the bamboo wind chime is broken, it is still intact, but the price is that the wind chime belonging to her brother will always be incomplete!

Clutching the bamboo wind chime to her heart, San Shengmu cried so hard that she almost lost her breath.