The boss always wants to kill me

Cangbi suddenly grabbed Xiaoyao's arm, and the hair band and the indigo cloth were crumpled in his hands, throwing all the respect and admiration for the gods of the world into the sky, and asked in an unstable tone: "Where did Lianyun go? You must Got it! Tell me where he went!"

Xiaoyao was still indifferent, and said two words flatly: "Youming."

The nether world is a place, and if the demon gods go there, they can at most cross the net, but the word nether world has a completely different meaning, which is equivalent to death.Lian Yun was so powerful, how could he die?

Cangbi is more willing to accept that the master of the world made a mistake and missed a word: "What is he going to the Netherworld?"

"He went to Netherworld." Xiaoyao said.

Cangbi waved her hands and left: "I'll go find him!"

"So what if you're gone." Xiaoyao made a gesture of calmness, and pressed Cangbi onto the makeup stool in the air.

Cangbi couldn't move, she stared at her emerald eyes, blood seemed to flow into a river, instead of the tears that had just stopped bursting: "I can save him, I can save him a thousand years ago, and I can do it now!"

Xiaoyao remained indifferent, and handed the oily tofu to the dressing table, regardless of whether Cangbi couldn't eat it at all, and sat down on the stool calmly: "He has been looking for you for more than 600 years."

Cangbi choked back the words of bravery that Cangbi was about to say, before he could ask any questions, Xiaoyao went on: "600 years, for a monster, is not too long, but it is not too short, but a For 600 years, no cultivation, no enjoyment, no distractions, just to find a little fox, is this considered wasteful?"

Cangbi was speechless.

Xiaoyao continued: "But Lian Yun never felt that since you suffered, there is only one meaning for his existence - to bring you back from the samsara that ended in ashes and ashes."

Lianyun traveled all over the world, high mountains, rivers and lakes, villages and villages, searched every corner of the world, and finally found the person when Cangbi's last ray of soul was about to be annihilated. What he found was a plant. The jade curtain flower that was crushed by the rocks, the petals were broken, and the roots and leaves were broken.

Lian Yun held the white soul firefly that was floating out and was about to disappear in a moment, carefully put it in his chest, and rolled into Xiaoyaojie without hesitation.

"With his own strength, he can't stabilize your remnant soul, so he can only find me." Xiaoyao said.

Lianyun Pavilion was not called Lianyun Pavilion at that time, it was just an ugly prison, where sinful monsters who could not die or not die for various reasons were sealed up everywhere.Xiaoyao temporarily stabilized Cangbi, allowing him to survive. As a price, Lianyun and Chen Nuo assisted Jieshen in guarding the prison, and only then did he build a pavilion for Cangbi to live in comfortably.

Originally, this incident was considered stable, but a stolen life will not last long after all. Ordinary creatures have three souls and seven souls, but Cang Bi only has one soul that has barely stabilized. It is still not a perfect solution, finally, Cangbi's remnant soul is becoming more and more unstable, and it seems that all this is about to go to waste...

"Lianyun has no choice but to visit the god of the underworld." Xiaoyao said.

"Since my soul has dissipated, I'm not in the nether world. Why do I need to find the God of Hades?" Cang Bi's mind was disturbed, and her voice trembled.

Xiaoyao: "At that time, your broken soul was naturally not in the Nether world, but once, when it disappeared, it was there. The green clothes are in charge of all the souls of the dead, and they took your soul into custody for a short time. Lian Yun went to ask her, Erase those records of soul collection, and treat it as your reincarnation lives, and you will not enter the netherworld after death."

Cangbi didn't figure it out, but was stabbed hard by the word "request". He thought that Lianyun was omnipotent, and he never thought that his sweetheart with great powers would have a day to ask others. Xiaoyao seemed to think that he was not enough Feeling uncomfortable, he waved his long sleeves, and a water mirror appeared. In the mirror, there was a deathly Netherworld hall. Lian Yun stood upright in the center, like a sculpture hewn from a rock.

On the high seat, the green clothes looked at him with complicated eyes: "The ghosts of the Nether world, no matter whether they are in the lower realm for a short time, or they have been guilty for thousands of years, are all recorded in detail. How can they be changed? Besides, even if they are changed, so what? will no longer be."

"Xuanjiao has no virtue and incompetence, but I hope Lord Underworld God will fulfill it." Lian Yun faced the supreme god of the earth without fear, "As long as the number of Wuyan reincarnation can be eliminated, no matter what the Underworld God asks, Xuanjiao will definitely do it. Do not hesitate to die."

Lu Yi: "Is it because I want you to destroy this day and this land?"

Lian Yun remained motionless like a clock: "Yes."

"Why do I believe you?" Lu Hua sneered, "Everyone in the world knows that they have feelings, and when things come to an end, they tend to be selfish. If your friendship with him has lasted for 1000 years, will it last for another 1000 years? They can all be turned into mulberry fields, not to mention hearts. Furthermore, you and I have no connection, and still act as if it is a matter of course, without sincerity, let alone honesty..."

Before the green clothes could finish speaking, Lian Yun knelt down on his knees, his upper body collapsed like a broken string, and he said loudly, "If you don't believe me, my lord, I'm willing to make a contract to prove it."

A trace of surprise flashed in the charming eyes of the green clothes. His long fingers stroked the ambiguous face, as if he could see something from Lian Yun's resolute figure. He squinted his eyes and smiled with his lips curled up. The stern laughter echoed In the temple, mourning like a ghost crying: "Okay, I want your soul, and exchange your soul for his, is it possible?"

"willing."

"Don't..." Cang Bi murmured, but unfortunately, Lian Yun's decision in the water mirror would not change because of this.

He finally caught the thread of cause and effect, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lianyun went to look at the shadows of the mountains to get minyu, and made a dagger to stabilize my remnant soul in every life. He...his dragon body, how can he walk into that... ...a hellish forest of thorns."

"Before I left, I temporarily took out most of his soul. He went in the form of an earth dragon, but he didn't suffer any injuries." Xiaoyao said.

"Then how did he get the burn on his hand?" The hairband on Cangbi's hand was already half-drenched with the sweat from his hands, and his nails were embedded in the cloth pattern, provoking a long thread, but he didn't care about it. I don't know it.

"You have already remembered the original experience of each life, and it is naturally clear how it is different from what you recalled." Xiaoyao raised his long sleeves again, and the picture in the water mirror changed suddenly, as if reminding Cangbi, flashing past his injured life. Reflection, "Lian Yun's unforgivable change of the past must be an unforgivable crime. In order to maintain balance, those wounds that only increase and disappear can only be passed on to him to bear."

Cangbi silently stroked these shocking truths, and hoped that Jieshen was telling a lie to make him give up when things came to an end. In fact, Lian Yun just ascended safely, and really found a loophole in it: " Monsters are different from humans, their soul and body are connected, according to what you said, my soul is gone, how can I still have this body?"

"It was made." Xiaoyao raised his wide sleeves again, the picture in the water mirror was fixed, and stopped in Lianyun's room, without saying a word, Xiaoyao motioned Cangbi to see for himself.

Lian Yun sat on the head of the bed, with his hand poking into his chest, suddenly forming a claw, and stabbing straight in like this, the blood flowed along the finger joints, staining the black clothes, only showing a large wet mark.