Dongling Cod said slowly: "Then let's deal with it lightly."

The Lord of God gathered in fear and suddenly two fires lit up.

He was excited in his quiet mood, and his eyes were glowing at the Dongling Cod, waiting for the Dongling Cod to fall.

Sui Linggui and the elders of the seven clans felt a little curious. Dongling Cod was a good person, but as long as the matter involved Ye Qingge, it was not that simple.

In other words, if someone else removes his arms and legs from Dongling Cod, he will not complain.

Of course—

As long as someone humiliates Ye Qingge, it will be a death sentence for killing the nine clans.

The Lord of God was obviously involved in the whole matter. Now he is just anxious to get rid of the charges. How could Dongling Cod be reborn?

Before Sui Linggui could continue to think, Dongling Cod said lightly: "Then chop it and feed it to the dog."

It seemed like I was talking about how good the weather was today. It was this casual tone that was said casually and casually, which was the most terrifying. The moment the Lord of God raised his head, the mask that was covering his cheeks cracked with a faint wind. The dense cracks filled the entire mask like a spider web, and burst open with a bang, and the face was beyond recognition, and the flesh and blood were finally turned on.

I couldn't help but roar in pain.

His face was covered in blood, and the fragments of the mask pierced into his cheeks, deeply embedded in the skin and flesh.

Chop the dog and feed it...

Good one should deal with it lightly...

Mo Xie smiled and looked at the Dongling Cod, who was breeze-like and calm. After a long time, Dongling Cod became cruel.

He once said that Dongling Cod is a cruel person in his bones, but he hides it very deeply with warmth.

Mo Xie's eyes inadvertently swept across the pear blossom crisps in the basket, slightly dimming, and sighed softly.

Dongling Cod may not be able to survive the pear blossom crisps for several lifetimes.

The Qinglian guards walked by neatly and unifiedly, holding the Lord of God. Now there is a very important question, where is there a dog?

The Lord of God was extremely frightened, and the blood on his face had already flowed to his clothes. He struggled and shouted loudly: "King Qinglian, it is a death sentence to chop and feed the dog. Didn't the king say that, I will not die!"

"Who said chopping is a death sentence?" Dongling Cod was as gentle as jade, and his tone was even more kind: "It just allowed you to survive in the world in the form of division."

Everyone: "..." It seemed very powerful.

Puff!

Mo Xie almost laughed out loud. Lin Moshui was helpless. The Ghost King's temperament was probably not able to change.

The Lord of God was speechless and wanted to defend himself.

"It's too noisy." Dongling Cod said softly.

The guards suddenly realized that one of them grabbed the Lord of God's jaw and forced him to open his mouth, while the other one held the sword, striking his tongue with one sword, and broke.

The Lord of God's lips and teeth were filled with bloody smell, and it was still overflowing, filling his entire chin.

He looked at Dongling Cod in horror. Dongling Cod clearly wanted to kill him, but it was still gentle and elegant like a gentle breeze.

That tone and expression didn't seem to be breaking him and feeding him a dog, but more like drinking tea and drinking with him to talk about love and love.

Sui Linggui looked at Dongling Cod in surprise. At this moment, she seemed to have met King Qinglian again.

Ten thousand years ago he was the King of Qinglian, and today he is just Dongling Cod.

King Qinglian fought for innocent people in the world, and was the god and Buddha in the hearts of countless people. He was willing to contribute and used his body as the city to block the endless wind and rain.

Today's Dongling Cod belongs to Ye Qingge alone, who lives for Ye Qingge!

Sui Linggui's heart began to tremble, and gradually became a little uneasy.

this……

Is it a blessing or a disaster?

Now Dongling Cod may be a good lover, but definitely not a good king for the people!

Sui Linggui wanted to speak but stopped, shook his head, stood there without moving, without saying a word.

The Qinglian Guard wanted to kill the Lord of God. An old man came to the end of the world, stepped on auspicious clouds, wore a gray robe, and carried a high-quality sword.

The old man's eyes were sharp, shining with brilliance.

"The third brother..." The old man of the seven clan frowned and looked unhappy.

Sui Lingguan gathered his mind and thoughts, looked sideways and was a little puzzled: "What are the old people of the three tribes here to do?"

Qingge looked up and saw the old man's face, and suddenly felt familiar.

She once went to Qinglian with a pseudonym Ji Meili. At the engagement banquet, she had some impressions because the elders of the three tribes kept night songs everywhere.

Qingge was very curious at that time. Why did the old Qinglian clan always protect Ye Ge?

It’s not because Qingge maliciously speculates people. It’s really a bad nightgown style, so Qingge inevitably thinks of some lustful transactions.

Until this moment, the three clans’ elders came here, Qingge couldn’t help but wonder whether the three clans’ elders were related to the person behind Qinglian?

Qingge pursed her lips tightly, stood quietly, and watched the changes.

The three tribes' elders landed smoothly, looked at Ye Ge, who was covered in bruises and fell in a pool of blood, retracted his eyes coldly, and walked over to Ye Ge.

"I, I wish you a visit to my king, wishing you a long life." The old man from the three tribes said with great enthusiasm, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

Dongling Cod stared at it for a long time, but he had no intention of asking the elders of the three clans to get up.

On that side, the Lord of God was chopped off. The old men of the three tribes coughed and turned their heads to look at it: "Let's wait."

"Wait? What are the elders of the three clans doing?" Sui Linggui asked with a smile. The elders of the three clans said slowly: "Clan leader, my king, I already know the truth about this matter. Although Qinglian is in charge of the affairs of the thousands of clans, the higher planes and below should be handed over to the Nine Realms to manage. My king deals with a small god lord of the heavenly realm, but he uses a ox knife to kill a chicken, which will also lose the identity of the King of Qinglian. Moreover, Qinglian regulations have clear regulations, and every word is clear. The Lord of the God is indeed guilty. However, if he chops it up and feeds the dog, he will be punished with the extreme punishment, which may be inappropriate. Moreover, the near future,

It was a turbulent time, with thousands of tribes slightly turbulent, and the tribes of the three tripods were not peaceful. If my king's move was caught by someone who was interested, it would be a bad thing for Qinglian to do to my king."

The three tribes' heartfelt words were all expressed loyalty. After saying this, they hurriedly knelt on the ground, their foreheads and bodies were close to the ground.

The God Lord, who was captured by the Qinglian Guard, was desperate. Seeing the arrival and pleas of the three clans, there was hope in his eyes, and he looked at the three clans with expectation.

"Are the three tribes always questioning my decision?" Dongling Cod asked. "Yes, he is just questioning your decision, there is no need to ask." Mo Xie changed his position and sat on the chair, smiling at the elders of the three tribes: "You are the elders of the three tribes, I think you are very capable, so don't be the elders of the three tribes, the elders of the clans, you are the elders of the Qinglian tribe. I think you are very capable.

The position is also a talented person, so you can sit in the position of King Qinglian.”

The elders of the three clans suddenly looked at Mo Xie, and were too anxious just now. Only then did they realize that there was a famous moody ghost king here.

The old men of the three clans were very curious and took a look at Ye Song.

In desperation, he only knew about the matter in the northern suburbs.

Dongling Cod didn't say anything, but turned to Mo Xie.

It was clearly someone he had never met, but it gave him a very familiar feeling.

For some reason, when he heard the Ghost King's words, he did not hate the evil spirits in it, but instead was happy all over and even wanted to sit down with him and have a drink.

This is a very strange feeling, just like when I first met Ye Qingge, all the sorrows became happiness all over my body, and I only had one thought in my heart: he wanted to marry her.

"Ghost King, this is my Qinglian business, what does it have to do with you?" The old man from the three tribes sneered: "Qinglian advocates justice and a mighty spirit. How can the evil ghosts living underground live to compete with?" Mo Xie put his head on his head, his eyes were evil and quiet, as sharp as ice. The two slender fingers wrapped around the vine ring, gently stretched their faces, and the delicate and thin mask fitted on his face like a blowing skin, printing out the outline of his facial features.

Only those eyes could be seen on my face, just like the demon in the abyss, glancing at the elders of the three clans.

The moment when the murderous aura whistled like the wind, not only the air and wind surging in the sky, but also the rich evil aura.

It was like black ink pouring on the water surface, gradually fainting, covering most people's figures, leaving only evil shadows, like the hundreds of ghosts screaming and howling.

The evil shadow pounced towards the old tribes like a torrent of thunder.

Sui Linggui and the elders of the seven clans took action together to resist the attack.

The two were shocked at the same time. The Ghost King Shangxiao was still growing. Such strength was already shocking!

The two looked at each other and retreated at the same time. The evil shadow also turned into black smoke and light ink and returned to Mo Xie's body.

In this way, the elders of the three clans dare not compete with Mo Xie anymore.

"Ghost King, for thousands of years, the evil momentum and the Qinglian well water have not violated the river. Today, Qinglian is dealing with family affairs, and the Ghost King should not interfere." Sui Linggui said coldly.

Mo Xie wrapped his hands around his chest, his spine was deeply trapped in the back of the chair, and his slender legs were raised and placed lightly on the overlapping vines. Mo Xie lay lazily on the chair, as if he was tired, and closed his eyes slightly.

Seeing that Mo Xie didn't say anything, Sui Linggui punched the cotton.

The elders of the three clans had the intention of being unjust, so the elders of the seven clans could see that, but the Ghost King could not handle it.

"Last brother, go back!" The old man of the seven clan whispered coldly.

"My King, I'll come today and bring the Taizu's handwritten." The elders of the seven clans took out a token with a light golden bottom surrounded by a blue lotus totem and raised it high.

The moonlight shines on the token, and the green lotus can be seen blooming slowly, with a sense of ancient and sacredness.

Above the green lotus, smoke like a fairyland rose up, and the milky white smoke gathered together. From a distance, it looked like the outline of a person.

The Gu Long in the spiritual world was extremely excited: "Taizu, the aftermath of my Qinglian Taizu!"

Qingge pursed her lips slightly and looked at the outline figure formed by Bai Yan.

Qinglian Taizu was very energetic, his back stopped, looked up at the top of his head, as if he was looking at the light of the sun and the moon and the scenery of mountains and rivers.

He is not tall or strong, but he has a sense of vastness and a fairy-like spirit.

Even though tens of thousands of years apart, Qingge seemed to be able to feel the scene of Qinglian Taizu's devoted work for the people.
To be continued...