"Hey, Xiaojiro~ Yeah, yeah, I carry my schoolbag to school. I'm not afraid of the sun, but I'm afraid of the wind and rain..."
Seeing Liu Guihua disappear completely in the river, Xiao Yan, who was hiding behind the low wall, also walked out from behind on his bicycle leisurely.
Because Lin Xiaoyun was always there just now, he didn't take action rashly.
If it were in the past, Liu Guihua would have died thousands of times.
You must know that in the two realms of Yin and Yang, except Yao Ji in the Netherworld, no one dares not to give him face.
Unexpectedly, when he arrived in the underworld, he would be blackmailed by a mortal. Naturally, Xiao Yan could not swallow this tone.
"Your Majesty, you are so excited!"
Just when Xiao Yan was humming a tune leisurely, an old man with a white beard suddenly emerged from the rain manhole cover nearby.
When Xiao Yan saw the old man, the smile on his face disappeared instantly and was replaced by a cold look.
"Sima Yi, why are you here? I heard that you have taken refuge with Di Xi?" Xiao Yan said in a deep voice.
Sima Yi bowed his hands respectfully and replied: "Your Majesty, your hands and eyes are indeed all-powerful!
It has only been more than a month since I went to Dongjun, but the king who is far away in the world actually knows about it.
I really admire you!"
"When did you, an old guy, learn to flatter others? But it sounds comfortable to me." Xiao Yan nodded with satisfaction.
Sima Yi shook his head in shame: "Well, these days are no longer what we were back then.
If you don't learn to adapt and agree, you may end up like Zhang Yide, who can only silently burn fire in the boiler room for thousands of years.
Alas, if I don’t say it anymore, I won’t say it anymore. If I say it too much, I’ll just shed tears.”
"Oh, you, Sima Yi, are so smart, how could you end up like that reckless man?
Okay, don't act miserable in front of me!
Tell me, if you don't stay by Di Xi's side, why did you come to the world of heaven?" Xiao Yan asked.
"Um, haha, since the king asked this, I won't hide it."
Sima Yi smiled and replied casually: "Actually, I came here for the same purpose as the king."
"Same purpose as mine?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately became alert: "How can I be sure that you are not defrauding me?"
"I believe you can still tell whether I'm scamming you or not.
However, since we have talked about this, I will not hide it from you.
To be honest, I know where the six soul-sealing pillars that the king has been searching for are - water, wood and gold.
I wonder if your Majesty is interested in cooperating?" Sima Yi explained with a smile.
"Do you really know where these three soul-sealing pillars are?" Xiao Yan said in shock.
Sima Yi nodded: "And I also know that the king has mastered the two roots of 'fire' and 'earth'.
If the king is willing to cooperate with me and share information, then we only need to find the remaining formation eye spiritual pillars."
"Old fox!"
Xiao Yan squinted his eyes and looked at him seriously: "Is this matter the intention of Di Xi, or is it your personal intention, Sima Yi?"
Xiao Yan knew that this was definitely not what Di Xi meant.
According to Di Xi's character, he would rather find someone for another thousand years than cooperate with anyone else.
From this point of view, it is very likely that Sima Yi was making his own little calculations.
"Does it matter?"
Sima Yi smiled: "Your Majesty also knows that 400,000 elites were suppressed down there.
Even after thousands of years of devouring and merging, I believe there are still at least a hundred thousand.
I don't think I need to tell you how powerful those elite soldiers are. Your Majesty should also know.
My requirements are not high, as long as your Majesty is willing to give me 10% and it can help me consolidate my cultivation, then I will be satisfied."
"So you sold your master Di Xi?"
Xiao Yan snorted coldly: "You have told me so much, aren't you afraid that I will turn around and report you to Di Xi?"
"If the king is such a person, then Xilan may have changed hands long ago, right?"
Sima Yi smiled calmly: "And I believe that the king is not that kind of person.
If I cooperate with a smart person like you, your Majesty, I will not suffer any loss.
What's more, I still have a lot of information that interests you.
If possible, I would be very willing to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with you."
"Hahaha, what a great Sima Yi, he is worthy of being a leader of his generation with Marquis Wu!"
Xiao Yan smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I will believe you just once.
But if you dare to play tricks on me, I promise to kill you with my own hands."
"It's natural!"
Sima Yi raised his hands and continued: "Since the king trusts me so much, I also have some information here. I wonder if the king wants to hear it."
"Oh, what kind of information is it about?"
"Pluto——Yao Ji!"
"she?"
When Xiao Yan heard this name coming out of Sima Yi's mouth, the thoughts on his face immediately became heavier.
...
Apartment on the 18th floor
Ever since it got dark, Cao Ning has been shutting himself in a small room, playing with the spiritual grass he brought back from Li Weiwei.
Cao Ning took it in his hand, looked at it, and smelled it: "This grass... can really make me harder than steel?
Real or fake?
But I don’t see any difference?”
After pondering for a long time, Cao Ning finally put away his curiosity.
"Forget it, I believe it is impossible for Weiwei to lie to me. How could she lie to me? That is definitely impossible."
So immediately, Cao Ning took out the tofu skin just bought from the vegetable market from the food bag.
By the way, I put out the hot sauce I brought back from Laozhai Restaurant.
This is the experience Cao Ning has gained after eating grass for so many years.
I still remember that the last time he ate Purana, it was just stuffed into it raw, and he almost vomited it several times.
If you want to eat grass again this time, you must first prepare all the ingredients.
Cao Ning took out a piece of tofu skin and spread it flat on the plastic wrap, then placed the washed spiritual grass on it, added a few green onion leaves and rolled it up.
This is how fresh pickles are prepared!
"Zhen Zhen... I ate bean curd rolls with green onions, and I, the emperor, am not as good as me~"
Cao Ning hummed a tune leisurely, and then dipped another dip in the sauce bottle.
Just when he was about to speak, the door was pushed open from the outside.
"Big Bear, I'm hungry, can you go cook something for me...hey, make some pickles!"
Lin Xiaoyun walked in with her mouth pouted and her belly rubbed, and happened to make eye contact with Cao Ning, who was about to eat pickles.
"Hmph, you stinky bear, you are hiding and eating alone, you are really going too far.
No, I want to eat too!"
Lin Xiaoyun puffed up her cheeks and ran over angrily, grabbed the pickled vegetables from Cao Ning's hand, and took a bite.
"Well, this tastes good!
Big bear, where did you get this good thing?
Is this kind of grass stuffed inside? Why haven’t I seen it before?”
While Lin Xiaoyun was eating, he curiously turned over the package of spiritual herbs on the table.
Cao Ning raised his head proudly: "Of course you haven't eaten it. This is what I asked for from Weiwei. It's called Bone Shaping Grass."
Anyway, it’s used to enhance strength, how about it, it’s delicious!”
"No wonder I haven't eaten it before, it was given to me by Weiwei.
Humph, Weiwei is just too partial. She leaves all good things to you and never shares them with me.
No, no, you already have so much grass, you can at least give me some points."
Saying that, Lin Xiaoyun reached out and grabbed it!
Cao Ning hurriedly protected the cloth bag: "Hey, hey, Yoon'er, Yoon'er, this is what I use to improve my ability to resist being hit.
Just try it, but don’t eat it all for me, otherwise I won’t be able to eat anything.”
"Humph, big bear, don't be so stingy!
You give me something to eat, and I will help you carry the thunder when the time comes." Lin Xiaoyun hummed.
"Carry thunder? It turns out you have guessed it all!"
The tip of Cao Ning's nose felt sour, but he could distinguish the seriousness.
