Marquis Yingwu bowed: "Qing Emperor, I'm serious..." "Go, I'll wait for you to bring my daughter-in-law to you."
The demon god smiled.
Feng Qi said with a cold face: "Although you are the Qing Emperor, if you dare to bully my Ge'er as a person behind the scenes, you have to be careful with my sword."
Ji Yue had no choice but to smile and jump down from the crack between the tree roots.
The demon god's face gradually faded away, and he turned around and walked towards the bustling place in the Immortality Realm: "It seems that Yun Shuishui has been able to stop being beaten for a day and his bones are itching."
Not long after, a menacing demon god appeared in front of Yun Shen's Mansion. He was dressed in red and was as beautiful as fire. He was uttering wild words in front of the manor.
"Yun Shuishui, get out of here and get beaten. I see your son hastily put this Shangting away. I see that the worn shoes from Beigong are good. They are a perfect match for your son. They are a match made in heaven."
The demon god said angrily.
Feng Qi stood in front of the house, half-squinted his eyes, and immediately laughed: "The demon god is wise, this bitch and the dog are indeed a perfect match."
The demon god blinked at Feng Qi: The poison is still yours.
Fengqi looked at the demon god innocently.
Yun Shuishui was about to walk out of the mansion, and upon hearing the words of Demon God and Feng Qi, his face turned pale and filled with anger.
The world of immortality was quite lively on this day.
To be precise, in the immortal world where there are demons and gods, people are beaten every day.
Don’t the people from the temples care?
Take care of it, of course you have to take care of it, but the thunder is louder than the raindrops.
Everyone knows that the God of Qingyuan is a maniac who dotes on his wife. As long as the demon god doesn’t burn the world of immortality with fire, who would dare to touch her?
Looking at Yun Shen Yun Shuishui again, after Princess Shangting got married, the reincarnation god actually established a new palace on his own, which made people speculate whether the relationship had broken down.
Yes, the so-called gods in the world of immortality are more gossipy than the others in private.
...The branches of the dragon and phoenix gods stretch out and bloom gorgeously.
A ray of light fell from the sky, like a meteor flying past, and appeared in one of the thousands of races.
Late at night, the night sky above Dongzhou's head is dark blue and filled with starlight.
On the bed in the Ye God Palace, Qing Ge hugged the little bun and slept soundly. The little bun slept soundly in her mother's arms.
Qingge originally wanted to watch the book until dawn, but Little Baozi felt sorry for her and waited beside her with his face raised, saying that he should go to bed at the same time.
When Qingge opened her eyes, she could see the delicate skin of the little bun, and the thick black eyelashes hanging down like cattail fans. He was already a big child. He would suck his little fingers while sleeping, and his little mouth would open with his breathing.
Open, very cute.
At this moment, the softest part of Qingge's heart and the deepest part of his soul seemed to have been touched.
It turns out that after becoming a mother, she could become gentle without even realizing it.
The next day, when Little Baozi woke up, his mother was no longer beside him, and his heart suddenly felt empty. Little Baozi ran out barefooted with a little panic.
The double doors at the entrance were pushed open, Jiu Ci and Xiao Baozi stared at each other with big eyes.
After looking at each other in silence for a long time, the little bun asked: "Where is my mother?"
Jiu Ci moved his body and pointed to the huge courtyard: "Here."
Qingge is practicing, planning to store up the phantom power, and when necessary, break through to the four phantoms in one fell swoop.
The battle with the four Xuanling masters on Nanpo also made Qingge discover his own shortcomings.
Little Baozi held his face with his little hands and looked at Qingge with a dreamy smile, looking like a little fanboy.
Jiuci looked down mechanically, looking at Little Baozi's little feet without shoes and socks, frowning, and grabbed the hem of Little Baozi's clothes and lifted them up.
"You are already a big child, and you are also a demon king after all. Can you take care of yourself? If you catch a cold, you will still get sick. Treatment costs money."
Jiuci threw the little bun on the bed and found shoes and socks for the little bun to put on.
Little Baozi rubbed the sore spots on his body and looked sadly at his uncle who was acting savagely.
"What are you looking at? I am your elder, how can you look at me like this?"
Jiuci showed off the posture of an elder.
The little bun wrapped himself in a close-fitting robe, hummed softly, and ran out, opening his hands to hug Qingge.
At this moment, only three rays of purple light were seen coming from the ninth heaven and appearing in the courtyard.
Within the light, three figures appeared, all dressed in purple clothes and wearing masks, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Qingge glanced at the medals hanging on the shoulders of the three of them, and understood in her heart. She stopped practicing, sat on a chair and poured a few cups of herbal tea: "It turns out that it is the master of Ziyun Palace. Although he has missed the welcome from afar, he still hopes to see Haihan.
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"The empress is indeed very discerning, but if she doesn't kneel down and bow to me, Ziyun, is that rude?"
The leader of the group, Feng Qingyundan, said this, and with his plain and smiling words, the pressure that was released invisibly was almost forced away by Qingge.
That pressure was almost impossible to avoid, which gave Qing Ge a disincentive.
The small figure on the side rushed over and stood in front of Qing Ge. He waved his little hand lightly, and the wind swept out easily crushed the coercive power of the people of Ziyun Palace.
Everyone in Ziyun Palace looked at the little bun.
"Demon tribe, Demon Lord..." The leader frowned and whispered.
"Little brat, get out of the way!"
The other person had a ferocious expression.
Little Baozi had a smile on his face and said in a sweet voice: "Uncles, my mother caught a cold last night and couldn't stand up to salute."
After saying that, Little Baozi bowed down and said, "I am the new Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, so I would like to salute you all on behalf of my mother."
"Since it's a salute, why not kneel down and worship?"
The people from Ziyun Palace asked.
The little bun tilted his head and blinked: "I heard that Ziyun Palace is famous in the nine realms and affects thousands of people. Especially the Ziyun Order that comes out every few hundred years is even more frightening.
If word got out about such a powerful Ziyun Palace and a child was asked to kneel down, it would probably damage its reputation.
I am also doing it for your own good. This kneeling is not painful for me, but if it is detrimental to the reputation of Ziyun Palace, you are the main culprits.
Besides, these uncles came to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods today and have important matters to deal with. How can we delay your important matters because of such a trivial matter?"
Little Baozi's voice was soft and waxy, very small, but his words were clear. After several words, several people were confused and confused.
When Little Baozi looked at him again, he saw that the child's eyes were shining like the light of a starry night. He was obviously an innocent and harmless child.
The little bun opened his mouth and showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "The herbal tea is ready. Please take a seat."
Being able to let the demon king call him uncle would be considered a worthwhile trip.
The little bun looked sideways at Qingge and blinked his left eye.
Qingge felt quite helpless, this kid is really a clever guy.
Jiu Ci crossed his arms across his chest and touched his chin, wondering if the little bun was as cunning as a fox and looked a lot like Ji Yue.
Jiu Ci looked at Qing Ge's side face again, it was perfect and moving, but he frowned... At such an age... practicing immortality has a long and long road ahead.
Why not marry another man?
In these wonderful years, if there is no nourishment of love, no matter how beautiful the flower is, it will wither.
Jiu Ci thought of this, with a sentimental expression on his face.