The three people from Ziyun Palace had all sat down. The leader looked at the little bun curiously and said jokingly: "The Demon Clan is lucky to have such a monarch."
The little bun made a decent salute: "Uncle, Ye'er is too embarrassed to deserve the compliment."
"At such a young age, he is well-controlled in advance and retreat. He is smart and knows how to judge the situation. He is indeed the son of the Empress of Heaven and the Demon King. It is really surprising."
The man laughed.
Little Baozi grinned innocently, his eyes were filled with innocence, but he was quietly thinking about why the people from Ziyun Palace came to the Death Realm to see their mother! Little Baozi became alert and walked to Qing Ge with a smile.
A pair of chubby little hands hanging in the sleeves of the shirt were clenched into fists, and a kind and innocent smile still appeared on his face.
"I don't know why these uncles came to Tianyu. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best."
Little Baozi asked tentatively.
The three people in Ziyun Palace looked at each other, and the person who seemed to have a higher status among them replied: "It's nothing, my lord asked me to bring an invitation to the empress. Once in three years, the Nine Realms will be announced. Your lord is kind."
Invite the Empress of Heaven into the dreamland of floating life.
Empress, this is the opportunity that the Lord has fought for for you, you should cherish it.
The floating dreamland is not a place where cultivators from higher planes can go."
This person just finished speaking, but he saw Jiuci coming quickly and furiously, pressing his palms on the table, leaning slightly, glaring at the person who spoke: "I won't go.
What a bullshit opportunity. To resist the poisonous miasma in the realm of Fushengmeng, practitioners must at least be in the origin realm. My sister is only in the phantom realm. What are you doing in that place?
Go back immediately and tell your master to go to whoever you like, my sister, don’t go to that damn place."
The man spoke in a rather low voice, with a hint of danger: "Ziyun Palace Master has a golden tongue, and his words are like spilled water. How can you take it back?
Your Highness Jiuci, you and I are both from the Nine Realms, so don’t make things difficult for each other.
You also know that the Lord has an unstable temperament and is moody. If I bring back the original words of Jiudian, I am afraid that the Lord will mistakenly think that the Empress of the Heavenly Realm is arrogant and disdains the Lord's invitation.
No one can bear the wrath of Palace Master Ziyun, neither you nor I, nor the Empress of Heaven."
Jiu Ci put his hands on the table with slight force and clenched them tightly into fists. His long and narrow sword eyes were filled with angry bloodshot eyes, and the eye sockets were bloodshot and terrifyingly red.
He glared at the people of Ziyun Palace, remained silent for a long time, and chuckled strangely: "Are you... threatening me?"
Jiu Ci half-squinted his eyes, black mist gathered in his chest, and the sharp cry of a black crow sounded from the distance.
The people from Ziyun Palace laughed and said in an understatement: "My lord heard about your sister and was very interested in the empress. He also thought that the empress' talent was commendable. Even in the phantom realm, she has the strength to come and go in the floating dream realm."
"Fuck your mother's dog!"
Jiuci stretched out his hands, grasped the man's clothes, and lifted him from the chair: "I live in a dream and never come back. Do you think I am an idiot?"
"Nine Halls, I am from Ziyun Palace, how dare you..." Boom.
Jiu Ci punched the man in the face, causing him to fall to the ground, making him look very embarrassed.
When the other two people from Ziyun Palace saw this, they were furious and took action together, attacking Jiu Ci from both sides.
The black smoke dispersed around Jiu Ci, and his figure disappeared like a ghost. He suddenly stepped on the chest of the person just now and looked down at him: "What about the people from Ziyun Palace?"
The two men found Jiu Ci's traces and took action again.
"Ah, don't fight..." Little Baozi panicked, walked over and hugged the strongest Ziyun Palace member: "Don't fight, don't fight..." "Get out of the way!"
The hugged Ziyun Palace man stared angrily.
Little Baozi looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Don't be so violent, Ye'er is scared."
Taking this opportunity, when another person attacked Jiu Ci, Jiu Ci reacted in time, trembled with him for three rounds, and then captured him.
Jiu Ci held his black hair with one hand, and at the same time raised his head to look at the little bun. The little bun with tears on his face quietly winked at Jiu Ci.
Qing Ge stood up, walked behind Jiu Ci, and gently put her white and tender hands on Jiu Ci's shoulders.
"Okay, stop making trouble."
Qingge said.
The two fallen members of Ziyun Palace got up dejectedly. They were furious and wanted to attack Jiu Ci, with thousands of murderous intentions. Their eyes were also bloodshot and full of anger.
"Jiuci, if you want to die, just say so, come to me and kill this bastard!"
"..." Suddenly, the picture froze and the air solidified.
The cool breeze in the courtyard carries the fragrance of flowers and lifts the skirts as bright as fire.
Qingge turned her head and looked at the two people with an indifferent expression.
Their movements towards Jiuci were stiff and they remained motionless. They looked at Qingge with wide eyes and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
It is unimaginable that they are actually afraid of a cultivator in the phantom realm.
A faint cold mist of Nightmare Bei appeared around Qingge, and the devouring energy in the blood demon's veins was about to move, and invisible danger was already approaching them.
The people in Ziyun Palace are indeed very strong, but they are just messengers, not so strong that Qingge should be particularly afraid of them.
Qingge's spiritual power burst out from his eyes and turned into air pressure, enough to make their souls tremble.
"Tell Palace Master Ziyun that I have thanked him for his kindness, but I know that I am not strong enough and am not qualified to go to the floating dreamland. I hope he will choose another talent."
After Qingge said that, she walked towards Little Baozi and hugged him.
Little Baozi's soft little arms were wrapped around Qingge's thin neck, he tilted his head and blinked with his big eyes, looking at Qingge curiously.
"What's wrong?"
Qing Ge asked.
"Mother is so beautiful."
The little bun smiled.
The people of Ziyun Palace were still unwilling to give in: "East Emperor, offending the master of Ziyun Palace is not a wise decision. It is a supreme honor to win the respect of the master. You are a bit too arrogant."
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled, looked away indifferently, and said jokingly: "Are you provoking?"
The face of Ziyun Palace changed drastically: "Empress, don't be ungrateful, we will give you another chance, otherwise..." "I won't go."
Qingge hugged the little bun and turned around to leave: "Everyone, please go back, the child is tired."
"Empress, you..." "I'm telling you to get out. Is it because you can't understand people's words or something?"
Do you need me to find a pig to talk to you?"
Jiuci stopped a few people on their way and said impatiently: "Let's go quickly, don't embarrass Ziyun Palace. Oh, by the way, let me tell you, the head of the family, that the empress is my heartthrob. If anyone touches her, he will be removed from my corpse."
Just step on it.
But, after the Xunwu Lei incident last time, Uncle Mo was very kind to me. If you want to touch me, you have to ask Uncle Mo if he agrees."
"Jiuci..." "Go away, go away, do you want me to close the door and let the dogs out?"
Jiu Ci waved his hand like he was shooing away flies.
The three of them gritted their teeth and walked away dejectedly.
Qingge walked towards the main hall. When she heard Jiuci's words, she paused for a moment and then walked forward.
"Mom, why are you laughing?"
Little Baozi asked.
Qing Ge looked back at Jiu Ci and smiled without saying a word.
It feels so good to have a brother.
The sky fell, but there was still a brother holding on.
Little Baozi poked his head out from Qingge's shoulder, looked at Jiu Ci, touched his chin, and wondered whether he should wait until the first month to shave his head.
The way my mother looked at my uncle made Xiao Baozi jealous.
Jiu Ci suddenly felt a chill, looked at the little bun and shuddered.