When Emperor Yongxing was in the underground palace, his luck was in great fortune.

In Chen Feng's courtyard.

Liuli, who taught Yan Wenji to practice wooden swords, and Xiaosang, who stared at Yan Mubai and were hostile to each other.

At the same time, he turned his eyes to the sky in the direction of the palace.

In the dark.

There seemed to be something that attracted their attention.

This mysterious feeling that is invisible and fleeting.

It made them frown at the same time.

"Master, Master, the wind is blowing." Yan Wenji Jianzi stood under the hurried jujube tree in green, holding the wooden sword in both hands, without moving at all.

"Yes, may it be raining?" Yan Mubai withdrew his glaring eyes with Xiao Sang Gan, and in response to Yan Wenji's words, he turned his back and secretly rubbed his stubborn eyes.

It is impossible to surrender.

Even if Yan Mubai glared his eyes, he would not give in to Xiaosang, who had "a bad idea to beat his sister".

It’s good that the wind blows, but it’s good that it’s good that it’s going to rain. You can use the excuse of going home to collect your clothes and "let Xiao Sang Yima temporarily."

Yan Mubai cleared his throat and pulled Yan Wenji to run outside the yard, "Go home and collect your clothes quickly. If you get wet, my mother will use bamboo strips to make a board again."

"No, I want to practice swordsmanship." Yan Wenji shook Yan Mubai's hand, pulled her body back, rubbed her feet forward for three steps, and then squatted down on the spot, and was finally pulled away by Yan Mubai's increased efforts.

After many incidents, Yan Wenji was like a crying sister who was trying to buy candy, and was dragged out of the yard by Yan Mubaisheng.

Liuli ignored the whole process and was immersed in an inexplicable silence.

"It's the wind blowing." Liuli touched her chin and fell into a state of contemplation.

"Yes." Xiao Sang's face was as melancholy as ever, frowned.

The two looked up slightly at the sky, with a serious expression and deep eyes, and a vague worry in their eyes.

The glass has a silver thread, pinching its chin, condensed into a solemn sculpture.

The little mulberry tree was planted with green branches, and a bun with a gourd-pulled bun, coupled with his serious face, an indescribable melancholy.

"Why don't you put away the potato chips that are almost dry." Liuli broke the effort in a second, turned around and began to scold Xiaosang, "How can I fry it if I get soaked in the rain? If my pig comes back and can't eat the crisp potato chips, we will say that we have no way to manage the house."

"Oh." Xiao Sang pursed his mouth, jumped onto the jujube tree.

There are several large dustpans spread over the tree canopy.

He put one hand on his head, putting one layer after another, easily jumping off the jujube tree, and the dried potato chips in the dustpan were from beginning to end, let alone sprinkling, and didn't move at all.

Liuli sighed lightly, her whole body collapsed, and her spirit suddenly became deflated.

She counted her fingers with her fingers, and then she forgot it. She had to count again. As she counted, Liuli angrily complained to Xiaosang, "You move gently, so I forgot where I counted again."

Xiao Sang's footsteps just raised were fixed on the spot.

He slowed down several beats, turned his neck stiffly, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

"Seventeen." Xiaosang seemed to think that he had not explained it clearly, and added in a more emphasis: "It's been the seventeenth day since Chen Feng left Kyoto."

"Who counts this?" Liuli deceived herself and took back her counting fingers, raised her fingers and looked back and forth in front of her eyes.

She blew her nails gently, and asked herself for help, "I'm counting what Ge Ailan and Aunt Xue are missing in Zhuwu."

It’s not that he’s just a ghost... Xiao Sang complains in his heart... When I talk about Chen Feng, why did your mouth tremble? Haha, woman.

"Oh." Xiaosang pulled the long tone and regretted that he was so verbally talking. He said for seventeen days. Didn't he worry about Chen Feng even if he had exposed himself? Bah, ant, I am so arrogant, how could I pay attention to an ant?

Xiaosang shook the dustpan, and waved back and forth, like a spoon, the dried potato chips "flowed" into the cloth bag.

Xiaosang did this home-cooked farm work in the ant world without realizing it, and it was getting smoother and smoother.

Liuli glanced at Xiaosang, coughed deliberately, and said casually: "It has been rumored recently in Kyoto, and the situation in Tanzhou is very bad."

"Yes." Xiao Sang responded lazily, just like responding to the message of licking the dog, very perfunctory.

"It is said that millions of people died, and Tanzhou is almost a ghost."

"yes."

"I heard that the demon clan has even been involved in the Ten Thousand Years of Demon King."

"sharp."

"More than that, someone saw millions of ghost soldiers passing by. It is said that several ghosts and gods appeared in the legend."

"Excuse me."

"I heard from people that there are other undead tribes that cannot be killed. They have three heads and six arms, their faces are abominable, and they are scary."

"Scared."

"Why didn't there be any movement on Dashun's side? The royal army near Kyoto was dispatched. What did the emperor think?"

"Not that."

The more Liu Li said, the more she felt, the less she was. She couldn't hold it in. She beat around the bush and said to Xiaosang: "What, you're very worried about Chen Feng, are you?"

"No." Xiao Sang buried his head in his work. After answering, he realized that the pressure in the courtyard suddenly dropped a few points.

He held the dried potato chips in his hand, without looking back, and quickly changed his tone and added, "There is a little bit."

The air pressure returned to normal, Xiao Sang let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, the young man has a future, it's not in vain that Chen Feng is so kind to you." Liuli nodded with satisfaction, leaned on the recliner, and shaking the banana fan in her hand.

It was chilly and her mood was inexplicably improved. She continued, "I know, you miss Chen Feng very much, right?"

Xiaosang, “…”

You think about it, do I think about it or not? Is this a multiple-choice question?

"Well, I'll dream." Xiaosang simply threw the pot and said, as long as she was happy.

"The situation in Tanzhou is so chaotic, aren't you worried about Chen Feng's safety?"

Xiao Sang understood that Liuli's sentence was not a question, but a certain sentence.

He automatically translated Liuli's words into his mind as "I know, you are very worried about Chen Feng's safety."

"Indeed, I was worried that I couldn't eat or sleep." Xiao Sang felt a little smearing. When did he learn to be shameless?

Liuli's mouth trembled, and her fanned hands froze slightly, making her a little uncomfortable with Xiaosang's change in character.

But it doesn’t matter. As for the child, he always has to grow up... Liuli quickly accepted Xiaosang’s “growth”.

"So, I decided... no, it was you." Liuli pointed to Xiaosang for granted, and said, "Let's go to Tanzhou together and bring Chen Feng back safely."

Can I decide this? Xiao Sang complained in his heart, his face was calm and he nodded and responded: "Well, that's it."

The decision was sloppy.

The two left in a hurry.

Nothing is ready, and you can leave.

Yes, a tactile man and a fusang spiritual charm can live for a long time even if you don’t eat or drink.

Liuli couldn't wait, oh, no, it was Xiaosang...at least Liuli thought so.

...

Wuwanghai.

One of the six yin art veins, Wuwanghai, the representative of the Master Lianrong who walks in the underworld and the sun.

Several octopus tentacles that were corroded by sulfuric acid were burning in the bloody flames.

This is not a flame.

It is the light of corrosion.

He wanted to pick peaches in Dingcheng and was sealed by the King of Zhenxi with the soul blood of Taizu.

"Bitch, bitch." The resentful voice gradually subsided with the noisy roar.

The entire Wuwang Sea tsunami rose, blew up one hurricane-like cold wind after another.

This gloomy wind swept through the underworld like an increasingly violent natural disaster, destroying Gula and devouring everything.

The underworld is in chaos.

The already precarious underworld system is in a state of being stretched.

To make matters worse, the eighteen prisons, which represent the corpse-carrying man, have been rebelled.

The detained zombie tribe and the undead tribe who were imprisoned gathered hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers, and the Bingfeng pointed his sword at the Yinsi Zheng orthodox.

at the same time.

Wuwanghai's lineage also responds to the support.

Two forces began to attack cities and villages in the underworld.
To be continued...