When the black miasma swept across the dark Wen's house was hit by the golden aura, it was like a lotus leaf miasma that was about to swallow Wen's house. It was instantly gathered. The golden spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea on the closed miasma. After a ripples, it was calm.

Wen He, who was still thinking, suddenly came back to his senses and turned back toward Wen Qitian on the stairs and said, "Dad, can you see without glasses?" Could it be that as the legend says on the Internet, the higher the degree of myopia, the more you can see it clearly at night? But isn't his dad far-sighted?

Wen Qitian, who was about to swing another spiritual power with his back to Wen He, turned his eyes and immediately withdrew his palm, then ate the mousse while vaguely responding to Wen He: "You, I'm not blind yet!"

"Hmm?" Wen He, who always felt that Wen Qitian was a little different tonight, couldn't tell what the difference was, so he nodded and said, "Dad, if you have something to do, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

"Go and go." Wen Qitian, who seemed impatient, immediately waved at Wen He, but forgot that he had a pear wood crutch on his hand.

"Cough cough." Looking at Wen He's puzzled eyes, Wen Qitian coughed awkwardly and politely, then turned around and entered the house very well.

Wen He, who also entered the house, watched Xing Le rolling from the other side of the bed to the other side of the other end, and his powerful hands were still fumbled on the bed.

Seeing this, Wen He, who was slightly smiling, immediately handed his palm into Xing Le's hand, and finally the people on the bed stopped making trouble.

Xing Le, who had quieted down, slowly searched Wen He's waist like a tangled snake, and then his face and lips.

The waist of the person who sits in the office for many years is not very good, so after being pulled by Xing Le's confused force for a few times, Wen He gave up struggling and followed the force and was directly held in his arms.

Oh no, it should be wrapped in his arms. Wen He, who strongly thought that he was a personal pillow, was so black that he was about to reach out to push the person up, but he didn't know that the man suddenly lowered his head and held Wen He's lips very skillfully.

While biting, he murmured in a daze: "Be good, Xiaoyang, where did you go just now, why didn't I touch you everywhere?"

"Toilet." Wen He rolled his eyes silently at Xing Le, and slapped his handsome face, which was still about to be muffled with saliva on his face. He didn't turn around, and simply buried his head in Xing Le's chest and fell asleep peacefully.

Xing Le, who found his lover, was also satisfied. His long legs skillfully whipped on the bed a few times, then he lifted the hooked quilt on the two of them. Although the air conditioner was comfortable to sleep, it would not cover the quilt, and his little sun would catch a cold.

The two who fell asleep did not know that at this time, there was a silent fight in Wen's house. As soon as Wen Qitian entered the house, he threw the mousse box into the trash can casually, and threw the crutches in his hand.

The palms with some age spots were quickly posing in front of his chest. If Xuanyuan Jimo could definitely see it here, Wen Qitian was graphicizing the extremely simple purification technique at this time, and the spiritual power in this technique was purer than his own.

After all, the King of Hell is a good and evil being, so the ability of purification technology will naturally not be very high. Of course, this is limited to the ranking among the Three Emperors.

The golden spiritual power followed the movements of Wen Qitian's hand, and the golden formations formed quickly in Wen Qitian's hands like spiders' webs. Then, Wen Qitian, who held the golden magic in both hands, softened his body and fell asleep on the bed beside him.

Another man with golden luck all over his body moved in white, and his cold and majestic golden eyes made all living creatures in the world inferior and surrender.

The man holding his hands up with the purification technique blinked slightly, and his whole body appeared quietly on the top floor of Wen's house, corroding from top to bottom the black miasma that was about to swallow Wen's house.

Obviously, the appearance of the man made the miasma around Wen Zhai tremble three times, but it was trembling, but there was no trace of miasma left Wen Zhai.

Looking at the miasma that was acting, the man with golden eyes opened his lips lightly: "I don't know how to live or die!" Before he finished speaking, the man swung the spiritual purification technique on his entire hand towards the miasma.

The formation that should be as big as a palm, became even bigger when it encountered miasma, like a net of heaven and earth, and instantly covered the miasma tightly.

However, the man did not relax his frowning brows because of this. Instead, he wrinkled tighter and tighter. Finally, the man quickly reached out and pinched a finger gesture, and casually turned the finger gesture to the endless sky.

"Ha," Suddenly, a woman's crisp smile came from the night sky, which should have been empty. She heard the sound before she saw the person. However, the sound did not pass by like that, but continued to chuck and said indifferently: "Long time no see, Fuxi!"

"Long time no see." The man nodded, but there was no warmth in his golden eyes, all of which was unattainable majesty and ruthlessness. Looking at the woman who appeared slowly from the miasma, Fuxi's brows frowned even tighter.

When the woman's whole body appeared in front of Fuxi, the majestic miasma that could swallow the entire villa disappeared, and replaced by the clothes that seemed to be integrated with the darkness.

Under the hem of the skirt, the woman stretched her legs forward, floating in the void, smiling at the man who was also standing in the void.

The woman's dark eyes stared at the chilling golden eyes, and suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, "Haha, your eyes are still damn annoying."

"···" Fuxi said nothing about this.

Seeing that the man was not happy with his relationship for thousands of years, the woman's slender hands, which were as delicate as cream, slowly lifted the black robe on her head, and a charming face suddenly appeared.

Why is this woman so charming? There are obviously pairs of eyes with warm wine under her willow-leaf eyebrows, which are big and bright, but the woman's skin is as pale as a dead person. Fortunately, it is still formed by the gathering of spiritual energy in the world, and even her pale face is lingering with a faint glow.

The milky white glow makes a woman's face particularly noble and elegant. Her pale lips raise slightly, and her straight and handsome nose tip is small and delicate. If you have more points, you will lose your handsomeness.

It is said that lipstick is as important as a woman's clothes. The pale lipstick is, even if you are a person with weak qi and weak blood, you must not look good.

But in this woman, all of her previous remarks no longer existed. Although her eyes were big, they rose slightly, and she portrayed a little more sharpness on her face that looked a little weak.

However, what is most surprising is that the woman's head was as pale as snow, as white as there was no trace of impurities, as if she was born like this. The breeze blew by and the silk on her face was kissed and she was kissed.

A small and exquisite golden bell suddenly appeared, and the golden bell repelled from the breath anywhere on the woman's body.

It was long and drooping, with only a small bell wrapped around it with a golden thread. The breeze blew by, and the sound of dingling dingling dingling dingling dingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling lingling continuously.

Seeing that the man in front of him was not speaking, the corner of the woman's mouth froze. Then she threw an extremely charming look at the man, waved the pale palm like the moon, drew a circle in the void and placed the palm of her palm. Then the woman took another step, took a step forward, leaned slightly, in the man's ear.

He whispered softly: "Bang!"

Fuxi, who took a step back, found that the woman who had just moved forward had already retreated, and the sound in his ear was a dubbing made by the woman when she held her palm and his magic was broken.

"Dingling dingling dingling dingling dingling," the woman who came suddenly and waved her hand to leave leisurely and calmly, and the soft chanting and the crisp sound of the bell played the most trembling sound tonight.

"Dingling, Dingling, squat in the underworld in the abyss. Dingling, Dingling, who can break the ancient miasma? Who dares to break it? Don't break it!"

Fuxi, who had just a trace of spiritual consciousness, could not stay in the human world at all. After this, he happened to track the miasma and came to Wenzhai. He thought it was a piece of residual miasma, but he didn't expect that he would see those people who had been thousands of years ago.

The person who should have been in the Netherworld Abyss should not exist in this world. But this person has escaped from the Netherworld Abyss for a long time, but his cultivation has not yet recovered, and where has her cultivation gone?

It was getting late. When the rooster crowed, if someone looked at the roof of the Wen house, he could see the golden light flying towards the sky quickly, and he lost his figure in an instant.

At this time, I didn't know what kind of warm wine was born in Wenzhai, who was far away on the other side of the ocean. I just waited for the heart to suddenly feel cramped, and the wisp of the spirit that was nourishing the heart suddenly became a little impatient.

Such impatientness directly made Wen Jiu's face pale, as if it was blocking all the blood vessels that went to the heart.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who also felt the restless spirit of Shennong, swept a stream of spiritual power towards Wen Jiu's heart with thunder and ears, and the spirit nourished by spiritual power slowly fell asleep.

However, the sleep of this spirit cannot let the two of them let go of their hearts. Xuanyuan Jimo and Wen Jiu both knew that if Shennong's spirit awakened, Wen Jiu, a piece of Wen Jiu that had no record of heaven and earth, would be directly taken possessed by Shennong for himself. Even Shennong himself did not want to, but the wise creature guided by the great way had inherent strength.

"Madam?" Seeing Wen Jiu's face, which had always been calm, suddenly became silent. Her whole face turned pale with a degree visible to the naked eye, Nalan called out with some concern.

"It's okay." Wen Jiu shook his head, turned to look at the man's extremely bad face, stepped forward gently, rubbed his head against the man's chest and said, "It's just that, I think it's worth it to exchange for you, Jimo!"

"It's worth a lot!" Xuanyuan Jimo, who had never sweared in front of Wenjiu, directly distorted his face. Is this the man who has cultivated his character in recent years?

As expected, no matter how well a man looks, bandits are always bandits, and the boss is always the boss.

Wen Jiu took a step back after being roared, her big eyes narrowed slightly, her mouth raised to the best curve, and her spiritual power appeared in a faint light.

After these days of social interactions, everyone in charge knows that the warm wine at this time is an angry warm wine, and it is not something that can’t be caused by warm wine. So now, are they going to watch a large-scale domestic violence scene?

Xuanyuan Jimo saw the spiritual power lingering all over his body and thought to himself that it was not good. He sighed lightly, and all the depression in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Yes, everything his Ajiu did was for himself, for the useless self. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was depressed and left, immediately filled his heart.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was slightly weak in his light blue eyes, raised his face to Wen Jiu, closed his eyes and said, "Go, beat me, you can't be angry if you hit my wife!"

"What are you doing?" Wen Jiu was a little strange. She just wanted to try to move the essence in her heart veins. The big eyes were flashing with a puzzled Wen Jiu. She stretched out her fingers to spread the man's eyelids and explained seriously and stubbornly: "Actually, Jimo is worth it."

"That day, I used her only remaining blood to integrate into your soul and drove away the miasma. Then, I just provided the spirit with a temporary residence, and I also collected the rent for the Yuanhuo. If he wants to protect the spirit in his heart, he must protect my heart, so I made a profit."

In Wenjiu's eyes, one life is one life, and there is no distinction between high and low, Shennong spirit and fire ghost are one life, and of course her life will not be cheaper than the two of them, so she has no spirit of dedication.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Jimo could still be calculated like this by the little guy and was immediately amused and cried. Then he reached out and pinched Wen Jiu's face and said, "When you go back, Jimo will find a solution."

"I believe in you." The big man's eyes were full of sincerity.

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