"By the way, you guy is cold and fanning while talking. What's the point?" Lolita looked at Ziya, who was holding the fan and exposes it without hesitation.

"This..." Ziya hesitated slightly, but without any embarrassment, "Just, I am a divine beast, how could Long Ziyaozi be afraid of this coldness?"

"Haha," Lolita rolled her eyes directly at Ya Zi, and played with her hair bored and said, "I don't know how hungry the underworld is now."

"I want to know too." Er moved his tail.

"Ah snee!" Another sound was heard. Wenjiu, who was sitting in the Palace of Pluto, sneezing again. Wenjiu, who rubbed his nose, looked at Xuanyuan who was still in a coma on the bed, took a fruit and put it in his mouth, and muttered, "Did you catch a cold too?"

He stood up and walked out of the Palace of Hades. Looking at the snowy underworld for the first time, the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble.

From a distance, Meng Po, who saw Wenjiu, had a magic trick and ran to Wenjiu and said, "Hello, Madam."

"It's great." Wen Jiu nodded, looked at Meng Po's feet, which finally put on her shoes, raised her eyebrows and said, "Cold?"

"No." Meng Po nodded and said, "In the past, I always felt that this underworld had been gray-black for thousands of years. I always wanted to make this underworld more colors. Now, this white has replaced the previous gray-black, and the temperature has also changed."

"It's a biting cold, ma'am!" Meng Po touched her arm and said, "The underworld is already cold, but now it's a little bit cold. This feeling hasn't happened in a long time."

"Have it going, it will take five days." Wen Jiu replied with a smile: "Where is Wu Kaixin?"

"It has been a few days since I came out of the judge's office." Meng Po pointed to the judge's office not far away and said, "Madam, do you want me to call Wu Kaixin over?"

"No, he thought it through and he would come over." Wen Jiu shook his head and said, "If he comes out, you ask him to send Fuxi a letter first and tell Fuxi that Mo is fine."

"Why didn't my wife tell Fuxi the God of Heaven in person?" Meng Po was puzzled.

"Nothing." Wen Jiu waved his hand and walked into the Palace of the Holy Ones and said, "I have been his shield for so many years, I just want him to feel more uncomfortable."

"Huh?" Meng Po was a little confused. But when she raised her eyes again, Wen Jiu's figure had disappeared in front of her.

Wenjiu, who entered the room, looked at Xuanyuan Jimo who was still sleeping, couldn't help but frown, walked forward, reached out to pinch Xuanyuan Jimo's face and said, "I'll wait for you for one day. If you don't wake up again, I will return to the human world by myself."

Seeing that his handsome pale face was finally pinched a little red by himself, Wen Jiu stopped and stepped aside to sit down. He turned into a piece of white paper, which reported his family safety. Without telling his return, he simply folded a thousand paper crane with a white paper.

Put it in front of his mouth and exhale gently. The paper crane, which was obviously still a dead object, suddenly trembled its wings. The pointed bird beak nodded to Wen Jiu. With a crane sound, the paper crane on his palm slowly flew up from Wen Jiu's hand.

With a faint milky white glow all over his body, he passed by Wangchuan, went to the world, and flew to Wen's house.

"Huh?" Wen Nuo was the first to feel the fluctuation of spiritual power. Her small body quickly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, pointed to the outside of the window and said, "Tongchun, can you see something there?"

"Double pupils do not mean good vision..." Tong Chun looked at Wen Nuo and retorted softly.

"What are you two watching?" Xing Le, who had just picked up Wen He from the company, couldn't help but lean in front of the window and asked, "There's nothing, what are you watching?"

"I don't know." Wen Nuo shook his head and said, "I always feel like there is a smell of wine."

"What?" Wen He was shocked and hurriedly ran over and stayed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He stared at a place where Wen Nuo pointed casually, put on the glasses he took off again and said, "Xiao Nuo, are you sure you didn't feel wrong?"

Because the weather dropped sharply outside, the four of them lay in front of the window and talked. After a while, a layer of white mist appeared on the floor-to-ceiling window.

After seeing this, I couldn't see anything clearly. As soon as I came downstairs, Huo Ran looked at the magical and consistent movements of the four people. He couldn't help but snatch a piece of paper, pushed his glasses, wiped it in front of the window and said, "What are you looking at?"

"I don't know." Tong Chun silently moved away from the position similar to Huo Ran. For some reason, Tong Chun always felt that this man was even dark in his soul. Standing with him, he would be frightened.

"Hey, what is that?" Xing Le had excellent vision and pointed to something like a snowflake flying from the corner of the villa.

"What a big snowflake." Wen Nuo moved his nose and said, "But this snowflake has the smell of a small wine."

"Fuck, what snowflakes?" Xing Le slapped Wen Nuo on the back of the head and said, "That's a paper crane, a paper crane, a white paper crane."

"What?" Wen He and Huoran had the worst eyesight. Even though they both wore glasses, at such a distance, they could only see the blurry snowflakes.

"Here's here." Xing Le looked at the paper crane flying closer and closer, and carried Wen He away from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Wen Nuo and Tong Chun couldn't help but take a step back, but Huo Ran frowned in confusion. He didn't understand why he had to retreat without murderous intention. Huo Ran, who took off his glasses, took two steps slowly towards the living room.

When I took out my glasses cloth, wiped it on my glasses and looked up, I saw the paper crane as big as a palm, flying directly into the house through the glass. Even so, the glass was intact without a crack.

At this moment, Huo Ran became a little interested in the glass. He now really wanted to know if this was Chenlou, Haishi?

"Paper crane is a paper crane of Little Wine." Wen Nuo looked at the white paper crane bigger than his slap and said with a little excited: "In the past, Little Wine used paper cranes to track my breath."

"Madam?" Suddenly Ran was shocked and quickly turned around and looked at the thousand paper crane flying in the air.

But the Thousand Paper Crane was just a dead object. It couldn't help but understand the excited expressions of these people. It just slowly raised its sharp mouth and shook its wings.

Suddenly, a row of golden fonts slowly appeared in the air: Grandpa, uncle, Jimo and I are all in peace, don’t worry!

"Everything is fine." Xing Le repeated a while and breathed a sigh of relief. He held Wen He's palm and said, "I saw it, Ahe, Xiaojiu and the others are fine, I'll just say, I'll just say they're fine!"

"Xiao Nuo, is it really Xiao Jiu's letter?" Wen He looked at Xing Le with a sloppy look, pursed his lips and asked Wen Nuo.

"It's the breath of wine." Wen Nuo nodded and said, "It makes people feel very comfortable."

The paper crane that had completed his mission shook its wings again, twisted its body and flew out again toward the glass that had just flew in, flying higher and higher. Until Xing Le felt his neck sore, he forced Wen He back to the sofa and said, "So now we can be sure that Xiaojiu and Xuanyuan Jimo are safe now."

"Yes." Huo Ran nodded and echoed: "Take a wife secretly on a trip and play like something that man can do."

As soon as these words were said, everyone present nodded. While nodding, Wen He did not forget to write a note to Xuanyuan Jimo first.

As the saying goes, when a person sleeps in bed, the pot comes from the sky. Even Xuanyuan Jimo, who was smashed with such a large pot, still slept extremely soundly.

The paper crane that left Wenzhai did not dissipate, but flew higher and higher until it turned into a ray of spiritual power, like a large net or a scimitar, directly sucking the snowflakes in the sky in mid-air. A scimitar directly split the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the scorching sun that should have existed.

Another half day passed, and half a month passed again in the world. Wu Kaixin, who had escaped for two days, finally sighed a long time, knelt down in front of the Hall of the Hades and called, "Madam, Wu Kaixin asks to see Mrs.

Meng Po, who saw Wu Kaixin coming out, thought that she would come over and tell Wu Kaixin what his wife had just told her, but before Meng Po could speak, the Hall of Hades opened the door directly.

Wenjiu ate the grapes in the plate, took a book of Xuanyuan Jimo's magic tricks and looked slowly and said, "Come in and talk."

"Yes!" Wu Kaixin knelt down and kowtowed, stepped into the Palace of the Holy King in a heavy mood. Looking at Wen Jiu lying on the imperial chaise longue, she knelt in front of Wen Jiu and said painfully: "Shennong, I'm sorry, Wu Lang, I'm sorry for you!"

"Why are you sorry?" Wenjiu did not get up while eating grapes, because of this person's stubbornness. Wenjiu had already understood it ten thousand years ago.

"I..." Wu Kaixin couldn't tell me that for a moment. Anyway, it was his own selfishness that harmed Shennong at the beginning. Otherwise, ten thousand years ago, the one who really needed to return to chaos was their Pluto, rather than Shennong, whose divine power cultivation was higher than that of the other two emperors.

"Can't you say it?" Wen Jiu's smile remained unchanged. He chewed it gently, swallowed the grape meat in his mouth and said, "What do you think?"

Wu Kaixin was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Wen Jiu in a mess and said hesitantly: "You, do you know everything?"

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded and said indifferently: "What's wrong with you for Xuanyuan's sake?"

"But, but..." Wu Kaixin felt a little bitter.

Wen Jiu, who was also paranoid when he saw Wu Kaixin, shook his head and said, "Wu Lang, how long has your cultivation been rising?"

"It's been ten thousand years since I did that, I have never regretted it for thousands of years." Wu Kaixin said with a sad face.

"Well, you are repentant." Wenjiu nodded and said, "You repent so much that you put Shang He, who has my bloodline, beside me." Although this bloodline is not that bloodline, it is at least a descendant passed down from the same clan as you.

"I..." Wu Kaixin looked sad and did not make any more refutation.

"What are you?" Wen Jiu shook his head and said, "I will tell you why your cultivation has not increased anymore."

"Ten thousand years ago, Mo had committed a heinous crime because Fuxi committed a heinous crime, and the great way would not be able to withstand Mo. If Mo returned to Chaos, I, Shennong, would definitely be returned to Chaos. You know this." Wenjiu was eating his own grapes leisurely, but the words he spitted made Wu Kaixin feel as heavy as a rock and could not breathe.

"Yes, Wu Lang knows." Wu Kaixin lowered her head.

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded and said, "Actually, I still want to thank you. I know the solution that Xuanyuan found back then."

"Hmm?" Wu Kaixin was shocked and suddenly raised her head to look at Wen Jiu.

"Haha," Wen Jiu smiled gently and put the sky roll in his hand aside and said: "The Great Way creates life on a chaotic earth, and naturally it will not let these lives return to chaos, so the Hades and the Heavenly Way are indispensable existences on this earth."

"But I and Mo are different. The combination of me and Mo is the beginning of chaos. If the ancient miasma disappears from this land, I will have no meaning of existence. But if I have another level of fate, it will be different. If I kill Xuanyuan and have more fate of the Hades, then even if one day Mo is destroyed by the Great Dao and on this land, I, Shennong, will still survive as the Hades, because this land must be reincarnated for a day."

"Yes." Wu Kaixin said as if she had been aging for thousands of years in an instant, "When the Mo God gave up her serious sins, you, Fuxi and my Lord were looking for a solution, but Fuxi was because of Mo God, but my Lord was because of you."

"At that time, my lord Xuanyuan already loved you!" Wu Kaixin said that, looking at Wen Jiu calmly.

With a "ding" sound, a dark purple grape rolled beside Wu Kaixin's kneeling knees.

Wen Jiu squinted his slightly opened mouth and said, "You keep going."

"In those days, the pressure on the Mo God was getting heavier and heavier, and you were getting more and more uncomfortable. My master was anxious, so he opened the sky scroll every day. One day he knew that the transformation of fate could protect you, even if this method required his own life and let him return to chaos."

"So that's how it is." Wen Jiu couldn't help but stretched out his index finger and rubbed his face slightly for a few times on the sleeping Xuanyuan Jimo's face. The corners of his mouth were curved, and the heart veins were even softer. It turned out that the life and death disaster he had calculated at the beginning was because of himself. Ten thousand years later, this disaster was because of himself. He was really a fool, a fool!

"Yes." Wu Kaixin nodded affirmatively and said, "I, Wu Lang, is my lord's companion god. That day was the happiest day I saw and felt. But I'm sorry, madam, I'm sorry, when Fuxi knew about my lord Xuanyuan's thoughts, Fuxi's god designed with me to protect the Mo Shen, and let my lord sleep for a hundred years."

"A hundred years later, my Lord knows that you have turned into a deep abyss of the underworld and imprisoned the Mo God for eternity. On that day, the underworld is no longer the underworld, and the heaven is no longer the heaven. My Lord is crazy, even more crazy than the Mo God at that time. However, my Lord always remembers that the human world is the place where you guard your life. Therefore, countless reincarnation creatures in the underworld fought with the Fuxi God in the heaven for a full 7749 days."

"What later?" Wen Jiu's voice was a little hoarse. It turned out that the fool's feelings had existed since then. On July 49th, it was forty-nine years on earth. He had beaten mortals for half his life! Wen Jiu was moved, and he was also a little amused and crying.

"Later, the universe's great way appeared." Wu Kaixin's eyes were a little confused, as if she was falling into memories: "I knocked my Lord down from heaven and put down a forbidden method. The gods of the underworld will never enter the heaven."

"What's going on with his memory?" Wen Jiu gently stroked Xuanyuan's eyebrows with her fingers. At that time, she still remembered that this person had always liked to laugh, and even his companion god Wu Lang also liked to laugh. Wen Jiu said in confusion when she thought of this.

"Why did you change your name to Wu Kaixin?" A mortal change only affects his personality, but if the name is given by a god, it will only affect Wu Lang. You must not have a smile on your face, otherwise it will hurt like a piercing heart.

"The memory is a confinement for my Lord by the way of heaven. As long as my Lord has murderous intentions because of you, my Lord’s memory of you will disappear a little. Until the end, my Lord no longer remembers that he loved you, but after Mo Shen escaped from the abyss of the underworld, he went crazy for a lifetime of reincarnation. In name, he was arresting Mo, but in fact, he was looking for your figure. Even if he had forgotten, who was he looking for..."

"Fool!" Wen Jiu poked Xuanyuan Jimo's head heavily, and then couldn't help but rub the poked red place.

Seeing Wen Jiu's little moves, Wu Kaixin's guilt finally decreased. At least, at least he saw that Xuanyuan's request for life finally had a fruit. As for his name, thinking about Xuanyuan who woke up from his sleep that day, it would be better not to mention this matter, but it would be a serious sin for him to mention it.

Thinking of this, Wu Kaixin was about to leave the Palace of the Holy Lord quietly, but Wen Jiu shouted at Wu Lang at this time, "Wu Lang, is this the reason why you cooperate with the Fire Ghost?"

"Yes." Wu Lang trembled all over, and it turned out that he could not hide anything.

"You feel guilty about me ten thousand years ago, so when the fire ghost tells you that if you find someone with Shennong's bloodline, you will have the chance to resurrect Shennong..."

"Yes." Wu Kaixin followed the words of Wenjiu and said, "Yes, madam, when I was reincarnated, the fire ghost came to me and told me that he could resurrect you! But madam, I am not because of guilt." Wu Lang shook his head and said, "I still don't regret what happened back then, I just feel a little sorry for you."
To be continued...