Luo Han receives a lot of prayers every day, most of which are read by her with one click, and only a few that attract her attention will be opened.
Coincidentally, someone successfully caught her attention today.
Luo Han saw the prayer sent by the high priest of the Wu tribe. They beat up the hero and heroine and the male supporting group not long ago. It is conceivable that the high priest of the Wu tribe was either scolding Luo Han or Ling Qingxiao.
With a little curiosity, Luo Han opened the prayer of the high priest of the Wu clan.
Very good, it is to scold Luo Han.
The smile on Luo Han's face became more friendly.
But when parents are officials, you can't always be true to them. It's just that no matter what the High Priest of the Witch Clan prays for, it probably won't come true.
Reporting to Tiandao with Luo Han's name, only if he succeeds will be a ghost.
After Luo Han closed the high priest's prayer, he was going to sleep. But before turning off the bracelet, Luo Han hesitated.
As the way of heaven, she is destined to most of her not be able to view things with personal feelings. The high priest of the Wu clan said that she was immoral, and Luo Han was too lazy to pay attention to it. However, since Luo Han knew about the annihilation of the Wu clan in his prayer, he could not just sit back and ignore it.
Luo Han had seen the news of Wuyou City from Ling Qingxiao, and knew that the Wu clan's extermination of the clan was the blessing of Ye Zhongyu and Yunmenghan. But the high priest of the Wu clan didn't know that he still trusted those two people, protecting Yun Menghan earnestly, and doing his best for Ye Zhongyu.
If he knew the truth, what a breakdown.
Luo Han sighed slightly, God has the virtue of good life, before falling into the fire pit, God will give anyone a chance to awaken.
Luo Han reopened the panel and replied to the prayer she had turned off.
The high priest of the witch tribe prayed for a long time and threw out the divination cards. He had divination three times, and each time it was empty, when he threw it out this time, he had expected nothing.
However, this time, the tortoise shell collided on the ground and formed a strange shape. The high priest of the Wu clan was stunned, and somehow understood the meaning of this hexagram.
God warned him not to trust the people around him.
The high priest was completely stunned. What does this mean? Before, he had never received a clear response. Divination was more like a procedure and a ritual among the Wu people, which had long since lost its practical utility.
At this time, there was a sudden noise behind him, and the high priest woke up suddenly, and subconsciously put away the dominoes. Yun Menghan stepped on the grass, and when she saw him, she rushed over in surprise: "High priest, why are you here?"
The high priest of the Wu clan held a domino in his hand, and when he saw Yunmenghan, he didn't know how to react.
"Miss Yun, why are you here?"
"I can't sleep, so I just want to talk to someone. The Demon King is healing, and the Demon Venerable is busy, so I can only come to you."
The high priest of the witch tribe responded and fell silent. He is isolated from the world and doesn't know much about the outside world, but he still knows the most basic emotional intelligence.
Yunmenghan's words, how to say it, put him too low. She always does this unintentionally. The high priest of the Wu clan knows that she has no malicious intentions, but again and again, no man can bear it.
Except for the monsters like the Red Lotus Demon King who don't think about the future and have no morals. It turned out that the high priest of the Wu clan always felt that Ye Zhongyu was unkind and cold to Yunmenghan, but now the high priest suddenly found that the two people were drifting apart, and it may not be just a problem of one person.
Yun Menghan didn't notice anything, she sat next to the high priest without asking, and she didn't care that the high priest was praying just now, there might be something inconvenient for outsiders to see. The high priest of the Wu tribe silently collected the sacrificial supplies and asked, "What happened to you?"
"I'm worried about Feng Yuchen." Yun Menghan frowned, immersed in her own world, and said, "He was taken away by his sister, his sister... is neither gentle nor friendly, in case he treats him harshly What can I do?"
The high priest of the Wu clan couldn't help frowning. With good intentions, he reminded Yun Menghan again: "This is the family matter of their Phoenix clan. He returns to the clan and lives with his mother and clansmen, and he will be fine. "
"What if he doesn't like it?"
The high priest of the witch clan paused and asked, "Then what do you think?"
Let Feng Yuchen stay by Yunmenghan forever? But Yunmenghan is already married.
Yunmenghan hesitated, she said: "I didn't want to break up him and his relatives, I was just worried about him. He once told me that the days in Wuzhou were boring and boring, and the outside world was colorful. The family will not be happy if they are forcibly brought back."
When the high priest of the Wu clan heard these things, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He once also felt that the outside world was rich and colorful, much better than the Wu village. It wasn't until later that the Wu clan and the whole clan perished, and he couldn't go back even if he wanted to, and the high priest really realized how luxurious it was to be able to live with the clan.
The high priest of the witch tribe said: "If possible, I would rather be the one who was arrested today. When I was a child, I made mistakes and would be punished by my master. Later, when my master died, I took over his mantle and became a great master. Priest. I wish I would always be a piece of rotten wood. Every time I make a mistake, someone will scold me, and every time I sneak away, I will be caught and punished."
The high priest's eyes were full of nostalgia, and sadness slowly overflowed. He knew it was impossible, and he would never wait for those who punished him and scolded him. He prayed in his dreams several times, hoping that the goddess Nuwa, the master, the elders, or any other clan would appear in his dreams, and he could scold him and beat him. But no, not once, perhaps too disappointed, they don't even want to dream.
Yun Menghan finally realized that she had said something wrong, she kept her mouth shut, waited for a while, and said dryly, "They won't blame you."
The high priest was grief-stricken, covered his eyes with force, and forcibly endured his cry: "If they don't blame me, then I have nowhere to be ashamed. I hate myself for dereliction of duty, and secretly left the village, which led the murderer to take advantage of it and kill the whole village. They are all unarmed old people and children. If I am here, even if I don't have the power to fight, at least I can open the barrier and let them enter the altar to escape. But when I am not there, the altar cannot be opened, and they are slaughtered outside the altar alive. "
Yun Menghan was completely silent, and she lowered her head, as if thinking about something. The high priest of the Wu clan put down his hands, with tears in his eyes and killing intent: "Now I don't want to live alone, I just want to die with the murderer of the slaughter village. And the person who leaked the address of the village, I will never let go. He. By the way, the artifact…”
After the high priest of the Wu clan finished speaking, he was about to talk to Yun Menghan about the artifact, but when he turned around, he saw Yun Menghan lowered his eyes and looked very ecstatic.
The words the High Priest of the Wu Clan was about to say suddenly got stuck, and he unexpectedly remembered the hexagram he had just seen.
Don't trust the people around you.
Besides Yun Menghan, who else is there beside him
The high priest of the Wu clan was terrified for a moment, and he couldn't even control the expression on his face. He heard his trembling voice and asked Yun Menghan, "Miss Yun, do you know any clues?"
Yun Menghan's body shrank, she bit her lip hard, and said with half-drooping eyes, "I don't know."
"Then do you know who the person who leaked the village address was?"
Yun Menghan's dodging was even more obvious. She could hardly sit still, stood up with a squeak, and said, "I don't know."
Yunmenghan also found that her behavior was too strange, she immediately covered her face, smiled at the high priest of the Wu clan as if nothing had happened, and asked: "High priest, you talked about the artifact just now. What happened to the artifact? "
The high priest of the witch clan carefully looked at the person in front of him, as if he knew her for the first time. Just when Yunmenghan couldn't help but want to flee, the high priest shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I just want to remind you and Mozun that Empress Nuwa once tried to protect the divine weapon from falling into the hands of outsiders. There are many traps in the peripherals of the artifact. Obtaining the artifact is very dangerous, if the Demon Venerable wants to get something, you must be careful."
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In the underworld, Luo Han rested all night, and when he went out, he saw Ling Qingxiao sitting in the outer hall reading a book. He saw Luo Han coming out, put away the book, and walked towards her naturally: "Wake up? How was your sleep last night?"
"It's okay." Luo Han commented truthfully, "The Wangchuan River is full of ghosts. I thought it would be very noisy last night, but I didn't expect it to be very quiet, and there was no sound of wolves crying and ghosts howling."
Ling Qingxiao smiled and said, "I think it's because the reincarnation was dealt with quickly recently, and there should be fewer complaints."
The ghost officials waiting to be dispatched in the fort did not dare to speak. His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has such a big ancestral pestle here, and no ghost dares to approach it for thousands of miles.
Luo Han didn't know much about the working mechanism of the underworld, but what the immediate boss of the underworld's boss said was true.
The noise incident last night was just an episode. Luo Han quickly remembered something more important. She changed the subject and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No." Ling Qingxiao asked without blinking, "What would you like to eat?"
Since Ling Qingxiao didn't eat, Luo Han would rest assured to follow him. Luo Han sat down at the table and said casually, "Suddenly I want to eat Yang Zhi Li."
But a fruit, Ling Qingxiao nodded lightly and said, "Okay, I'll let them prepare."
The attendant ghost officer was stunned when he heard that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor was going to eat, and was stunned again when he heard the girl say a fruit that is only produced in the fairyland.
Their underworld is full of yin and evil spirits, there is no sunlight all year round, and no plants grow at all. Only the other side flowers that feed on resentment and blood can survive. In a hurry, where do they go to find Yang Zhili
Luo Han vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard someone say that the underworld is not alive and does not grow plants. Along the way, I didn't seem to have seen vegetation on both sides of the strait. Luo Han asked, "I heard that there are no plants in the underworld. Would it be inconvenient to eat poplar chili?"
"No." Ling Qingxiao responded calmly and glanced to the side very lightly, "The underworld is rich in resources, and they are naturally convenient."
The people on both sides silently swallowed what they were about to say, gritted their teeth to "be convenient". After a while, the people in the hall quietly retired, and quickly ran outside to transport Yangzhili.
Ling Qingxiao had long anticipated that Luo Han wanted to eat, and had the kitchen prepare it yesterday. Luo Han suddenly thought about eating Yang Zhi Li and caught everyone off guard. Besides, breakfast was ready. Delicate dishes were served, there are not many things that can be eaten in the underworld, but it is rare, the servants saw Luo Han's curious eyes, and quickly seized the opportunity to introduce Luo Han.
Luo Han has never been stingy with praise for beautiful things. She praised her frequently. The waiter was overwhelmed by the continuous praise and blurted out: "Fairy, these cakes are just unique in appearance. In fact, the real specialty of our underworld is the wine from the other side."
After the waiter finished speaking, he felt the Heavenly Emperor glance at him lightly. In an instant, the waiter woke up from the haunted state, screaming badly.
How could he forget that the Emperor of Heaven doesn't like drinking alcohol. When he reported the menu yesterday, His Majesty deliberately crossed the other side wine off the list. As a result, he got carried away and said it out.
The waiter couldn't wait to go back to the past to stop his mouth, but what he said could not be undone. When Luo Han heard the other side wine, he was immediately aroused and asked, "What kind of wine is this? Is it made from the other side flowers?"
The waiter secretly looked at the Emperor of Heaven, but the beautiful and cold His Majesty just sat at the desk and reached out to pour a glass of water for the woman beside him. The waiter was even more uneasy. Is His Majesty happy or unhappy
But he didn't dare not to answer Luo Han's words. The waiter used his best eyesight in his life, looking at Luo Han with one eye and secretly looking at His Majesty's face with the other, and said carefully, "Fairy Hui, It is brewed with Bigan flowers. The name of this wine is borrowed from Bigan, in fact, the taste is no different from ordinary wine.”
The waiters were full of desire to survive, and even began to slander their own specialties. However, Luo Han didn't care about the taste, and she didn't like to drink, so she only ordered wine to taste the local customs. Luo Han excitedly made a decision and said, "Okay, bring a pot and two sets of wine utensils."
The waiter was hesitant to speak, and kept peeking at Ling Qingxiao. Luo Han noticed the strangeness of the waiter and looked at Ling Qingxiao strangely. Ling Qingxiao smiled slightly and said to the waiter casually, "Go get it."
The waiter's eyes turned dark, and he felt that his stable official career was probably over.
Soon, the other side wine was delivered to the table. Luo Han looked at the wine jug in front of him curiously, the wine was bright red like blood, contained in the crystal clear jug, it was indescribably strange and beautiful. Luo Han poured a glass, sniffed at the end of his nose, and asked, "I heard that the other side flower represents hopeless love. Will the wine made from the other side flower have any effect? For example, the love in the previous life is complete, and the wine is sweet. , if it ends in tragedy, is it bitter?"
Ling Qingxiao frowned unconsciously when he heard these words, why did he hear a kind of prophecy? The waiter scratched his head and said, "This saying is widely spread in the mortal world, but no matter how magical the other side flower is, it is just a plant. How can you spy on the cycle of reincarnation and change the taste? There will be a little psychedelic effect. As for the other effects... Little haven't heard of it yet."
Well, Luo Han satisfied his curiosity, opened his lips and took a sip. Ling Qingxiao was a little nervous when she saw that she didn't move for a long time, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Han looked at Ling Qingxiao seriously: "I don't think this wine is right."
Ling Qingxiao's back suddenly became tense, and even her momentum changed: "What's wrong?"
Luo Han approached Ling Qingxiao with a wine glass and said, "You'll know if you taste it."
Ling Qingxiao didn't drink, and he was about to refuse when he suddenly realized that this was Luo Han's wine glass. Thanks to his good eyesight, he could see where Luo Han's lips were pursed just now.
Ling Qingxiao hesitated for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, Luo Han's wine glass had been handed to Ling Qingxiao's lips. Ling Qingxiao half pushed it, lowered her head and took a sip. After that, he carefully felt the taste of the wine and frowned secretly.
The taste is not different from what the waiter just said, slightly bitter, mellow, and slightly stamina. What exactly is wrong
Seeing his serious look, Luo Han couldn't help laughing: "Of course something is wrong. Do you think it's sweet?"
Ling Qingxiao was stunned for a moment before realizing what she was saying. Luo Han put down the wine glass and said seriously: "You do everything well, and your love should be complete, no matter in the past or this life."
This is the most pleasing explanation to the perfect life that Ling Qingxiao has ever heard. He accepted it easily, and gave Luo Han a smile: "It's natural. So will you."
At the end of this breakfast, the person who went to transport Yangzhili finally came back. Luo Han saw the bright red poplars on a delicate plate, properly placed in front of her, with fresh dew still condensing on the branches and leaves. Luo Han picked one up, looked back and forth, and sighed in distress: "Trouble, I don't want to peel."
When Ling Qingxiao heard the words, she reached out and took Yang Zhili from her hand. Luo Han was shocked when he saw his posture, stunned for a moment, and said, "I didn't mean that."
"I know." Ling Qingxiao's slender fingers stroked lightly, and the hard shell was melted, revealing the crystal clear flesh inside. Ling Qingxiao used spiritual power to remove the core and said, "The underworld is heavy with yin, and Yangzhili is hot in nature, so I don't eat much."
Ling Qingxiao handed the processed pulp to Luo Han's mouth, Luo Han looked at him in surprise, lowered his head tentatively, and bit the pulp. The waiter of the underworld stood aside, already stunned.
He pinched himself silently, is he blind, or is his memory wrong? Pain rushed to the brain, the waiter trembled, and the chaotic brain was finally smart.
He understood, but he didn't expect that the highest flower of the Six Realms, the Flower of Gaoling, would come down to earth with vigor and vigor.
Ling Qingxiao took the initiative to peel Luo Han's skin, saving some vague compensation psychology. The sugar man was once, and the drink was just once. Although Luo Han took the initiative, after all, he took advantage of others. Ling Qingxiao has practiced swords since he was a child, and is proficient at refining tools. Skinning is easier for him.
But after feeding one, Ling Qingxiao seemed to have turned on some switch and suddenly found fun. He peeled off Yang Zhili intact, carefully removed any imperfections in it, and handed it to Luo Han, watching her bite something off his fingertips with his own eyes.
Luo Han's lips were originally light red, but when he was eating, the corners of his lips stained with juice, and the color became an attractive bright red. Ling Qingxiao looked at her lips filled with water, and a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.
He clasped the back of Luo Han's head, covered the rosy patch, and tasted the juice from the corner of her lips. Maybe more than that, he can go deep and suck...
Ling Qingxiao suddenly came back to his senses, the smell even came to his mind, the smell of fresh oranges. Why does he have this association? Did the other side wine just make him hallucinate, or is this true
When Ling Qingxiao was stunned, she made a mistake in judging the distance between her fingers and moved forward a little. Luo Han didn't expect it, and bit his fingertips in one bite. Luo Han quickly let go and apologized: "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention. Does the bite hurt?"
Ling Qingxiao withdrew her hand, her thumb rubbing the tooth marks on it completely unconsciously. After he had done all this, his mind seemed to return to work. Ling Qingxiao was very embarrassed and said, "It's okay."
Ling Qingxiao said "it's okay", but Luo Han quickly pulled his hand over. Ling Qingxiao wanted to hide, but didn't, she said helplessly, "It's really okay."
At this time, he was a little regretful. The dragons had thick skin and thick flesh, and no sharp objects could leave traces on the skin. This used to be the protection Ling Qingxiao was proud of, but now, he blamed the dragon's skin for recovering too quickly, leaving no teeth marks.
The impression of Ling Qingxiao being reliable is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Luo Han only felt that he had misunderstood and bit Ling Qingxiao's finger. Holding these beautiful hands, she blamed herself very much: "Fortunately, there are no scars left, otherwise I don't know how to make amends."
When Ling Qingxiao heard this, her brows moved and she asked, "What is the law of amends?"
Luo Han looked up at him and said, "How about you bite back?"
Ling Qingxiao deserves to be a person who has been the Emperor of Heaven for more than 4,000 years. In this environment, he is still calm and calm. Luo Han held back his laughter, stretched out his wrist and shook it, and said, "I mean the wrist. Do you want to bite it back?"
Ling Qingxiao didn't realize that she was playing tricks on her, that she had lived in vain for so many years, he gave Luo Han a cold and majestic look, and said, "Keep it for now."
Reckon together later.
After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, she got up and left without waiting for her. Luo Han didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear that he would annoy this man again. She quickly caught up with him, skillfully held the "wounded" hand he had just now, and said, "It's my fault, I didn't notice. Such a beautiful hand can't have scars, and I will take good care of it. We will take good care of it. Now look for that rock?"
Ling Qingxiao gave a light hum, even if she agreed. The palm is Luo Han's slender palm, Ling Qingxiao silently clenched her hand, but she was arranging a longer-term plan in her heart.
It was Luo Han who said he was going to bite it back. The Emperor of Heaven never said empty words and said that he would make arrangements in the future, so it must be arranged properly.