IX Cultivation

It's been a few months, and to the gods, not a single day has passed. How could such a big change be possible?

Immortal Luofu always thinks of the Heavenly Emperor sneaking from the foot of Jinding Mountain in the west, Dragon Lord who has been possessed by demons in the South China Sea, and the abnormal behavior of Huangyu, everything is really weird!

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Wan Ling hadn't seen the Immortal Luofu for a long time, and thought that the other party had something to say, otherwise, with Luofu's exaggerated emotional expression, he would have jumped at him and teased him and Lord Long, but the Immortal Luofu just frowned and said nothing After a long time, he said: "Wan Ling, you seem to have changed a little..."

The man knew that Luofu Immortal was not talking about the big ugly scar that was permanently left on his face, so he chuckled and said, "Where did it change?"

Immortal Luofu pointed to the man's slightly curved mouth and said, "What do you think?"

Immortal Wan Ling said lightly: "Isn't it possible?"

"Of course...it's just..." Immortal Luofu cast a glance at Lord Long, who was stopped by other immortals with wretched smiles not far away, and said, "You and Lord Long..."

"It's just like what you saw." Wanling Immortal may not know it himself. When he talked about the Dragon Lord, his eyes seemed to be smiling. Light, as if the empty soul had been filled, began to exude a little humanity, "He's fine."

"But something is wrong, Wan Ling, you..."

Before Luo Fu finished speaking, Lord Long over there seemed to sense something, and looked at him with a pair of deep blue eyes. There was a flash of light at the bottom of the eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Lord Long Teleported to the back of Wanling Immortal, one hand was full of possessiveness around the man's waist, and his voice was particularly charming:

"What are you talking about me? Immortal Luofu don't speak ill of me in front of Immortal Wanling..."

Long Jun held a quiet baby in his arms. The baby's eyes were light gray, and it had soft silver-white hair. It lay on Long Jun's shoulder. Short hands want a man to hug.

"Lingshi really doesn't like you..."

Immortal Luofu looked at the man's eyebrows and eyes, and hugged the spirit stone that Long Jun was holding into his arms. The movements were familiar as if he had done it many times, and then he said intimate words. The handsome young man beside him was very happy He listened calmly, without refuting anything, and there was nothing awkward about the way he looked at Lingshi.

Long Jun is like a perfect lover. Even when facing a spirit stone that had improper contact with a man in his previous life, he said flatly, "This spirit stone is like remembering immortals when reincarnated. Of course, I like immortals more. How could that be?" like me."

Immortal Luofu immediately realized that he couldn't get in between the two of them. Wan Ling and Long Jun hugged the Lingshi again, and they were more like a family than a real family.

After Wan Ling and Long Jun said a few more words, Immortal Luofu disappeared in a blink of an eye. Immortal Luofu always came and went in a hurry, and Wan Ling didn't care.

Wan Ling hugged the increasingly well-behaved spirit stone and completely separated the spirit stone from Ji Jue in the previous life. Apart from feeling that the spirit stone did not always cause him trouble, he also planned to use the spirit stone when the Emperor of Heaven did not give him the spirit stone in detail. Let Lingshi be the brother of Xiaolongdan.

Immortal Wan Ling didn't intend to tell anyone the news for the time being, but he wanted to see when the Dragon Lord would find out that a little dragon egg was about to come to them.

The two of them were easily immersed in their own world, and they basically didn't go out in the Palace of All Souls. Even if something major happened in the human world, Wan Ling was not interested. He and Lord Long had never done anything before. For things that are interesting, if there is nothing to do, just pretend to be indifferent, and let Long Jun try his best to tell him those strange jokes.

Maybe it's because it's in the heavens, or maybe it's because the spirit stones come out of Wanling's belly. This time, the spirit stones grow very fast, almost changing their appearance every day, but their intelligence can't keep up with the growth rate of their bodies. When he was about the same age as Outong, Lingshi didn't seem to understand what others said, and could only softly call him Daddy Wanling.

Wan Ling occasionally found that Long Jun was teaching Lingshi to call him 'father', but unfortunately Lingshi couldn't learn it anyway, and finally ran behind the man to hide as if he was frightened.

The dragon eggs in Wan Ling's stomach began to grow very quickly, and then slowed down when Wan Ling's stomach protruded slightly. At this time, the man's body also began to gain weight, and the familiar soreness on his legs hit him from time to time, and he screamed. Wan Ling was unwilling to walk, so Long Jun volunteered to walk around with the man on his back every day.

The Dragon Lord's shoulders are very broad and strong, and Wan Ling inexplicably likes this posture, not at all the embarrassment of a thousand-year-old old man being carried by a young Dragon God.

Mr. Long understands the man's mind more and more, just by looking at the unusually lingering tail. He carried the man on his back to the clouds near the Milky Way in one long night, and said love words that he would only say to men in his life. :

"Immortal, if only I could carry you on my back forever..."

Wan Ling's lively tail stopped suddenly, wrapped around Long Jun's waist, at the same time kissed Long Jun's earlobe, and gave his answer implicitly.

It's a pity that Lord Long hasn't found a little dragon egg on the man until now, and Wan Ling didn't say anything, he decided to give a reminder, otherwise Lord Long will be so happy by then, he will just smile at that paralyzed face It's not good if it breaks.

Thinking of that scene, Wan Ling laughed lightly, sniffing at the side of Long Jun's face, Long Jun asked what's wrong, the man just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Both of them enjoyed this moment very much. Long Jun didn't even hate Lingshi who still lives in Wanling Palace so much, although he still couldn't like it.

However, neither Wan Ling nor Long Jun thought that something terrible happened in the quiet and overly quiet Jiuchongtian tonight, let alone that the moment they pushed open the gate of Wan Ling Palace, what greeted them was not the lotus root that seemed to have something on their minds recently. Tong is not the reincarnation of Lingshi, but a figure standing in front of the statue...

The statue was so corroded that the face could not be seen clearly, but only the hand was still lifelike and slender, waiting for the kiss of submission.

The owner of the back was obsessively kissing the back of the Buddha statue's hand, and his messy hair was tied loosely behind him. After hearing the sound, he turned around and saw the two people who came back, with cold expressions on their exquisitely feminine faces, but their eyes When it was fixed on Wan Ling, it suddenly lit up.

Wan Ling saw the young man who should have died long ago, the half-demon born by the red fox, and Ji Xi, who was wearing a strange breath of death, walking towards him, every joint made a 'clicking' sound, and smiled sweetly:

"I'm back for you, Wan Ling."

133. Sorry...

When Ji Xi once again felt that the puppeteer who was always chattering in his ears like a disgusting fly making him do this and that was very annoying, Ji Xi stopped the puppet master with a simple look, and moved his hands With a little effort, he pinched the opponent's neck and left his body in another place.

That happened three days ago.

Ji Xi had no intention of recalling what happened three days ago, after all, he was not a complete Ji Xi three days ago.

His heart at that time was so hollow that the wind could pass through it at will without leaving a trace.

Ji Xi couldn't remember who he was, but he knew that he was dead. Standing by the lake and looking down at his messy body, he vaguely remembered a statue of a god hidden in the forest of death.

He doesn't even know who he is, but he knows that he wants that person...

He wants him.

Following the vague impression, Ji Xi came to the abandoned temple covered with moss and vines for a hundred years after the fire, and saw the statue inside.

The material used for the statue is very good, and one can imagine what kind of mind the people who built this temple had to please what kind of people.

The body of the statue was completely rotted and could not be seen, only the hand that seemed to be resting on someone's palm was miraculously intact, still slender and perfect.

Ji Xi stood in front of the statue without moving for a long time. At night, he was afraid that the statue would be frozen, so he pulled up the statue and took it away from this deserted place.

Later, he accidentally heard that dead creatures would go to ghosts to find their reincarnations. If he wanted to get his memory back, he should also go to ghosts to find them.

It was a space independent of the ground, where the will-o'-the-wisps were raised all the year round, and the sun was never seen.

When I went there, souls were fleeing there, and not far away, there was a huge three-headed giant dog confronting a monster holding five groups of dead cubs.

The monster looked like a boy, with red eyes and a cold smile, and behind the giant dog stood a man who looked like a ghost king. The man looked at the mess of ghosts in a state of desperation, and asked the three-headed dog to tear the culprit boy into pieces. Throw it into the oil pan and fry it over and over again!

But the young man didn't know what he said, which made the three giant dogs lose their fighting spirit and turned into a human form. The force of the attack was backlashed at the ghost king.

The young man transformed from the three-headed giant dog looked at his hands and feet that were no longer restrained, and the chain that disappeared from his neck, and looked at the ghost king who was prostrate on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, showing a deep expression. smile.

And the monster uttered wolf language leisurely, and summoned back five little souls that hadn't even opened their eyes.

The monster loved his child who had been resurrected from the dead very much, and the five lumps of dead flesh that had been lifeless suddenly came back to life, as if the scorched hair on the skin had returned to its original state, but