When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

In the blink of a millennium, the big and small monsters on Mount Zhaoyao changed hands several times, and in the end, none of them turned out to be the monsters Xian Xun knew at first.

At the age of [-] years, he is still an immature child in Xianjun and Tiantian, but in today's Zhaoyao Mountain...

"Old Ancestor, why are you still a child?"

A group of little monsters chattered around Xianxun, who was full of fairy energy and was like a spiritual spring because he had turned into a dragon, but the things he asked... That's all.

Fu Song watched it amusedly, and sat on the table and chair used to entertain guests with his chin propped up.

Zhaoyao Mountain changed hands a thousand years ago, but for the sake of the reputation of the outside world, I don't know what that Huang Jing said, so he took control of the entire Zhaoyao Mountain so logically.

"Ah Xun, let's go." Fu Song stood up, ignoring the little monster who was trembling and trembling like he was sifting chaff all the time.

Immediately, as if he had received a savior, Xian Xun rushed to Fu Song's side, let Fu Song hold his hand, and led him into the main hall where his father and Huang Jing jointly set up an enchantment thousands of years ago.

"Since Uncle Jing has already obtained this Zhaoyao Mountain, why didn't he break the barrier and take out the contents?" Xian Xun's tender voice resounded in the empty but extremely clean hall.

"He didn't dare." Fu Song said calmly, and let Xian Xun go forward to search, while he found a place to sit down, propped his chin and watched Xian Xun crawling up and down with his buttocks sticking out, " Your mother is the most beloved princess among the four seas, even though the Dragon King of the West Sea is dissatisfied with your father, he finally agreed to their marriage."

Back then, when Princess Xihai was about to give birth, she told the Dragon King of Xihai all the reasons. At that time, it was obviously impossible to beat the child. Therefore, Ao Zhen had to risk her life to give birth to the fairy Searching.

But after all, the Dragon King doted on this daughter. Xianxu's life in Zhaoyao Mountain was not easy at that time, but Xianxun could not stay on Fusang Island for a long time-the dragon spirit of Aozhen on the island was too domineering, even if he was with Xianxu No matter how close you are, after all, there is the natural coercion of race.

After that, Xianxu had no choice but to bring Xianxun back to Zhaoyao Mountain, but he didn't go to the Shenswood Forest to find himself, obviously wanting to make some changes on his own.

Naturally, the Dragon King of the West Sea couldn't bear to watch his only grandson suffer with his father, and he must have done a lot secretly, which is why Xianxu dominated Zhaoyao Mountain.

When Xianxun lived a good life, what the Dragon King did was almost enough. Later, Huang Jing took over Zhaoyao Mountain when Xianxu was in decline. What about the pile of treasures from Xihai left behind by Xu?

The anger of the Dragon King is definitely not something a mortal mountain monster can bear.

Xian Xun got the answer, so he didn't ask any more questions. The Qiankun bag in his pocket was enough to put the entire Zhaoyao Mountain in it. A pile of gold has been dropped.

Xian Xun looked at the pile of golden ingots reluctantly, glanced at Fu Song's face, and finally smiled, opened the universe bag, and put them all in.

... The real people go to the sky.

"Xianjun, Xianjun, Ah Xun is rich, and he can take Xianjun to the mortal world to have fun!" Ah Xun hovered over Fu Song's head, and he created a cloud by himself, and from time to time he showed a little girl next to Fu Song. Head or tail, the fat little body is fed by Fu Song like a little rich man.

"Mortal world...?" Fu Song was stunned for a moment. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the ancient Zhengyin Buddha who should pass away in less than a hundred years. Then he shook his head, smiled relievedly, and said, "Just wait for Ah Xun's next hundred years." On your birthday, I will allow you to play in the mortal world once."

"Thank you Xianjun!" Xian Xunle blushed, chattering anecdotes and anecdotes of the mortal world in Xian Xun's ear, Fu Song was more or less longing for the frolic of the mortal world.

The birthday banquet of the Dragon King of the West Sea is coming up in a blink of an eye. On this day, even the sky has become extraordinarily deserted.

The silk-weaving goddesses who shuttled among the clouds in the past were also busy helping the sisters in the sea to make some different tricks, and all the famous gods from all over the world were also invited.

Although the four dragon kings are in charge of the four seas, it doesn't sound like they are very powerful, but after all they are all dragons, and the weight they should have is indispensable.

The new emperor has been on the throne for more than a thousand years, so naturally he cannot do without the unstable Chongtian, getting this news made Fu Song feel a lot easier.

Every time he sees the Heavenly Emperor whose face is hidden behind the fall, the appearance of the elder Wuya and the ten thousand people of the Wu clan will appear in front of his eyes. How many times in his sleep he wants to rush directly to the Temple of Hongmeng and remove the Heavenly Emperor from the throne. Go straight up and kill...

But he can't.

Wu Song is powerful, but the source is also the silver lotus.

No matter what, Zhengyin Ancient Buddha refused to tell him where the flower went, and there is no one in the world that has ever heard of a silver dragon egg being born, or a silver dragon that has entered the world to make troubles... It was like escaping. without a trace.

Without the existence of the silver dragon, even if Fu Song exhausted Wu Song's power to kill Li Ye, but if there is no emperor in the sky, people's hearts will float for a day, and the more troubles that follow, the more troubles will happen. will be bigger.

When he was about to arrive at the Crystal Palace where Lord Long of the West Sea was, Fu Song suddenly thought of something that he had never cared about, but now he had to say.

"Ah Xun, if Lord Long and other gods ask about your father, remember not to call him father."

Xian Xun was at a loss, not understanding why Fu Song said that.

Fu Song looked around to see if there was no one around, took Xian Xun to a rather secluded place, and said, "You are young, and you just came back from the Western Paradise, so you don't know anything about the heaven and earth."

"In these four seas and eight wildernesses, only the lineage of the Heavenly Emperor, and the gods who have already sealed the throne, can be regarded as the king of the father."

"Ah." Xian Xun was a little sad, "but Father... Father is just a snake."

"Ah Xun's father is the most handsome white snake." Fu Song touched Xian Xun's tender face, motioned him to reveal the horns, then took out a gossip mirror, and said, "Ah Xun, look at that side."

Over there is a little blue-black dragon. Teng Yun's skills are probably not yet proficient at the moment, and he always falls to the ground crookedly. That cloud is stained with the mud of the bottom of the sea, and it looks like silt.

"Like a loach that can't fly." Xian Xun nodded deeply, affirming.

Fu Song blinked his eyes, originally wanted to comfort Xian Xun by saying that his ability was already considered very good compared to these pampered little dragon lords, but he did not expect this child...

"Look at yourself again." Fu Song shook the gossip mirror in his hand, and suddenly a small white dragon appeared in the mirror, with two purple dragon horns on his forehead that were immature, and his bright purple eyes reflected the deep blue West Sea. Like glowing.

"Ah Xun is so beautiful, it's because of your father and mother." Fu Song handed the gossip mirror to Xian Xun with a smile on his face. Seeing him put away like a treasure, he stood up and said, "Ah Xun Remember?"

"Remember!" Xian Xun nodded solemnly, turned the corners of his eyes to the side because he fell off the cloud, rolled into a loach and was crying loudly, surrounded by a group of maidservant little green dragons, with their heads raised high, Even more airy.

After all, Ah Xun is a child at heart, and after a while he cheerfully changed into the most comfortable original shape again, with his two front paws resting on Fu Song's shoulders, his amethyst-like eyes looking around, and the surroundings are even more alluring coral reef.

"Ah Xun, Lord Dragon is here." Fu Song patted Xian Xun's head lightly, trying to get him ready, but suddenly there were several voices beside him.

Over there, Xihai Longjun seemed to have bumped into another dragon energy, so he changed his way and returned to the Crystal Palace. Seeing that Xianxun's neck was about to turn into a giraffe, Fu Song sighed helplessly and pinched down an invisibility formula. I still walked to the side road where not many people went.

Over there, under a sea tree, there was a young man in white sitting upright. His back view seemed to break the hearts of a lot of heavenly girls.

It’s just that the young man in white is playing with a white jade teacup at the moment. The teacup looks familiar. Before Fu Song can take a closer look, he sees the pretty-faced little fairy in a lotus-colored gauze dress opposite the young man in white, crying. Kneel down.

Fu Song twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Xian Xun's brighter eyes, helplessly helped his forehead, but still led Xian Xun out.

"Xianjun, Ah Xun still wants to see it." Xian Xun looked unsatisfied, with his little tail dangling back and forth, and he turned his head back vigorously, "The sister just now is so beautiful, Ah Xun lives in Xitian For a long time, I have never seen such a beautiful sister."

"... Xitian has a sister?" Fu Song tapped Xianxun's head lightly, seeing him shrink back, he said: "Xiantian is a sacred place of Buddhism, so don't speak nonsense."

Xian Xun stuck out his tongue and suddenly called out: "Grandpa Longjun!"

With a light touch of Fu Song's shoulders, Xian Xun had indeed turned into a human form, and jumped on the visitor.

Isn't it just the old dragon king who has gone and returned.

Long Jun is tall and tall, a little taller than Fu Song, probably because all the dragon people are tall.

When Xianxun was held in Long Jun's arms, he wanted to pull his beard.

During the 500 years of Ao Qing's [-] years in the Four Truths in the West, his relationship with Xian Xun has become much closer.

Fu Song breathed a sigh of relief, originally he was worried that the child Xianxun would admit his birth, so it saved a lot of trouble.

Older people generally like innocent children.

Xianxun was immature and young, although he had listened to the scriptures for a hundred years under the seat of the ancient Zhengyin Buddha, and his aura was full of Buddha's aura, but he was still pure in the end.

"Ah Xun, don't be rude." Fu Song carried Xian Xun, who was lying in Long Jun's arms, to the ground with crooked eyebrows, then looked at Long Jun and said, "There are still many distinguished guests to receive at the banquet, and Long Jun is waiting. Go get busy first, Fu Song will take Xian Xun for a stroll in the sea."

Ao Qing smiled and nodded, looking at the children who turned into prototypes and rolled in the water, they really couldn't hide their love, "Ah Xun looks more like his mother."

Fu Song smiled and said nothing, watched the Dragon Lord pick up the Dragon Lord from Donghai and returned to the Crystal Palace again, and then pulled Xiao Xianxun who was pretending to be jubilant.

Now that the birthdays of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas are gathered together, and it is a rare birthday in a thousand years, the four Dragon Lords are all present.

Fu Song was led by Xiao Hai to lead him to his own seat, but Fu Song and Long Jun knew in their hearts that this position was due to their past friendship and his relationship with Xianxun.

Xianxun also got a small desk, which is right next to Fusong, but it looks so strange, such a seat allocation.

Dragon Prince Heir has always been very difficult, so there are not many juniors, plus the nature of dragons is promiscuous, and sometimes the nature is over the top, and they will find a banshee who is in heat/estrus/period outside to solve it, too. Therefore, at the banquet, apart from the Prince of the World, only Xian Xun was left for the juniors.

Xian Xun didn't know that he had already become the object of attention, and only cared about eating sea mussels.

Seeing that it was difficult for him to eat with his meaty claws, Fu Song stretched out his hand to peel some for him, and immediately moved Xian Xun to tears.

There was a sudden change in the vocal music during the banquet, Fu Song raised his eyes slightly, and saw a little dragon girl in a lavender gauze skirt, surrounded by many immortals, slowly floating in with her cloud sleeves.

Just looking at that face, it looks familiar no matter what.

"Xianjun, isn't this a celestial elder sister who is indiscriminate with a white-clothed fairy in the trail?" Little Bailong looked up while he was busy eating, and it happened that the dragon girl had already been thrown to Fusong with the fragrant wind. Here, Xian Xun, who saw his face clearly, immediately screamed.

Seeing that the dragon girl seemed to be tripped, Fu Song poked his eyes on Xian Xun's body and gave him a hard look, but when he turned to Fu Song, he turned into a smile like a flower look.

Xianxun, who forgot his mind in Xizhu Palace, stuffed another piece of fresh and tender shrimp into his mouth, and said with emotion: "Sister Tiannu doesn't want to learn how to change faces in the mortal world, it's really a shame."

Fu Song seemed to see the celestial girl staggering and almost fell down.

There was a chuckle in his ear, Fu Song looked up, but happened to see the young man in white on the opposite seat, second only to the four Dragon Lords.

It's Zhuye.

Fu Song suddenly sounded, Zhulong is an ancient dragon clan, he can already be regarded as the ancestor of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, the birthday gift of the younger generation is naturally to hand over a letter of worship to Zhulong.

It's just that Zhulong's stature is huge now, and he will easily harm the surrounding mountains for thousands of miles, so he doesn't easily go out.

"My dear Ah Xun, can't the table full of food stop your mouth?" Zhu Ye still held a white jade wine glass in his hand, and put it away after playing with it for a while.

When Ah Xun saw who it was, he was choked to death and the sun and the moon were dark. He threw down the big fat shrimp in his claws and hid behind Fu Song.

Fu Song patted Ah Xun's back lightly, tore him off, and after putting him on the seat, he said, "Don't blame the fairy, my family Ah Xun was pitiful when he was young, but now he is a little timid."

Ah Xun, who felt that he was not pitiful at all when he was young, began to grind his teeth by the hand of his own fairy.Try to sharpen a pair of good teeth as soon as possible to help my fairy bite bad guys.

Zhu Ye chuckled lightly, put the white jade cup on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly a couple of times, and stopped talking.

The banquet lasts for a long time, and it is common for the gods deep in the bottom of the sea to stay awake for a hundred years, but just after the palace banquet in the sky, and the birthday banquet in the bottom of the sea, they are more or less cultivated. It's too much.

Fu Song looked over and saw that the unknown little dragon who was still making noise outside the hall just now had already started crying while hiding on the body of the accompanying maid, surrounded by loud noises, but covered his crying.

"Xianjun, Ah Xun is cute and cute, right?" Xian Xun propped his head on the Zhuo pendulum, looked over with Fu Song's eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of pride.

"Yes, Ah Xun is very good." Fu Song patted Xian Xun's head with a smile, looked at the four Dragon Lords who were already slightly drunk at the banquet, thinking that the banquet was probably coming to an end soon.

Sure enough, after a few walks, several Dragon Lords gathered together and announced that they were too drunk and wanted to leave first.

Ah Xun was taken by West Sea Dragon Lord, and walked behind the scenes with the other three Dragon Lords. The crying Little Dragon Lord was also followed by a blue-clothed maid, but he went in and came out after a while. It is not allowed to enter.

Fu Song pursed his lips and smiled, Xianxu only had such an only son in this world, and he asked him to take care of him that day, one was afraid that Ah Xun would not live to be a hundred years old, and the other was that Sanhai Longjun was jealous of Ah Xun's mother, and there was nothing he could do about it He would secretly kill him, so he entrusted Xianxun to himself in desperation.

Seeing that Xihai Longjun regards Ah Xun so highly, and the three Longlords are mostly protective of him in words, Xian Xuquan should be relieved to know about it.

During the banquet, many gods and gods had already left their seats one after another. Fu Song looked shyly and timidly at the not far away, and felt a little overwhelmed by some dragon girls and goddesses whose handkerchiefs were about to be twisted into hemp ropes.

Thousands of years ago when he was still Wu Song, because of his status, although he had received a lot of flower hairpin jewelry, but not many dared to step forward to block them. , but provoked so many peach blossom debts in vain...

Fu Song twirled the wine glass in his hand, thinking how to avoid these courtesans who were already in love, when he suddenly smelled a cold fragrance at the tip of his nose.

"Ah Song, how about leaving together?" Zhu Ye smiled, slightly arched his body, propped his left arm on the desk, and stroked a strand of hair falling from his ear temple with his right hand.

I heard Gong'e outside the palace gate exclaiming in a low voice, or covering her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief to pretend to be reserved, probably because she realized...the ambiguity between today and this Zhuye God should be passed on in another day. All over the world.

This is really...

"Xianjun Xianjun...xian..." Xianxun held the Qiankun bag that Fusong gave him in his hand, and a dark blue pocket in his left hand. He happily pushed the curtain all the way and wanted to rush towards Fusong. But on the way, he saw God Zhu Ye who was face to face with his own fairy in an extremely ambiguous posture...

Immediately, he was so scared that his Qiankun bag fell all over the floor.

The author has something to say: I obviously want to write about a loyal dog with facial paralysis, but Aye, why don’t you listen to me QAQ

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Thank you again Xia Xia for the mine QAQ grateful QAQ

恋夏乄扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2015-10-0522:36:40

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I'm going back to school tomorrow, and it's raining with my aunt. I feel sour, and it's beyond words.