Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Xie Yi always follows Nan Jing, but not all the time.

Nan Jing probably calculated that every time he stayed for more than a month, Xie Yi would leave for a while, probably to deal with some matters, and would come back after more than half a month.

Xie Yi stayed next to Nan Jing, and he wouldn't do nothing, because Nan Jing only knew that Xie Yi would sit aside and read some books when he was washing and falling asleep due to the limitation of his body's range of motion.

Sometimes in winter, Nan Jing tossed and turned in the cold in the dilapidated rental house, Xie Yi would cover Nan Jing with his black robe, Nan Jing thought, no wonder he always felt that the rental house was hot and cold in winter .

Nan Jing worked in a dessert shop for a while. It was a dessert shop with a large window glass. Nan Jing was already at that time, and his life was a little better. He was able to rent a good rental house, and he would buy it for himself in winter. electric heater.

The work in the dessert shop is not very tiring. At that time, Nan Jing jumped to nearly 1.8 meters. The young man was wearing the uniform of a white shirt and black trousers in the dessert shop, and a plaid apron with warm coffee, and he was serious about milking puffs. Oily, that face gradually opened, delicate eyebrows first appeared, the white face was often expressionless, and those translucent eyes reflected the warm light but looked extraordinarily warm.

Just this face can attract many people to the dessert shop.

There are many universities nearby, and some people always come to Nanjing to make jokes and ask for contact information. There are both men and women. Nanjing doesn’t know much about this, so he always explains very seriously that his mobile phone is very old-fashioned and does not have WeChat. , and made all the young men and women like him even more.

The store manager also takes good care of Nan Jing, and will let Nan Jing enter the back kitchen to learn to make some pastries and desserts. Nan Jing is also talented in this area, and he learns very quickly, making beautiful and delicious pastries. The store manager He was so satisfied that he almost wanted to accept him as an apprentice, and the salary for Nan Jing continued to rise.

Because this memory is relatively relaxed and pleasant, Nam Kyung's memory is also relatively clear.

In the winter of this year, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, it snowed in the sky.

Nan Jing is an abandoned child who doesn’t know his own birthday at all, but when he was a child, Nan Jing saw other children having birthday cakes, so he wanted to celebrate his birthday too. It was winter at that time and the old man was probably poor, so he pointed to the sky and said wait I'll celebrate your birthday when the first snow falls.

Nan Jing waited eagerly, but it turned out that there was no snow in the south that winter, and Nan Jing couldn't wait until the weather was hot, so he cried so anxiously that the old man bought him a small cake that night. The leather train brought the south mirror to the north.

When they got out of the car, they saw a lot of snow. The old man quickly took Nan Jing to eat cream cake and mutton soup, saying that it was his birthday, and he couldn't cry when he was a year old.

It was snowing that day, so Nan Jing decided to have a good meal. He picked up a shared bicycle and rode it around the road he used to go to work. There were many food shops on the road that Nan Jing had never entered.

The first shop that Nanjing chose was a roasted chicken, which Nanjing and the old man love to eat. A roasted chicken costs more than 50 yuan. Nanjing only buys it during the festival. After buying the roasted chicken After that, Nan Jing went to a shop selling crispy meat pies, and this shop also sold some sugar water.

Smelling the smell of milk in the room, Nan Jing couldn't help but bought a bowl of Shuangpi Nai, opened the roast chicken, and sat down to eat a spoonful of Shuangpi Nai.

The current Nan Jing thought that he was celebrating his birthday alone, but when he returned to this memory at the age of 20, Nan Jing could see Xie Yi sitting opposite him.

Xie Yi was sitting on the seat opposite. He was tall and looked a bit cramped sitting there, but Xie Yi didn't care. He just propped his forehead and looked at Nan Jing's... Shuangpi Nai.

Nanjing: ...

When going back at night, Nan Jing came out after washing, took out the diary without realizing it, and wrote down Yu Anyan's name, Nan Jing found the person who belonged to the bell through the ringing of the bell, and this person was filming nearby Genius director Yu Anyan, but let alone getting close, it is very difficult to even get close.

But for Nan Jing, this matter is like every survival problem he encountered before. It is a matter that can be solved. The only thing that cannot be solved in the world is the matter of life and death.

When going to bed tonight, Nan Jing still wore a sweater and wrapped the quilt tightly in order to prevent the cold. Today’s rental house is cold and has not yet warmed up. Nan Jing thought vaguely, but this idea has not yet formed, and a warm Meaning comes from the outside.

Nan Jing heard a soft magnetic voice next to his ear: "Happy birthday, little Nan Jing."

Nan Jing didn't hear this blessing, turned over, and fell asleep in the heated rental house, unaware that there was a person who had a fairy burning a lamp all night in this narrow rental house that day. fire.

This memory ends here. Nan Jing probably knows where his next deep memory is, which should be in Shanlong Village. It is actually the first time that Nan Jing faced the fear that death would really befall him.

On the verdant peak of Shanlong Mountain, Nan Jing crawled out of the coffin in a tattered red wedding dress, gritted his teeth, the bell rang wildly, and Meng Po, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, crawled out of Yu Anyan's body who didn't know anything about it. Finally, a familiar yet unfamiliar person walked out of the picture scroll of Emperor Fengdu that Nan Jing had put into his backpack.

In reality, Nan Jing's eyes were covered with blood, and his body collapsed on the gray-white steps.

However, the 20-year-old Nan Jing saw two figures in the void arguing through his own eyes——

Mingli Zhenjun was so angry that he almost jumped his feet: "Xie Yi!!! You can only give Nanjing a little help as a fairy body invisible to everyone. If you show up in such a **** way, you will be backlashed of!"

Xie Yi held a gold-encrusted jade sword in his left hand, and moved his right hand at will, manipulating "Xie Yi" who ran out of the picture scroll, and repelled Granny Meng who was about to go crazy with one sword.

"It's okay," Xie Yi coughed lightly, and said casually, "Since I've been watching him for so long, I have to help him."

Zhenjun Numerology sighed heavily: "Hey! Xie Yi, you are like this, you are like this, you are almost unable to suppress the resentment, the Lingzhu has now given birth to emotions, even if the Lingzhu is dead now, it does not prevent him from looking for it. Save your own body."

Xie Yi lowered his eyes, noncommittal.

The humid cold wind with the scent of grass and trees on Shanlong Mountain blows over Nan Jing's body. At that time, Nan Jing, who was going through all this, was wearing a tattered red wedding dress, with her white and straight legs curled up, and unconsciously looked at the painting from the picture scroll. The Emperor Fengdu who ran out thought to himself that there really are ghosts and gods in this world.

Nan Jing, who had re-entered this experience, also raised his head, his slightly sharp and transparent pupils were looking straight at the void, he always thought he was alone, it turned out that long ago, there was a person who was the same as everyone else. Invisible ghosts and gods accompany him...

Xie Yi...

But Xie Yi appeared less and less after that, and when Nan Jing went to bomb the Bai family, Xie Yi never appeared again.

Treasure Guhai, Golden Terrace.

Zhenjun Numerology ran up to the half-empty golden platform, and there was a figure sitting quietly on the highest golden platform. Xie Yi didn't look back, and said softly, "You're here."

Recently, the aura has been revived, and the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the Baogu Sea, which are used as a transfer of aura and resentment, began to fall again, and the light-emitting osmanthus petals fell on Xie Yi's shoulder hair. In front of Xie Yi was a golden jade handle. The sword, that is the sword made of the book of life and death inlaid with gold and jade. It is full of hostility and murderous aura, and it is impossible for ordinary gods to pick it up.

Zhenjun Mingli paused while he was holding the hem of his robe, he trembled, and suddenly remembered the first time he saw Xie Yi, when the former Heavenly Emperor and Ghost Emperor were still there.

The former ghost emperor was a Taoist who killed the Tao. Because he wanted to save the common people, this Taoist voluntarily suppressed his grievances, so he was canonized as a ghost emperor.

However, the former ghost emperor also had troubles, that is, he could not find a successor. Because the ghost emperor needed to suppress grievances, he had to have a very strong cultivation base first, otherwise he couldn't even hold a gold-encrusted jade sword, so there was no way to suppress grievances.

Secondly, ghost emperors usually die early, tortured and eroded by resentment, and die in an extremely miserable state, and even lose their souls, so many gods simply don't have the courage to sit in this position.

At that time, the former ghost emperor would be greedy when he saw a good seedling, wondering if he could be his successor.

As a result, when the former ghost emperor really chose his successor, he didn't tell anyone. He didn't choose any one of the ghosts and gods as his successor, but chose the ghost dragon fetus left by the extinct dragons. The former ghost emperor raised the ghost dragon fetus for decades before taking him out to meet some gods.

This ghost dragon fetus is Xie Yi.

Before meeting Xie Yi, the true fortune teller had heard a lot of rumors about Xie Yi, saying that the former ghost emperor chose an extremely handsome young man as his successor, with a face so pretty that walking in the heavens would make the phoenix tree shake , and his swordsmanship is excellent, although his personality is a little cold but quite well-behaved.

"Ah, ah, who can bear this, this kind of fairy young man is so attractive." The fairy official of the Brocade Palace described it like the Zhenjun of Fortune.

The former ghost emperor was also very proud of himself as his successor, and even specially brought Xie Yi to find the real king of fortunetelling for orders.

At that time, the relationship between heaven and earth was not so tense, and there were many gods who had good friends with the former ghost emperor.

On the day Xie Yi went to the Heaven Realm, many gods ran to the Hall of Fortunetelling out of curiosity. Its own face powder bottle, the light smell of face powder fills every fairy's nose.

In the panic, a sword light shot straight into the sky, and the gods hurriedly straightened their clothes, pretending to pass by inadvertently, and glanced at the front of the hall.

Under the push of the two little boys, Zhenjun Mingli coughed twice and stood in front of the palace gate.

The sword energy, which was so sharp that it almost cut people, exploded the moment it landed in front of the Hall of Fortune, carrying a stream of... huh?When the moist and fresh sweet-scented osmanthus scent completely fell in front of the hall, the snow-white sword energy soared to the sky, and the strong evil spirit could hardly be contained.

Zhenjun Mingli was directly forced to take two steps back, and raised his big sleeve to cover his face to prevent his old face from being cut.

He even heard the exclamation of the group of peeking gods who were stunned by the sword energy.

Huo, this sword energy is really amazing.

As soon as the sword energy dissipated, Zhenjun put down his sleeves and looked forward. The young man was dressed in tight black clothes with the color of icy dragon scales, and behind his shoulders was a rolled money cloak with red corners turned out. On the young man's head His black hair was firmly bound by the golden crown, but a strand of hair fell from his forehead.

Under the rosy rays of the sky, golden light and white sword energy haloed on the eyes of the young man who looked at him. Those long and narrow black pupils had an inhuman luster, but the expression of the young man was indifferent and restrained. The action of putting the sword away and fastening it around his waist was also crisp and neat.

As soon as the golden soft sword wrapped around the young man's body, the overflowing sword energy immediately gathered. The young man took a step forward, and under the watchful eyes of these old and uncultivated gods, he bowed his hands in a respectful manner, neither proud nor arrogant. Without bowing down, the golden soft sword at the waist rubbed against the black scaly clothes, making a light metal collision sound.

The young man Qingyue's indifferent and orderly voice came: "Young Emperor Fengdu, Baoguhai Xie Yi, come to learn about numerology."

So brilliant, so brilliant.

True Monarch Numerology glanced, just in time to see the fairy official from the Brocade Palace peeking at her, she was so fascinated by it for a while, she stumbled on her left foot and right foot and fell down, she managed to stabilize her figure and was still looking this way .

Coughing twice, Zhenjun Numerology said with a smile: "Come in, I'll give you the astrolabe."

After entering the hall, Xie Yi waited for the two boys to leave, and then softly apologized to Zhenjun Mingli: "The sword energy was confiscated just now, sorry for cutting your robe."

At that time, Xie Yi was the young emperor of Fengdu whom everyone hoped for, and the entire heaven and earth were cheering for Xie Yi's appearance, because the suppression of resentment in the earth was finally followed by someone.

If the former ghost emperor hadn't been tortured out of control by resentment, and was killed by some extreme gods in the heavens so that he couldn't even find a trace of his soul, maybe the subsequent war between heaven and earth would not have happened so tragically.

Zhenjun Numerology shifted his eyes to Xie Yi now.

The current Xie Yi is still... suppressing the grievances, Xie Yi's immortal power has become very small through repeated wear and tear, and now Xie Yi is using his own dragon body to suppress the grievances...

"Xie Yi, are you now..." Zhenjun's voice was trembling, and he didn't dare to say the next words. Although the ghost dragon is strong, if even his body is corroded by resentment, Zhenjun of Fortune doesn't know how Xie Yi can do it. Can't live.

Xie Yi said slowly: "It can last for a while, don't worry."

Zhenjun Mingli's chest heaved up and down, he wanted to comfort Xie Yi, but he couldn't say anything, his lower lip trembled, Zhenjun Mingli still talked about the business: "You send someone to me and say you want to go Human world?"

"Well," Xie Yi said calmly, "I will travel south to Baoguhai with my cultivated physical body. I may need to trouble the Master of Fortune to adjust my natal chart so that I can use my physical body for a short time."

This is very dangerous and you will lose your already few immortal powers. Zhenjun Mingli originally wanted to say this, but when he saw Xie Yi's back, Zhenjun swallowed this sentence again. He asked Xie Yi: "Thank you!" Yi, you, you are willing to suppress grievances for the sake of heaven and earth for a hundred years, but you have been misunderstood. No one will treat you kindly when you go to the human world..."

Xie Yi interrupted softly: "The merits and demerits of the people will be judged by later generations. This is the truth that the emperors of the world have understood a long time ago."

Zhenjun Mingli gritted his teeth, stroked his beard, and finally made up his mind: "That's fine, you go, I'll adjust it for you!"

Xie Yi paused, turned around and arched his hands neatly. The slightly damp wind with the scent of osmanthus blew past Xie Yi's eyebrows and eyes. He smiled slightly and said calmly: "Yi, thank you for your success."

The sweet-scented osmanthus trees in Baoguhai have not changed much for thousands of years. After the World War, the humans in Baoguhai also suffered disasters. Except for those who have successfully cultivated the Tao, there are fewer and fewer human beings. Xie Yi is the leader of the Lord of the Three Realms Famous, killing and purge, thunderous means, after the situation stabilized, they suppressed their grievances at the Golden Terrace, and never stepped out of the Golden Terrace.

In addition to walking beside Nan Jing with a fairy body, of course, he made an exception and helped Nan Jing with a gun.

Now, Xie Yi wants to use his cultivated physical body to truly step out of Baoguhai to the human world. He has been watching Nanjing for many years, but at this last moment, Xie Yi really wants to see with his own eyes what he has been watching. Nam Kyung, what does it look like, or what would he say to him.

Call him a liar?Or watch him warily and tell him to fuck off.

It's interesting.

In the small building of the South Third District Office, the night Xie Yi crossed Baoguhai, there was a downpour of rain. It can't be regarded as Xie Yi's bad luck. The physical body, the heaven and the earth are still aware of the abnormality.

The rain dripped onto Xie Yi's body. Standing in front of this strange yet familiar small building, he rang the doorbell somewhat unfamiliarly.

The heavy rain was pouring down, Xie Yi heard some nervous but quick footsteps inside, the door was slammed open, and Nan Jing's rapid breathing was entangled with Xie Yi's slight breathing.

Xie Yi saw Nan Jing's familiar white and handsome face showing a vigilant look, the pupils in those clear eyes shrank, Nan Jing's thin red lips pursed, and a hoarse voice spoke to Xie Yi. Immortal Physique heard much more clearly in his ears than before: "Excuse me... who are you looking for?"

It turned out that Nan Jing's breathing was also warm, and his heartbeat was so much faster than mine.

Xie Yi let the dripping water drip from his temples and neck, he couldn't feel the rain falling, but just quietly thought, so this is... Nan Jing.