The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

When Yu Yihan first arrived in the underworld, he took a number plate and waited for reincarnation.As a result, he waited for 200 years, and there was nothing wrong with him, so he followed the trend to practice ghost cultivation.

Perhaps the talent is amazing, he quickly cultivated to the Soul Condensation Realm, even if he wants to reincarnate, he will not be able to go there.

Some ghost soldiers advised him, why don't you come to the underworld exam, the salary is quite a lot.

Yu Yihan thought about it, and he took the exam, so he won't lose a piece of meat.So he performed super-level as soon as he entered the arena, successfully passed the exam, and entered the Yan Luodian as a document.

Clerical work is a good job. Because there are many ghost cultivators on rotation, Yu Yihan only has to work for 100 years out of [-] years, which can be said to be very leisurely.

So Yu Yihan, who had nothing to do, became addicted to drinking again, and often got drunk for ten years.The ghost soldiers have picked him up in various places in the underworld.

And the most recent time when he was drunk, Yu Yihan fell into the River of Forgetfulness with a plop, and swam all the way to the Demon Realm unconsciously.

He lived alone as a bone, had no drink, and had a lot of fun.Due to the long shift, I am afraid that other ghosts will not know that he is missing.

What an annoyance.

When Yu Yihan was thinking this way, Xiao Heng appeared.

Finally, a person who can communicate with him came, and Yu Yihan quickly designated Xiao Heng as one of his own, although he didn't seem to like it.

Xiao Heng, who is now in a daze, has finally found his longing brother, but he asked Yu Yihan such a question.

Yu Yihan suddenly had a subtle feeling of "Oh, it's terrible, teaching a bad child will make people scold at home".Although this idea would not have taken shape if Xiao Heng hadn't acquiesced.

But Yu Yihan... didn't dare to say that.

Although separated by the bead curtain, Yu Yihan, who was already very familiar with Xiao Heng's gaze, already felt a little cold on his back.But Haolai Yuyihan has been studying for so many years, no matter whether ghosts or humans have lived for so long, they can still speak.

"This senior brother asked a good question." Yu Yihan cupped his hands, "I am also in a hurry to find someone. According to the few words of the Dragon Lord earlier, I only know that he is a "beautiful young man with no one-in-a-kind character and appearance in the world of demons". So I posted a post looking for people everywhere."

Yu Yihan turned his head and looked down at Mu Shangrong again.

"If you look at it like this, we will send it back immediately, and we will never dare to do anything more."

The implication is that "the child hasn't really learned how to be bad, so please take care of it."After Yu Yihan finished speaking, Song Ningqing's voice came from behind the bead curtain for a while.

"So, Senior Yu Yihan is really working hard. When I return to the world, you..."

"I'm going back to my underworld, although they don't know if they have noticed my absence during this period of time!"

Yu Yihan laughed and heard Xiao Heng shout angrily.

"Why are you talking about going back again? You are right here! Don't go back!"

Behind the bead curtain came the sound of the curtain moving slightly, and the sound of pearls and jade colliding. After a while, Yu Yihan heard Song Ningqing's voice transmission.

"Xiaoheng lost his memory... does senior know the reason?"

Yu Yihan nodded slightly, and said to Song Ningqing through voice transmission, that when they were trapped in the Dreamless Valley for a thousand years, Xiao Heng let him possess a bone dragon, and Xiao Heng took the opportunity to smash the dragon ball.

But never expected that the dragon ball would actually merge into Xiao Heng's body after it was shattered.Therefore, even though Xiao Heng had obtained an extremely strong cultivation base, there were still broken dragon balls in his mind, which hindered his memory.

"Senior, do you know how to resolve it?" Song Ningqing asked again.

"It's best to use spiritual power to guide it away," Yu Yihan replied hesitantly, "It's just that I wanted to do this once back then, and he dismantled me immediately, and it took me several months to put myself back together."

Also because of this, Yu Yihan did not dare to act rashly against Xiao Heng, and called Xiao Heng "Dragon Lord" like other monsters.In such a situation, it is more important to continue life.

"I understand."

After Song Ningqing's last sound transmission, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind the bead curtain, and Yu Yihan knew...they had left.

"Huh! Let's go now, I still have a lot of bad things to say about Xiao Heng!"

Yu Yihan walked down the steps chattering, and saw that Mu Shangrong ate up his dim sum, patted the puff pastry on his hands and stood up.

"Everyone is from the world, I wonder if you can let me stay here for a while?"

"Borrowing is okay, but this Demon Realm is not a place to live for a long time, what are you?"

Yu Yihan wondered, and saw Mu Shangrong take out a pen and paper from his sleeve pocket.

"Once the inspiration comes, how can it go away?"

Recently, in Boluoyun City, on the Dragon Lord's endless palace, imperial curtains woven with bamboo and emeralds began to be hung one after another.

Because there are distinguished guests in this palace, they are the treasures in the hands of the Dragon Lord, and they don't want to peek at them.Once the imperial curtain is hung, people walking on the long corridor can see the scenery outside, but people outside can't see half of the inside.

"What kind of life is it?"

The little monsters who came to Boluoyun City to ask for life wentssip and asked, and although those bone monsters answered, who could understand the "Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka" voice.

The little monster looked for an opportunity, and while pretending to sweep the floor, sneakily stood beside the imperial curtain, and quietly lifted a corner of the imperial curtain with the broom in his hand.

Only the sound of gentle footsteps sounded, not far away was a young man in a green shirt who looked like green bamboo and green pine walking slowly.He was keenly aware, and instantly spotted the peeping little monster.

The little monster panicked for a moment, and just about to open its mouth, saw the young man lightly press his right index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence, and then pulled down the imperial curtain.

The moment the imperial curtain was pulled down, the little monster heard the familiar voice of the Dragon Lord.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Brother." This should be the young man.

"I ask you, who are you talking to!" Dragon Lord seemed to be angry.

"Brother." The young man's voice was still calm.

After a long time, the little monster heard the Dragon Lord yell softly again.

"...Brother."

"Yeah. Senior brother didn't talk to anyone just now."

The young man explained, and then the footsteps left slowly.

The little monster kept holding its breath, and then let it go completely.However, he was relieved too early, just as he was about to leave with his broom, the stern Dragon Lord stood in front of him at some point.

"Dragon, Dragon Lord!"

The little monster immediately knelt down, and saw the Dragon Lord wearing half of the mask looked down at him.

"Did you see him?"

The little monster was about to say "no", but instinctively realized that if he lied, he would die without a place to bury him.

"Yes... that one, the Venerable and the Dragon Lord are very, very good matches."

The little monster replied tremblingly, but as soon as the words came out, the Dragon Lord disappeared.

And that little monster had a big hole in its heart.Seeing his heart fall out of the opening, he hastily reached out to fish it out, and pressed it back with his devilish energy.

Knowing that he had saved his life, the little monster immediately ran out of the courtyard. Afterwards, a demon told him to go in and clean up, but he refused to go.

"There is only one life, I want to save it."

The treasure in the dragon's mouth will attract thunder and wrath if people take a look at it.

No matter how good the treasure is, it has nothing to do with him.

Song Ningqing was sitting in front of the carved pane, flipping through the scroll in her hand.He has read a lot of books in the human world, but he has never read any books in the magic domain.

There is a map of the eighteenth level of the Demon Realm drawn on it, with mountains, seas, yellow sand, and a vast night sky.Only Shibazhong didn't write a single word. All the monsters thought it was the residence of the heavenly demon. Once everything entered, ten deaths and no life.

Xiao Heng is not here, although after Song Ningqing came, he would stick to him all the time, but the Dragon Lord is the Dragon Lord after all, in charge of this vast demon realm, there are always many things bothering him.

Song Ningqing also breathed a sigh of relief, after all... Xiao Heng is too annoying.

Although Xiao Heng loved to follow him all the time when he was young, but when he grows up, there are some, some...

Song Ningqing raised her hand and pressed the cold back of her forehead to her forehead, trying to cool down.He thought about taking advantage of Xiao Heng's sleep at night, and secretly using his spiritual power to melt the dragon ball in Xiao Heng's brain, but Xiao Heng... never rested.

Obviously when I was a child, I had to eat and sleep at the same time, like a little pig, but now...it's different.

Song Ningqing noticed the familiar fluctuations of spiritual power in the air. He stood up, looked out from the window pane, and saw a huge feathered snake in the twelve-fold sky, making a gesture to hit Boluoyun City.

And the feathered snake's bone wings moved slightly, and a sword light rose from the ground, cutting the feathered snake in two.

The black demonic blood fell like a shower, dyeing the world red and black for a while.

After a while, someone gently raised the bead curtain behind Song Ningqing, making the sound of crushing stones and pearls.He turned his head, and Xiao Heng wiped his hands with a white silk handkerchief as he walked, and threw it on the ground casually after using it.

"It's all right."

Xiao Heng leaned close to Song Ningqing, pressed his hands on the pane behind Song Ningqing, and locked him firmly in his arms.

"I seem to have forgotten to ask." Song Ningqing looked down at the long sword on Xiao Heng's waist, "Has your sword been given a name?"

"Don't fall."

Xiao Heng replied, he raised his hand and caressed Song Ningqing's back, feeling that his hand was smooth, but felt that there should be something on it.

"Where's your sword?" Xiao Heng asked unexpectedly.

"I'm useless...it's broken."

Listening to Xiao Heng's words, Song Ningqing lowered her eyelashes and answered softly.

He turned his head and looked out the window, feeling a little palpitated suddenly.It's like something is coming.

However, Xiao Heng held Song Ningqing lightly, and whispered in his ear.

"It's just a sword, I'll find a better one for you."

Song Ningqing shook her head and pursed her lips lightly.

"A monk's sword, there is no better one, only...the most suitable."

Outside Boluoyun City, a beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes was wearing a white gauze and walking barefoot on the road.As she walked, the golden bells hanging from her body rang sweetly.

The monsters on the side of the road narrowed their eyes slightly when they heard the voice, and followed behind her absently.

A hundred miles away, she looked up at the huge city in the distance, tilted her head, giggled.

"No wonder it can't be found, but it has been produced for decades."

"Well... what should I do?"

"Find a new dress to put on, and then go into the city."

The girl turned her head to look at a tall and strong bull-headed monster following her, and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Now, give me your skin."

The bull-headed monster screwed off its head without saying a word, and lay down respectfully on the ground in a headless posture.

"Yes, Venerable Lu Tong."