Chang Gan sat with the leopard cat, and saw the dawn from the early morning, the starry sky, and the morning stars twinkling.

It was a peaceful night.

There was the sound of birds chirping and chirping in the treetops. The cat beside Chang Gan was still a prototype, with a flick of his tail, his claws obediently pressing in front of him, and the sound of his teeth clacking against the birds in the treetops when he was hunting.

Just as it was about to rush out, the flesh on the back of the neck was grabbed by Chang Gan with one hand and held it in place.

The desire to hunt is forcibly extinguished. A little demon with no intelligence and a half-demon, silently and quietly staying in the same place with each other, maybe they have their own concerns, maybe they don't.

How can a kitten without intelligence be troubled? Chang Gan propped his chin up and looked at the drops of water falling from Biye in the distance. He turned his head, looked at the cat's profile, and looked at its amber eyes.

Thanks to the physique of the half-demon race, his mental power is also very good, and he will not feel tired. The cat was thrown out of the carriage when he was looking at the stars, and seemed to be intimidated, and rolled and crawled beside him.

Chang Gan retracted his gaze, thinking of the words his uncle said to him when he came back, and stretched out his hand to glance at the seal token in his palm.

He didn't know how to feel.

Mixed flavors, mixed feelings.

Teenagers always have to grow up, but he doesn't want to do it this way. He is willing to accept that he is full of scars and suffering, but he does not want to see the beautiful things in this world broken and shown to him.

Chang Gan put away the token, and saw the morning light penetrate the clouds, and the morning glow covered the sky.

The light plunged into his arms, reflecting the cold scabbard.

The little snake stretched out his hand to catch the light, and the light penetrated from between his fingers. The cat on the side raised its head and stretched out its fleshy paws to imitate him, and its fur was flooded by the morning light.

Chang Gan closed and opened his eyes again, picked up the cat, and returned to the carriage.

According to the calculation of the next journey, you will soon be able to reach the Netherworld.

The magic horse turned its neck, and was used to the half-demon who had been with it for many days. Two people can even communicate briefly and vaguely through magic energy.

Da Da sounded, and the hexagonal bell on the eaves of the car also rang, passing through the dense bushes on the edge of the demon world.

The curtain of the car was lifted by one hand, Jiang Zheliu's voice was a little hoarse, but not serious, his tone was still clear, and his breath was steady.

"Its daybreak……"

"Yes." Chang Gan said, "Do you need to stop again?"

Jiang Ziliu was a little dizzy, which seemed to be one of the reactions during pregnancy, but he wasn't sure. But this slight dizziness doesn't need to stop.

"No, let's go."

"it is good."

Chang Gan's personality when he grows up is not the same as when he was a child. He doesn't talk much and is often a little indifferent. But his feelings for Jiang Zheliu were pure and pure, and he regarded him as the most important elder in his childhood.

It seems that he has been in the demon world for a long time, and he is a lot more reliable.

Jiang Zheliu withdrew his hand. His recent sleepiness came very suddenly. Who would have thought that the little devil said such ambiguous words to him last night, but he leaned against each other and quickly fell asleep.

According to Wen Renye, he asked two questions without getting an answer, and when he looked again, he had already harvested the sleeping willow tree.

The willow branches are soft, with good softness and toughness, as if they were drowsy under the drizzle of rustling rain, or covered in thin snow all day, and quietly entered a dream.

These are his words.

Wen Renye's metaphor in this regard has always been special. His illiteracy is limited to his lack of familiarity with the human language. According to the education and standards of the demons, he is a very talented person.

Jiang Zheliu sometimes feels that if he has a body in his heart, it should be a tree.

Not only that, after he woke up today, he was still a little sleepy, and it seemed that he had returned to his daily life when he lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain, relying on sleep to replenish his energy.

Jiang Zheliu walked through the meridians again, and could already feel the existence of this ball in his stomach.

Kind of unfamiliar.

As a man with normal cognition and not particularly straight orientation, the first reaction to feel this creature is a sense of strangeness.

It is impossible not to be afraid. No matter how good his ability to accept, he will not be so strong. It's just that he hides it so well that no one will notice.

The demon cub did not resist the spiritual energy in his body, and when he felt his detection again, the cub seemed to be particularly excited and rubbed his divine sense with small wings.

……wing?

Although the pregnancy has just begun, the cub seems to have already recognized his form.

The little brat not only wanted to rub him, but also rubbed him like a squat, exuding a sense of "touch me" and "touch me quickly" from the inside out.

Jiang Zheliu stopped for a while, but still withdrew his consciousness.

Because he is so sleepy.

Wen Renye routinely stabilized the Taoist seed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Zheliu lying on the table, his long hair tied with a hairpin, and the scattered hair covered his back and slid onto the table.

His face was buried in his arms, his breathing was steady, and the white back of his neck was exposed between the strands of hair, which looked easy to touch.

Wen Renye leaned over to look at him.

He especially likes to stare at each other, like to observe Jiang Ziliu, no matter which characteristic, he finds it very cute. The more he discovered, the more surprised and intimate he felt.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the light and cold breath of his lover, as well as the light and cold fragrance on his body.

Wen Renye stared at his profile, and asked softly next to his ear, "Sleep in my arms, okay?"

Jiang Zheliu fell into a deep sleep, unable to hear what he said. He could only vaguely feel that he was moved a little bit, surrounded by the familiar breath of pine and cypress, and fell into the embrace of habit, and he felt more peaceful in an instant.

The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle.

The pond fish returns to the abyss.

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Netherworld.

On the day he arrived in the Netherworld, Jiang Zheliu's pregnancy was slightly severe, and the external manifestations were long-term drowsiness and short-term sudden coldness.

When he was healthy in the past, most of the time he was immune to cold and heat. Unexpectedly, I just got better, and I fell into the endless loop of "Daoist thinks you are cold".

The cat is still the same, not psychic, walks with him or Changgan, and often sits next to it and licks its paws.

The water of the Styx is as usual, ghosts are floating around, and evil spirits sink to the bottom of the river.

The Netherworld is bounded by the Styx River. At the far end of the river, there is often a faint green aurora. The green color spreads out from the edge of the dim sky, and changes its level as the ghosts gather and disperse. The light faintly represents the evil spirits from all sides. The bright and dark battles and the concentration of ghosts change with the light, which is thrilling and beautiful.

The temperature here is very different from the demon world.

The two walked along the River Styx. Chang Gan followed behind, followed by the cat that followed every step of the way. There were countless ghosts passing by, but because of the shock of the powerful breath, he did not dare to approach.

Wen Renye rubbed his fingers, and clenched his warm palm tightly: "Why doesn't he appear in the Styx River, even the scene of the Netherworld has become pleasing to the eye."

"But this is a territory ruled by evil ghosts." Jiang Zheliu looked over, looking at the green aurora, "The Zen Master Bodhi spent more than a hundred thousand years to purify this place, but it was all in vain. and return."

"Failed to return?" Wen Renye was young and he had never heard of it.

"It can't be said that he returned without success. He didn't return." Jiang Zheliu said, "He finally passed away in the Netherworld. Legend has it that he left a relic at the bottom of the Styx River."

It's just that he didn't see it the last time he was at the bottom of the Styx. Thinking about what it is like to be there, he will not let such precious things be scattered everywhere.

The two walked and talked, and soon boarded the long bridge.

One of the three ghost cultivators in the Netherworld, Wangxiangtai Jushi He Tan and the others have already met, followed by the bridge master of Naihe Bridge, and the target of this time - the master of the other bank on the other side of the Styx River.

The master of the other shore is the one who is closest to Lord He Zun of the three.

The long bridge is like a rainbow, built on the thinnest part of the curved river. There are many sword cracks on it, and it seems that it has experienced many swords and swords.

Jiang Zheliu swept across the pattern on the bridge, and it was engraved with something like a picture, depicting the change of several important world masters in the underworld, but because these ghost repairers have lived for a long time, they are only a few at most. That's it.

The water on the other side is rippling.

Walking down the long bridge, you will be greeted by a large swathe of flaming flowers. Manzhu Shahua is covered with sight, swaying with the wind, reflecting different shades of color under the aurora.

The flowers are fragrant, and among the large flowers, there is a house with a dilapidated appearance.

It seems that he lives more simply than He Tan.

Wen Renye knocked on the door and found that the door was unlocked, but just knocked and it opened slowly, very Buddhist.

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly and opened his mouth to visit according to etiquette, but he didn't get a response. He only heard the sound of stretching and a lazy female voice.

"Please come in..."

He pushed open the half-slid door, and saw a fox sleeping on a high wooden shelf.

...to be precise, a ghost repairing fox.

The red fox stood up, revealing a few plush tails behind him. She jumped off the wooden shelf three times and twice, and stood on the ground and changed into a human figure.

The one without clothes.

Wen Renye's reaction was quicker, and he raised his hand to cover the eyes of the Taoist companion, and then quickly took Jiang Zheliu into his arms, at the same time keeping his eyes down, avoiding everything he shouldn't look at, and only swept the other side's eyes. foot.

"... Wen Renye?" Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and grabbed his fingers.

"People of the right way can't see it." The little devil is very serious, "You will be scolded for being virtuous, not a gentleman."

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice amusingly, "Are the demons amazing?"

"It's no big deal, but who made you Lord Xianzun." Wen Renye bowed his head and kissed him.

After the fox got dressed, he sat casually across from the two of them, glanced at the two of them with crooked eyes, and said first, "Is it looking for Venerable He?"

Jiang Zheliu was let go by him, and turned to talk to the fox girl: "Yes. ... Did he entrust you in advance?"

"You can easily hear your lord's movements from my words," she said. "Your lord just said that the two of you might come over, but he is not in the underworld at the moment, and his injury is not yet healed."

When she said this, she silently glanced at the killing **** beside Jiang Ziliu, and the scene at that time was still fresh in her memory.

This fox is called He Da, a fox that has long since died, but because of her hatred during her lifetime, she did not have a normal soul to return to heaven and earth, but turned into a ghost cultivator under the influence of forbidden techniques. Beneath the evil ghost with green face and fangs, he was just beautiful and harmless.

"However, although the lord is not here, he has entrusted me to test the extent of the impact for Lord Mozun."

"...like a trap."

"It's just a trap." He Da's fox eyes curled slightly, "This kind of test can easily trigger the outbreak of the Taoist species, the Lord just wants to make fun of Lord Mozun."

Jiang Zheliu looked at her and sighed: "You are so frank, I always feel that there is nothing good."

"When you come to the Netherworld, you should have no good things." He Da complained, "Master Demon Zun chased and killed him for so long, is it a ghost who wants to vent his anger?"

Jiang Zheliu turned his head and glanced at Wen Renye, and the little devil looked at him innocently, his expression not like the kind of villain who has been chasing others for a long time.

"You're willing to tell me that it's not that simple... So, where is the bait that attracted me to ask you to do this test?"

He Da tilted her head, the fox's tail flicked behind her, and said, "It's better to block it."

"It's better to block it?"

"Endless control is not as good as progressive indulgence. This is the theory of the underworld." He Da opened her eyes wide and said frankly, "Your Highness once told me that you will have nowhere to go sooner or later. In this case, taking the initiative is better than taking the initiative. Passive is stronger."

"My Dao Companion has spent so much time and energy controlling the Dao Seed." Jiang Zheliu stared at her, "He wants me to give up all this and promote the Dao Seed's stimulation?"

"There are so many lunatics in this world, you don't have to be rational and don't try at all."

He Da crossed her arms and sat on the swing hanging from the beams in the room: "Our lord means that although he wants to make fun of Lord Mozun, this is indeed one of the methods, and Xianzun can try it. "

Jiang Zheliu was annoyed for no reason: "Do you know what you are asking me to try?"

"Calm down." He Da shook the swing and complained again, "I heard that you have a good temper."

Jiang Ziliu shifted his gaze and took a deep breath.

"Everything is risky." He Da said, "But if you don't try, how will you know that this direction is not right? Or..."

Her swing came over, her face was in front of Jiang Zheliu, and then she quickly pulled away.

"Xianzun, you seem to be afraid."

she asked softly.

"What are you afraid of, can you tell me?"