Chapter 190: Nine Abyss Gods 12

There is indeed no major problem with the enchantment of the immortal demon, but the age is too long and the magic circle is weakened, allowing some monsters to accidentally hit and get through the loopholes. It is also that these small monsters are too weak to be ignored by the power of the enchantment. The real big monsters It could not pass.
Divine Venerable Jiuyuan spent a little effort to reinforce the barrier, grabbed a funny little thing to please his sweetheart, and hurriedly returned to the heaven.
Not to mention the return of his gift in exchange for a sleeping flower pot, his return always brings comforting good news.
From the mouth of the little succubus, they also learned about the current situation of the devil world.
Unlike the heavens, the demon world has always respected the strong, and whoever can kill the previous demon can replace it. And since tens of thousands of years ago, Chong Yan Mozun, known as the strongest man in the history of the Demon Realm, was beaten to death by the Nine Abyss God Venerable, the Demon Realm did not appear to be able to fight for a long time. It has been in a melee from all sides, and even a situation where several forces are kings. It was not until more than ten thousand years ago that another strong man appeared, defeating everyone with absolute power, unifying the devil world, and becoming a new devil.
But within a few years, he was killed by a female demon under her. The female demon had been a demon for thousands of years. She felt boring and gave the position to his subordinates. This is the current demon. The current Demon Lord is also very strong, but his mind does not seem to dominate the Six Realms, so the enchantment between the immortals and demons has almost been forgotten. Some newly born little demons don’t even know the melee of the Six Realms. Although this little succubus knows , But I don't know the seriousness at all, playing around the barrier in a daze, accidentally rolled over from the other side, and was caught by the gods.
The little thing is a black and white ball, can't distinguish the body and head, and only cry when it is bullied by the silver dragon. It was a demon, unable to stay in the heavens for a long time. It seemed that he was young and couldn't be killed. After letting a few resurrection grasses play for a while, Jiang Rui asked Yinlong to send it back.
After that, Jiuyuan Divine Venerable went to inspect the border every once in a while. Although the Devil Realm is now safe, he still needs to guard against it.
As for the crawling of the bed that he was secretly thinking about, it was also unexpectedly realized the next day after sending away the little monster.
Already holding the lamp at that time, Jiang Rui leaned against the bed with a book, and did not intend to rest.
The Lord God is sitting at the table for a long time, not wanting to turn into a silver dragon so quickly. It is a momentary idea to be able to hold off for a while. Suddenly Jiang Rui smiled and said, "Come and see, there is something about the two of us. Clearer than those involved."
The deity was unknown, so he stepped forward to sit on the bed, took advantage of Jiang Rui's shoulder, and read the book with her.
It turned out that Jiang Rui had previously said that she and the gods were going to be announced, but Shuyuan Xianjun acted neatly. This time, there is already a long article written by Shuangbian Langjun in "The Six Worlds of Heavens". I started writing at the very beginning.
There are some details that even Jiang Rui didn’t know. After all, when the two met for the first time, she was just an unseen seed without that memory, and Shuyuan Xianjun was already a subordinate of Yujing Xiandao at that time. Very clear. With his words, Jiang Rui can restore the original scene in his mind.
At that time, the melee of the Six Realms had not yet begun, and the most troublesome thing for the Celestial immortals was that the little silver dragon of the Celestial Dragon clan had ruined which fairy grass, bullied his mount, or overturned which pill furnace. .
That day was an unusual day, and Xiao Yinlong was also doing his usual bad things. He opened his father's wine cellar and took the fairy brew as bath water and took a comfortable bath.
The little silver dragon poured over a cup was so dizzy that he drove a cloud and wandered to a deep mountain in the lower realm and took a nap. He slept for several years, and when he woke up, thinking that his father was out of anger, he was able to travel back to the fairy island.
After Xiao Yinlong went back, he realized that a seed from the lower realm was entrained in the scales at some point. There has never been any mortal vegetation in the heavens. Yinlong felt a little bit interesting, and threw the seeds into the pots under the eaves. After that, whenever he remembered, he would pour some fairy springs on the seeds.
I don't know if the water and soil in the heavens do not meet the conditions for seed growth. Many years have passed and I haven't seen it sprout. The Yinlong child's xinxing soon had other things of interest, and he left the ordinary seed behind.
I don't know how long it took, the shadow of war gradually enveloped the nine heavens, and the lively Yujing Immortal Island in the past has gradually become dying.
One day, the little silver dragon turned into a human form, put on his battle armor, and had a spear in his hand. He had always known that there was no expression on his playful face, and his icy blue eyes began to engulf frost. With a sudden glance, his whole body looked like his father and brother who had fallen on the battlefield.
He stepped out of the palace and looked aside for some reason. In the flowerpot under the porch, the dusty seed was still there. Gong'e in the Immortal Dao felt that the kind of child must be dead, only because the owner brought it back. The items were discarded without pretension.
Like a ghost, Yinlong watered the seeds one last time, using a drop of blood on his fingertips, and then turned and left without looking back.
It was at that time that Jiang Rui became conscious for the first time. In the sea of ​​ignorance, he carved a figure that had left in a big stride. The silver cloak floated behind him, and the corners of his robe rolled.
"So look," Jiang Rui said with a smile holding the book under the light, "The first time we met, I never saw your face, and you didn't even know that I was there."
Yinlong's expression was complicated: "I should have looked back."
"What's so beautiful? I didn't transform into a human form at that time. Even if you look back, you can still only see a seed." Jiang Rui didn't care.
The two continued to look down. Although the book was written by the two of them personally, it is now a novel experience to observe from the perspective of a third party.
When reading that the resurrection grass turned into a human form, in order to repay the favor, he determined to enter the cycle of reincarnation to collect the soul fragments, the Lord God was careful again.
"To repay your kindness?" He pretended to be calm.
With Jiang Rui's familiarity with him now, just from this plain sentence, he can hear his awkwardness. She turned the pages of the book casually, and what happened afterwards, the two knew more in detail than in the book. While passing through ten lines at a glance, she said: "Naturally, I want to repay me. If there is no drop of blood from the gods, how can I be so generous today? How can you not report?"
The deity pressed his lips imperceptibly. What he wanted to ask was not this, but he wanted to know, is it still for repaying his favor?
Jiang Rui didn't know what he was struggling with, and the answer just now was just to stab him deliberately. If you say that it was really to repay your kindness at the beginning, after being accompanied by one life after another, to mention those two words again would be an insult to the feelings she has paid, and no matter how great kindness is, this is not the way to return it.
If he doesn't even understand this, then she not only has to wonder if he is an unresponsive icy lump, she has to ask, is it even the heart in his chest is frozen?
Fortunately, the gods were never so dull, and soon he figured it out.
No kindness, worthy of such a return. The only thing that can make people do this is the joy of love.
After he thought it through, he realized that the people around him had been staring at him since just now, their eyes were a little bit cold, and the underlying meaning inside was very clear: try again with the word reward, there are many flower pots outside.
The Lord God has never been so clever like this time. In the face of a potential crisis, the body is faster than the brain. He spontaneously reached out and took the book in her hand and put it aside, with a careful tone: "It's me talking nonsense, late at night. Now, rest."
Jiang Rui looked at him with a faint smile, "I thought the gods still had questions to ask?"
The gods shook his head quickly, "No more." Then he took her to rest.
Jiang Rui snorted softly, before saying more.
The gods breathed a sigh of relief secretly. You must know that he had never been so careful when the two armies were fighting.
When he was relieved, he realized that he was on the bed in human form tonight, and Rui Rui did not drive him out. Holding a warm, fragrant, soft body in his arms, the Lord God's heart turned into a pool of warm water just as it had been roasted on a fire. I wanted to say something at this time, but after so cold for so many years, I couldn't change my temperament for a while. After humming for a long time, he said: "Rui Rui, I..."
If it were not for the extremely quiet indoors, Jiang Rui would have missed that love sentence. She lay sideways in the other's arms, with a half-sleeping face exposed under the faint starlight.
In the silence, someone watched her quietly for a long time. After the sky full of stars had fallen asleep, the other party dropped a very light and cherished kiss on her forehead, then tightened her arms and closed her eyes.
Jiang Rui curled his lips slightly.
The story of the of Jiuyuan and the Fairy Resurrection Grass spread in the heavens, and now no one is chasing Immortal Jun Shuyuan. All he has to do is to protect the pseudonym Shuangwhip Langjun not to be skinned, and when walking on the road, he has to listen to the words that are about to make his ears callused from time to time: "You know, there used to be a silver dragon, One day he was drunk and brought back a seed from the earth..."
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That’s it, I’m sorry to have everyone wait until now, and thank you for seeing here. I don’t know if anyone wants to see Fanwai, I’ll write a few if I have.