In the ninth heaven, the sky is still so blue, the clouds are still soft under the feet, Fengshen's temper is still so good, there is a gentle airflow passing by her temples, that boy seems to be the same boy as before.
How long ago that was, the child in a plain brocade shirt, regardless of his identity, pushed away the Arctic Ziwei Emperor who was playing with her, and shouted to her, with a strangely high tone: "My name is Tianshu, and I am the commander." She only remembered that commander. For them, even if Si Ming can control the fate of immortals in the lower world, it can be regarded as a good job to avenge people, but after all, he is just a writer of novels with no future. At that time, she was a military general, leading the heavenly soldiers, and she was very arrogant. Now she can't remember whether she looked down on him at the beginning, but thinking about it carefully, based on her own virtue, she probably looked down on him.
There was a low-ranking fairy holding the plate. She thought she was not strictly restrained and did not have a teller. She chirped and said: "That day, the Lord Shushen was indeed a pen-holder. He had a smart mind, but he was so stupid that he did not find a way out for himself. He tampered with Emperor Ziwei's fate. He deserves to be punished, doesn't he?"