The idle evil-bending king Beiluo just wants to live a peaceful life, but there is always Ji Xuanyuan who wants to harm him. [Save the full text~~~ Have fun reading it, just put some original text in the introduction!
[Yunluo's case]
Ever since he found out that Tai Sui's sword contained Jin Yun's soul, Bei Luo's whole evil-fighting sword was on the verge of failing.
Later, when Yun Wuyue saw him leaving his good sword unused and scratching someone with a pair of claws, she felt very sorry for Guangming Ye, who was about to be bald by Wang Bixie. One day when Beiluo skipped work and took her to Changshi for some leisure time, he deliberately brought Tai Sui with him, but found that his ability to ward off evil spirits was overwhelmed by jealousy again.
It was obvious that both the previous and the previous Evil-Warding King were powerful monarchs, so why was he like this... Yun Wuyue was still reciting the sweet youthful sentiments of Bei Luo that she had just eaten, and a word suddenly popped into her mind.
There is always a saying that no matter how talented a person is in literature, he will encounter a nemesis who can turn all his ink into a single word.
Cute.
Cute?
Zhengyun's occasion
The storm rolled out a huge whirlpool, and Wu Zhen was almost knocked down from his left side.
But the wind couldn't help Jinyun. The strong wind stopped when it touched Jinyun. Along with it, Jinyun's palms and arms disappeared.
"Jinyun..." Wu Zheng was shocked, but in Jinyun's pre-spiritual realm, he could not exert any power and could only watch the storm swallow up Jinyun bit by bit.
"Don't worry, when you wake up, we can meet again." This remaining life soul showed a smile to Wu Zhen, "I'm waiting for you, Wu Zhen."
The pre-spiritual realm finally couldn't bear the contact between reality and dream and collapsed.
Wu Zhen watched Jinyun disappear suddenly, and wanted to reach out to grab the void in front of him, but was held up by a gentle wind. When he opened his eyes again, the demon's corpse was still floating in the fishy wind.
[The occasion of ancestors and Leizu]
"Shh-" Ji Xuanyuan put a finger to Lei Zu's lips and pressed it gently, "What did you see?"
Lei Zu followed the sound and saw the setting sun.
The sunset was floating in patches from afar, and both Xiong and the two clan leaders of Xiling were looking far into the distance, while half of the sun was still hanging very far away, refusing to dim even one bit.
"Emperor Wa is hiding in the world, and Shen Nong has escaped." Ji Xuanyuan spoke slowly, and the usually gentle and generous person smiled at his wife beside him with an arrogant and romantic smile, "There are millions of fireflies in our human race. If we want to compete with the setting sun, we must be prepared."
Intention: The human race is a spark that keeps flying forward