Chapter 932

In the courtyard of the new house, Jiang Lin sat in the yard and looked at the evergreen tree. For a while, he was in a trance.

Yuni Jiuyi and his wife have already left, among which Su Su and his wife have also returned to Wanyao country, and qianluo has been sent back to Mengcheng.

The yard was quiet again.

Without their quarrel and noise, Jiang Lin always felt something missing and was not used to it.

But after looking at the washboard hanging on the wall, I remembered that I didn't have to kneel on the washboard at last.

Looking at the empty kitchen, I remembered that I finally didn't have to suffer from the dark cooking of Jiuyi fish mud.

Such a life, Jiang Lin feels... It seems... It's also good?

But, yes, yes, yes, but Jiang Lin thinks he still likes to be lively, and he can be more lively. He takes the green bamboo youyou and Bingqing with him.

Of course, before that, Jiang Lin felt that he should not only continue to study on the years when I was a twelve winged angel, but also exercise a stronger stomach!

"My husband can't bear it?"

When Jiang Lin was still in a daze, he seemed to come to Jiang Lin and gently grabbed Jiang Lin's arm with lovely jealousy in his eyes.

"Cough... I was reluctant to give up." Jiang Lin pulled Chen's small hand and asked her to sit on her lap and hug her wife's tender willow waist, "but now it's ok... Because you and qin'er are here."

"Hum..."

In Jiang Lin's arms, he seemed to twist his head. Although there was still some snack vinegar, the slag man's love words still made the girl feel a trace of joy.

Even if it is angry, it is also happy anger.

Seeing Chen seemed to be coaxed by himself, Jiang Lin took advantage of the victory and took a bite on her cherry powder mouth, hugged Chen seemed's small waist and let her lean against her shoulder.

"As if, in fact, there is one thing I want to tell you..."

Holding his wife's Willow waist, he felt as if his son was in a good mood. Jiang Lin tentatively put forward the matter.

"I know what my husband wants to say. My husband wants to say, going to the abyss of the South China Sea?"

Leaning on Jiang Lin's shoulder, he seemed to open his mouth slowly. Although his tone was calm, the eight wasteland forces around him seemed to trap Jiang Lin at any time and prevent him from taking half a step out of the courtyard.

"Well, I'm going." Jiang Lin nodded, "there is an emperor in the abyss of the South China Sea. It is very likely to be related to the gods. I have to go and have a look."

"Then I'll go with my husband!"

"No!"

Jiang Linyi refused.

"The husband is not allowed to go!"

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"If the girl doesn't recognize him, if the girl likes others, he will be very sad."

In her sister's arms, Rong Luo raised one question after another, and the worry in her tone overflowed.

As a sister, she could only gently touch the tip of her hair and didn't know how to answer. The two sisters looked into the distance at the same time and didn't speak for a long time.

"Sister, will he forget us?" I don't know how long later, rongjiao spoke again, and the uneasiness in his words was distressing.

"No." Kan Zhi replied, her eyes as gentle as ripples in the lake, "Xiao Feng said that he will never forget us. Xiao Feng will not break his promise..."

This day, which has not been recorded, is like a day in the history of gods. Thirty two gods fell. Except for the ox head gods, the rest died at the hands of their families.

The oracle of the divine king finally came down. Rongjiao and Huozhi were the same gods of the first generation. They closed their doors for thousands of years and were not allowed to leave their own divine domain!

In other words, for them, there is no meaning without his divine court. In that case, what is the difference between thinking behind closed doors and wandering in the divine court?

For thousands of years, he has been melting in his own hot field and constantly shaping his appearance with magmatic rocks.

When he was a child, a young man and a young man, he was already an adult when he completely grew up.

Jiang Feng of different ages was molded.

"Call sister..."

Looking at those dummies shaped by themselves, I was happy in my eyes.

"Sister... Sister..."

Thousands of fake Jiang Feng shouted in unison, trying their best to imitate Jiang Lin's intonation and timbre.

But after the girl listened, her happy eyes gradually faded.

As one of the seven gods with the strongest combat power in the whole divine court, rongjiao was soon defeated. His face was pale and unwilling to faint in her arms.

"Xiaorong... Sorry... You and Xiaofeng are the most important existence in my sister's heart, better than my sister's own life!"

Gently smoothed her wrinkled eyebrows, Huozhi closed the divine power in the melting and branding body, locked her in the divine prison alone, and applied layers of spells.

"Sister! Sister!!! "

After waking up, the melting brand kept knocking on the Dharma array in the God prison, but no one responded. She couldn't get out, and no gods came near.

Every day, rongjiao is trying to open the Dharma array set by her sister! Try all kinds of ways to restore your spiritual power.

But every day ends in failure.

I don't know how long it has passed. One day, the divine court vibrated! The sword Qi visible to the naked eye goes straight to the divine court! Even thousands of years apart, melting and branding can't be forgotten! This is Jiang Feng's sword spirit!

Then, the partition between the divine court and the lower world was opened alive!

"Sister... Xiao Feng..."

After dissolving the blazing spirit, I was more anxious to try to crack the array and restore my divine power!

The next morning, gods lead to the lower world. In the divine court, gods break, symbolizing the death of gods!

The fighting between gods and all races has even clearly spread to the ears of rongjiao!

Until the melting heart coagulates! A great God pressure permeates between heaven and earth!

Then, close to the way of the world, he threw a long gun from his hand!

The golden spear pulls tens of thousands of meters of light and cuts the void!

Her eyes, which were as red as jade, looked directly at Jiang Feng. Her long red hair danced in the wind, her head tilted slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness: "Xiao Feng, thank you..."

As soon as the words of melting and branding fell, Jiang Feng's sword heart warned and felt bad, suddenly, the heat wave swept through the shenting, and Jiang Feng's sword spirit isolated from the outside world was broken!

There was a big opening in the blue cloudless sky, and the hot and thick magma poured down from the air.

The strong men of all races who rushed to the divine court looked at it at the same time. Only then did they find that their leader faced off with the last original God of fire!

"Jiang Feng!"

With the power of the gods, rongjiao diffused the sound, not only throughout the whole divine court, but also tens of thousands of miles around the world. Even the Qing Jun guarding the rear in the courtyard stood up and raised his head.

"It's just a human race and mole ants. My Protoss has protected you for thousands of years. You don't know how to be grateful. Now you still want to compete with my Protoss. It's revenge for the kindness of the hand. You should die for your actions! I want to put the world into a sea of fire! All the families you protect will eventually become gray bones. "

Listening to this divine voice, people all over the world look up to the sky and gnash their teeth! I wish I could swallow the blood and flesh, and the strong men of all races in the divine court are even more angry! There are several to wipe out the Red God!

"Sister Rong Jiao..."

Jiang Feng shook hands with the right hand of the long sword and trembled slightly. He knew that she was intentional, and the little pride in her eyes and the little playful loveliness made Jiang Lin feel distressed.

Without giving Jiang Feng any time to react, he waved his hand, just like the molten slurry of the sea of fire, and rushed straight at the strong man of the divine court. Three or four red phoenix rang through the sky, and the light of fire flowing in his eyes wanted to kill them all!

When someone really wanted to die at the hand of the fire phoenix, Jiang Feng took out his sword and beat the fire phoenix back.

Jiang Feng's counterattack let rongjiao breathe a sigh of relief, even with a faint smile in the corners of his eyes.

Rongjiao didn't tangle with Jiang Feng in the divine court. Rongjiao rushed down and landed in an area full of volcanic magma!

This is the molten earth in charge of melting and soldering.

"Alas... What should I do?"

With a slight sigh, Jiang Lin left the library and walked to Yuezhen.

Jiang Lin is not worried about the resurrection of the God King at all.

Jiang Lin believes that even if sister Rong Luo finds the place where the God King seals, the first one who doesn't want the God King to resurrect is sister Rong Luo.

Just

Skull pain!

After experiencing the memory of rongjiao, Jiang Lin also felt that the memory in his soul was really awakened. Jiang Feng's emotion for rongjiao emerged in Jiang Lin's heart without any hiding.

For Jiang Feng, no, it should be for Jiang Lin, who really treats rongjiao as his sister.

But that day

Thinking of that day, Jiang Lin wiped his face deeply.

If you don't remember, it's OK, but the problem is! I remember!

How embarrassing it would be if we met in the future!

It's like Duan Yu found that Mu Wanqing was actually half father... It's just the opposite of Jiang Lin and Rong Luo.

Of course, Jiang Lin and rongjiao, one is human, the other is God. It's just that eight poles can't hit together.

But those feelings are true!

"Hey, Jiang boy, what's the matter? Are you lovelorn? "

Listening to Jiang Lin's sigh, the wine seller put the sauce beef on Jiang Lin's table.

"No... just think, why do I commit peach blossom?"

With that, Jiang Lin ate two kilograms of beef and two liang of wine with tears, and three bowls of beef and pickled vegetable noodles with chili sauce and salted fish.

"..." the wine seller gave the boy a white look and didn't want to talk to him.

Filling his stomach, Jiang Lin went to Chen's house again. Xiaohua opened the door. Then Xiaohua drove Jiang Lin away, saying "Miss Bai is all right". Then he looked at Jiang Lin's waist. Jiang Lin was a little flustered.

The place where the two exchanged views was on a wasteland of the sun moon sect, where Xiao Hei often experimented with machines. Of course, it was also the place where the sun moon sect disciples spent their daily lives.

For example, not far from them, you can also see the shadow of several Riyue sect disciples, and then there are thunder clouds and rolling thunder.

Jiang Lin threw one of the two wooden sticks he picked up on the road to Fang.

In fact, Jiang Lin originally wanted to use his own life flying sword, but after Chu Xue found the original sword body that day, there is still no movement. He is sleeping. Jiang Lin can't use his own life flying sword.

Looking at the stick, Fang zhiskirt was stunned, and a look of ignorance flashed in her eyes. Then she inserted the stick on the other side and said with a smile:

"Brother Jiang, I'm Shu Xiu."

"It's all right. Just use the magic weapon."

"Here we are."

The sound fell to the ground, and Jiang Lin immediately disappeared in place. When he got to the room, he reacted, and Jiang Lin was already handed out with a stick.

Fang copied his skirt and ducked. A cold light and sword flashed, and the land in front of him was covered with frost.

"Lao Jiang, when you left, I just sold some of your underwear, socks and small things lined. I really didn't sell them for a lot of money." Fang copied his skirt and hurriedly pulled away. He found that Lao Jiang seemed to be playing really

But is this really the sword spirit in the early days of Longmen territory? Fang copied his skirt, looked behind him and swallowed his saliva. You said it was the later stage of Jindan territory. I also believe it!

“......”

Listening to my personal belongings being sold, I haven't divided them yet! Jiang Lin frowned slightly and wanted to curse, but Jiang Lin held back.

Another flash, Jiang linjian waves.

The wooden stick was covered with a layer of frost, and the wooden stick had become a popsicle.

As a traditional technique, Fang copied skirt is actually a Dharma Master. After the distance is opened, Fang copied skirt is quickly printed, and two huge Dharma phase hands protect Fang copied skirt.

Then the room skirt disappeared in place, several "haofireballs" fell from the sky, the river was in perfect hiding from the "z-shake", and several vines broke through the ground.

Jiang Lin sticks to the ground. In an instant, the wasteland sand turns into crystal clear ice! The vines are frozen.

Without giving Jiang Lin breathing, the six Dharma array surrounded Jiang Lin up, down, left, right, back and forth.

The girl hurriedly pressed the skirt, then scolded "hooligans" along the two obscene lines of sight, and ran away with a red face.

"Pink."

"Well, with blue stripes."

The two gentlemen commented at the same time.

"Would you like a drink?" After a little episode, Jiang Lin returned to the subject again.

Jiang Lin's meaning is very clear: "do you want to drink? I invite you, and then you tell me a story. "

"How's the wine?"

"The daughter of 1982 is red."

"Give me a jar."

"Where are the melon seeds?"

"I prefer to knock melon seeds."

Jiang Linbai glanced at the alien: "I like sunflower seeds."

So, squatting on the street to eat steamed stuffed buns, they sat in front of Chen's house, drinking and knocking melon seeds.

Xiaohua also impatiently made a salted duck for the two guys, and then slammed the door shut.

"Is your wife still in there?" Eating salted ducks and drinking wine, the room asked.

"Yes." Jiang Lin nodded.

"Your wife and your other wife's mother are discussing life. Seriously, Lao Jiang, I admire you..."

"Stop talking." Jiang Lin sighed softly, "I have a headache..."

"Is Xiaohua your housemaid?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Xiaohua is the maid of Xiaojia. I just heard that your Xiaojia has always been treated as a sister."

"Er... I'd better say goodbye..." Jiang Lin's forehead burst into a cold sweat.

I can't deal with my own little marriage. Now I'm still coming to sister Xiaohua. I'm afraid I'm not going to hammer myself into a dry man.

"Forget it, don't talk about it. Hurry up and tell your story. I'm very busy."

Jiang Lin turned the topic.