Chapter 115

Looking back at the stunned children, Ouyang Xiasha shook her head speechlessly, thinking, "the psychology of these children still needs to be honed. This little thing scares them like this, but they are still young and have a long way to go!" Then he said with a smile, "Xi Yu, you can start!"

"Yes! Lord Although Xi Yu is surprised at the number of times Ouyang Xiasha smiles today, she still successfully conceals her emotions and says respectfully.

"Lord, this world or the whole vastness is divided into three regions, namely the lower region, the middle region and the upper region. The lower region includes the underworld and the mortal world, and you are the guardian ruler of this region, or it is more appropriate to call you the protector of the region, the emperor of the underworld. Xiyu is the wolf king under your seat, Xiluo is the pen king, Xijing is the ghost king, and we three are your three guardians Law is also called "three kings" by the world Xi Yu recalled.

"The middle realm is the realm of cultivation, and the upper realm is the realm of immortality. The rulers are the elder brother of the Lord, GUI Huang Dao and the emperor of burial." Xi Yu continued seriously.

"My brother? Three kings? What about them? " Ouyang Xiasha asked in surprise. If she had not met Xiao Haoyu and contacted Taoist Xiuzhen, she would have thought that they were a group of imaginary patients.

"Please calm down and let me tell you one by one." Xi Yu said with a respectful fist. After getting a positive answer from Ouyang Xiasha, she looked up at the sky, but some of her children continued to recall sadly: "originally, the Lord's brother and sister did their respective duties, and they were still at peace..."

Xi Yu's memory:

the hall of dragon in Shangyu fairyland

"elder brother, I haven't seen you for a long time! I don't know what's the matter with big brother and little sister today? " The ghost emperor took the three kings under his seat and walked towards the ghost road and the emperor of burying the soul. He asked with a smile.

The Emperor Ming Ling has long black hair. Half of it is draped over his shoulders, and the other half is tied up in a bun. With light green ribbons, it looks soft and beautiful, showing a different style.

Between mature and lovely, it makes people love pity. The white skin is just like a shelled egg. The big eyes flash as if they can speak. The small red lips and the white skin are more obvious. A pair of small dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of the cheek. With a smile, dimples are looming on the cheek.

The flexible eyes turn cleverly, one cyan and one gold is particularly attractive. As long as you look at it, you will be attracted.

Holding a Vajra folding fan in hand, constantly agitating, not only does not appear to be nondescript, but also adds a bit of mischief, a bit of mischief, a light green dress, waist not surplus, beautiful so flawless, beautiful so does not eat between fireworks.

Of course, the two men on the opposite side are also handsome, not inferior to the fairy like women in front of them.

The Guihuang Road on the left, with long purple hair shining like silk, flows quietly on him like running water. It slides through the black silk robe and spreads to the black crystal floor.

The light gray eyes are just like the eternal gray sky in the underworld. They are distant and boundless. They can't see to the end. They are like a wisp of smoke, hazy and illusory, cold and noble.

If the eyes, as if close at hand, but far away in the sky. He was wearing a pair of purple crystal earrings, small two purple against his white skin, unspeakable elegance.

The emperor with white clothes and black hair on the right is no less than the one with Guihuang Road on the left. His clothes and hair are elegant, not tied up, slightly floating, as if a God had come into the world.