Diji, she holds the crematorium script firmly

Chapter 1 Poor Empress
Sang Yan died on the night Huan Ning loved him the most.

The sea was turbulent, and Xihuang Yaojun lay there quietly. It was the first time that Xihuang Yaozu saw Goddess Wangshu driving through Tianye.

She stood on a small boat, supported his coffin with one hand, and held his sword in the other, and looked up at the dark monster race rushing towards the sea.

There is a sword named Dingxuan, which can fix the world's Xuanming and burn the demon spirits of the eight desolations.

One sword breaks ten thousand enemies, and the Pillar of Heaven's Punishment is also crumbling.

It was also that time that they realized that Little Di Ji had always been cruel and easy to kill.

She wiped the blood off her face, tied up her messy hair, leaned over and kissed the clear eyebrows of the boy in the coffin, and said softly, "I'll take you home."

The small boat gradually entered the distance, and the sea was calm.

She asked Sword Spirit, "You only serve him as your master in this life, why do you still help me?"

The sword spirit was silent for a long time, "Because he said that he will protect you at any time, even if it is—"

"You killed him yourself."

The rivers and seas have been stained with blood for 3000 years, and the moon shines on the western desert for eight thousand miles.

Never see the gentle moonlight of yesterday.

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The bright moon gradually rises, and the moonlight shines across Sigu City, the mountains and streams behind the city, and finally stops in a deep and dark cave.

Such caves are not uncommon here. There are ordinary rocks piled up, and an invisible tree grows on the edge. What is rare is that there are a pair of eyes inside.

These eyes have been closed for three days, and they are naturally bloodshot.

She was very sleepy, but the 81 soul-binding silks wrapped her like rice dumplings, hung her here, and sucked the spiritual energy in her body intermittently.

They bound her firmly, and some of her soul threads pierced into her blood vessels, continuously absorbing spiritual power and vitality, and gradually drying her up.

This is a rare magical weapon. To mortals, it is just an ordinary silk thread, even a little fragile, but to immortals with spiritual power, it is the cruelest punishment.

Straits of blood overflowed, staining the snow-white soul silk red, and the owner of the eyes, Emperor Ji Huanning, sighed deeply——

She shouldn't be greedy for that money!

Everything starts five days ago.

At that time, Huan Ning was still sleeping in Jiuwei Mountain, but the debt collector ghost flew all the way from Chaochen Division.

The flower branches of the pear blossom forest in an unknown valley in Jiuwei Mountain swayed, and the thin clouds in the sky were blown away.

"Di Ji."

The female fairy has beautiful facial features, but the aura around her is ethereal, and when put together, she looks indifferent.She put away her sword, and bowed to Huajian Jinxiu with her sleeves.

There were slight ups and downs in the flowers, I don't know if it was startled by Yujian's wind, or the people inside were a little impatient, and they disappeared in an instant.

The female fairy was not annoyed, and took out a red-faced cardboard from the Qiankun bag, "The complaint has already been sent to the Chaochen Division. No matter how sleepy Di Ji is, she must sign this document before proceeding."

Still no response.

The female fairy opened the notebook and read it by herself, "Han Ning, who held the sword, privately set fire to the river, burned the Mei River to dryness, destroyed the temple of Meishan, hurt innocent mountain spirits... numerous crimes, countless crimes, and countless crimes, which have passed through my court. The three Taoists in charge of the Taoism will conduct a joint trial, so the fine-"

"Apart from fines, do you have any new tricks?"

The word "fine salary" seemed to have pierced my heart, and Huan Ning finally couldn't hold back and interrupted the female fairy's endless accusations of crimes, turned over and sat up and complained: "I haven't received a salary for 100 years!"

She ran away from home for three years and lived by drinking wind, and she was deducted from her salary?
"It's okay, it's only been 100 years since Emperor Ji joined the Demon Slayer Division."

"...How much was the fine this time?"

"I made up the whole thing for Diji. For 19 years, you won't have any salary for the next 290 years."

Huanning Diji closed her eyes in pain, "Qing Fan, you can't treat me like this because you have integer obsessive-compulsive disorder, 19 years! 19 years! Last time Xie Fuchi was only punished for ten years!"

Qingfan corrected: "Master Fuchi is 13 years old. And I don't have integer obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise I will give you another ten years."

"Well, let's say 13 years. I just accidentally set the fire on fire. Could it be more serious than Master Sizhu, who almost caused mortals to lose their souls?"

Qing Fan sneered, "Careless? If the Meishan Mountain God hadn't reported it in time, Meishan would have been burned to barrenness by Diji's karma, and not a single blade of grass would grow."

"It's also for killing demons..."

The little Diji's voice has gradually weakened, but Qing Fan's heart is still not softened when he thinks of the old Meishan Mountain God hugging Lord Fuchi's leg with tears in his arms.

"For the sake of a mere demon fox, Di Ji is too mobilizing to mobilize the crowd, even using karmic fire. I, Chaochen, have always opposed the violent law enforcement of demon slayers, especially you, Di Ji, who refused to change after repeated admonitions, and had to be severely punished!"

"..."

"Emperor Ji should hurry up and sign the contract," Qing Fan pinched the time, "Director Chao Chen has a monthly salary of 360 spirit stones, and works three hours a day. Now it's almost an hour late. Please make up my salary for these ten spirit stones."

"..."

With a sigh, Emperor Ji Huanning finally struggled to get up from the flower couch, and took the scripture.

Shocked, pear blossoms fluttered, and Di Ji lay down on the bluestone, with a lithe figure, and her skirt bloomed like layers of epiphyllum.When writing the pen, the exposed arm is slender and white, condensed like frost and snow.For a moment, the fairy Qingfan, who was used to seeing beauties, was also slightly fascinated.

She was straightforward this time, but when she handed the book back, she couldn't help but wrinkled her face, and murmured: "There is such a poor Empress as me in the world, I would have known that I would not sever ties with Huan Yuan."

Di Ji's appearance was very disturbing, and when the female fairy Qingfan who never liked to gossip threw the folder back into the Qiankun bag, she couldn't help but say, "I heard that Di Ji's future husband is very rich."

Little Di Ji slightly raised her eyebrows, but did not answer.

Sure enough, the female fairy said: "It's a pity—"

Where it stopped, it was exactly the same.

Unfortunately--

It's a demon.

Even though the West Desolate Sea is rich in the world, even if the monster's clan was also a fairy clan ten thousand years ago, even if it is heard that Chang Lingjun is about to ascend, it is still not worth the fact——

He was indeed a lowly monster.

However, Huan Ning in Jiuwei Mountain has the noble blood of the red-tailed phoenix. Even in the prehistoric era, she was also a divine master who could dominate one side. She is also the emperor of the Shenyu clan. , there are very few gods who can rival her.

In terms of identity alone, this was originally the most inappropriate marriage in the world, but it was a pity that Tianjun was the one who made the match.Tianjun politely made three decrees in a row within three days, so the emperor of the Yu clan accepted this absurd marriage: let a noble and unusual goddess marry a prince of the monster clan.

Qing Fan paused, "Unfortunately, he is not the crown prince of Xihuanghai, I guess Di Ji still has to support herself."

Speaking of which, Huan Ning can be regarded as a wonderful flower. There are three divisions in the heaven, five halls and eighteen divisions. Most of them serve as immortal officials for the immortals who are born with immortal bodies. There is a fairy job, otherwise you will be exiled from the heavens. Second, it is for merit, and with merit, you can ascend.

Only mortals like Qing Fan who have ascended to the top and have no background will care about those salaries.

Apart from Huan Ning, there is no one else who relies on the ancient gods and still thinks about his salary every day.

"Huh?" Little Diji was very surprised, and couldn't help but sighed, "It's really a pity. I heard that the Mermaids wept like pearls. If they are very poor, teaching him to cry will make him live a better life."

The wind blows through the flower forest, the sky is snow-white, Qing Fan bows her head, and the little Emperor Ji's eyes are filled with endless spring, showing no joy or anger.She just slowly climbed onto the swing made of vines, without much sadness.

This matter has nothing to do with Qing Fan, the boss who just wants to survive every day.She summoned Fei Jian and was about to leave, but suddenly she turned around and asked, "Have you decided on an auspicious time?"

Little Di Ji was swinging on a swing covered with flowers, and said casually, "I don't know if it's lucky or not, but it's definitely fixed, and it will be seven days later."

The tone is understated, as if to say that the sun is very good today.

Qing Fan was silent for a while, wondering if it was inappropriate to come to collect debts at the right time.I can only put my spiritual sense into the Qiankun bag. After searching, I finally found a piece of jade pendant with a sense of immortality, "Well, a congratulatory gift."

Huan Ning picked it up and looked at the sun, with a naive look on his face, "This is the mandarin pendant of the mandarin duck Perry, Sister Fan."

"..."

I rummaged through it again and found a comb.

"This is the material of single wood."

"This is a flute made of bitter bamboo."

"This is……"

Drenched in cold sweat, Qing Fan rummaged through her home, and found in despair that she had nothing to give away. Damn, she is such a social animal who likes to be single!How could there be things in pairs!
"It doesn't matter, sister, a single wooden comb is also very good. Only a single wooden comb can't support a husband and wife." Xiao Diji picked up the only comb that she could see from a pile of rags, and thoughtfully thought out a reason for her, her eyes sparkling. , "After all, my sister chases me every day for money, does it mean that she doesn't hate me if she can give me a gift?"

Little Diji held her hand, which was soft, slender and boneless.A faint fragrance wafted from Di Ji's body, and Qing Fan couldn't move for a while.

Qing Fan was a little dazed, "Well... I didn't hate you..." Anyway, she didn't owe her money, she was just a debt collector without emotion.

"I don't hate it, I just like it." Huan Ning hugged her waist softly, as if he had no bones, and blew on her ear, full of fragrance, "Then sister... Is my account okay?" Do some hands and feet to smooth it out?"

"Hmm... um? No way!"

After 1000 years of being the master bookkeeper, if you want to say what word you are most sensitive to, it must be the word fake account!Qing Fan instantly woke up from the beauty, and pushed her away.

Besides, isn't this a joke?It's no secret that Emperor Ji Huanning is heavily in debt, and she owes more than 180 million Lingshi!If she really did something wrong, she would be dragged to the third division for interrogation the next day.

Huan Ning sighed sadly, "I'm going to move out of Qingyang Palace after getting married, do you want me to work for Demon Slayer Si Bai every day?"

Qing Fan thought for a while, "Isn't there always been a very generous reward for the demon slayer? I heard that there are new clues in Sigu City."

After she finished speaking, she felt inappropriate again, "I'm just talking, if you really go, don't say it has something to do with me." After a pause, she still felt inappropriate, "Even if you want to go, don't come to court. Dust asked me to issue an order."

After finishing speaking, Chaochen Sizhu Bo, who was afraid of causing trouble, stepped on the flying sword and ran away in a hurry.

Leaving Huan Ning looking thoughtfully at the trembling pear blossom branches, the wind passed through the valley, and the pear blossoms and the wind went away and floated into the clouds.

It seems that it is time to go back to the old business for the sake of food and clothing.

(End of this chapter)