Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 13 Dead Country, Two Wings
Su Huanzhen, full of worries, came to Hanguang Yishe again.

But he saw two strangers standing in the yard, one with a bald head and black clothes, the other with a cockscomb head and a big red robe.

They each held a bowl of tea in their hands, as if they were trapped in the formation, unable to move their feet.

Maple leaves are falling all over the courtyard.

Su Zhenzhen took a look at them and walked into Hanse Mountain House.

Maple pomelo is making tea.

"Are these two distinguished guests from the dead country?"

"However, I let them feel the enthusiasm of a difficult situation and the warmth of the world."

"what."

"What's the matter? Judging by the look on your face, could it be that killing Buddha's karma is not going well?"

Su Zhenzhen took a sip of tea, suppressed the depression in his heart, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you instructed me to seek Luo Hou's help, but in the end Sumou lost his wife and lost his army."

"Oh?"

"I not only lost Chairman Dao's Daolong jersey, but also Su Mou's own [-] silver note."

The owner of Fengyou was so surprised that he even forgot to shake his fan, and asked repeatedly: "Did Luo Hou not go to get Xuanmu's blood? What does he want money for? When did he learn to bargain?"

"He fetched the blood of the Xuannian mother, and the details are so and so..."

After listening to Suzhenzhen's real story, Fengyou was dumbfounded. Is this Luohou whom he has known for thousands of years?

"gentlemen?"

"Oh, let me think about it."

Fengyou came back to her senses and thought about all the things about Luohu before and after. The change seemed to start from the second resurrection.

He had to admit that Rahu was out of his control, even out of his cognition.

"Su Huanzhen, if Luohu refuses to listen to our ideas, something more terrible than the Buddha Karma Twin Body will happen."

"Is there anything worse?"

Fengyou pointed to the yard: "Did you see those two dragons? They brought a message from the Heavenly One. If we don't return the Son of God, the Kingdom of Death will open the door to the Distressed Realm and let the army of the Kingdom of the Dead enter the Distressed Realm."

"Extremely bad."

Fengyou was helpless: "Luo Hou refused to return the Son of God, and said he would adopt him as a foster son."

"That will lead to a war of death and misery, and we cannot afford to be attacked on both sides."

"That's why I ask Su Xianren to persuade Luo Hou to return the Son of God to the Kingdom of Death."

Su Zhenzhen shook his head: "It's not that Su is evading, but that Su is clumsy. This time, I'm going to ask you to do it."

"I have never stepped out of the cold light, so nothing can compare to your prestige in adversity."

"It's better to invite sir to go out."

"No no no..."

The two gave in to each other for a long time, and finally Fengyou agreed to go to heaven to ask for the son of God.

Even with the help of Fengyou, Su Huan really didn't feel better. He still had to go to the base of Yundu Mountain to explain the fake Xuanmu to the righteous people.

Although he didn't believe what Luo Hou said, Su really knew that there were evil spirits from the Extinct Realm who were in the predicament before, and there were those from the Kingdom of Death who were stalking him later. At this time, there must be no conflict with Luo Hou again.

Besides, Chiba Legend's effort is still there, if there is a conflict, Qianye will be the first to die.

He decided to find an excuse to excuse Luo Hou first, so as to calm everyone's emotions.

Su Zhenzhen walked out of Hanguang Yishe, saw the two cockroaches chatting, he didn't care to listen, and left in a hurry.

Yan Wangzu: "The master said he invited us to drink tea, why don't you go in and drink?"

Yan Wangsuo: "Stupid, he just told us to leave after drinking."

Yan Wangzu: "Do you want to drink?"

Yan Wangsuo: "Let me think about it."

Yan Wangzu: "How long do you have to think about it?"

Yan Wangsuo: "I'll think about it after you finish drinking."

Yan Wangzu: "I don't drink, do you think I will be fooled?"

Yan Wangsuo: "Cooperating with you is really my biggest mistake."

Yan Wangzu: "This sentence is right for me."

"Smile to see the bright red dyeing the middle of the mountain, chasing the wind and white clouds for thousands of miles, this body is not a guest, the three talents of heaven and earth are ordinary."

The owner of Fengyou came out of the pavilion and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Drink the wheat, come with me to meet the Son of God."

Maple pomelo waved its fan, and the maple leaves all over the sky disappeared, and the two chests suddenly felt free.

Yan Wangsuo suggested: "The enchantment of Tiandu is not easy to break, so I need to cooperate with Sirius and use the god of death to cross the border."

"Need not."

The weather is in full swing at the moment, Huang Quan has hired the best construction team, there are more than 20 people, and they are building scaffolding.

The head contractor looked at the towering twin towers, and asked Huang Quan in distress: "We have never seen such a tall building, and there are not so many materials to build it up to the sky. What should we do?"

"Ask the owner of this place."

Luo Hou was looking up at the workers at work, and said, "Is it high? Easy."

He straightened his feet, straightened his body, circulated the magic element from the clouds, pressed his left and right palms on the top of the twin towers, and pressed down.

Flutter.

Most of the Twin Towers were pushed down by him.

"Is this height okay?"

"Go, go, go!"

The head contractor was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out, and the workers who were building were even more frightened and screamed, but the Twin Towers only sank in front of them, without endangering their safety at all.

Huang Quan was silent.

Xu Xu clapped his hands and praised: "Mr. Wu is so powerful."

Just as Luo Hou was about to fall from the sky, suddenly the wind blew up and the thunder and lightning played together, making the ground tremble.

Following the sudden change in the weather, Shaohao cried loudly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Jun Manxi panicked and said: "Mr. Wu, Hao'er has never cried so hard before."

Thunder and lightning kept exploding above Luo Hou's head, and dark clouds rolled, sending a strange aura that didn't belong to a difficult situation.

"What is coming has finally come. It is the people of the dead country who are calling for Shaohao."

Jun Mansui immediately hugged the child tightly: "Jun Wu, you can't send Hao'er back to the country of death. I heard that there is only black and white, and it is a dead world."

Luo Hou listened to the voice of the Celestial Being in the sea of ​​thunder, he was bewitching Shaohao to return——

"Son of God, what are you waiting for?"

"A beautiful piece of music, only the people of the dead country can compose such a tragic beauty, have you heard it? Son of God~"

"When will the millennium story end?"

"Son of God, the most honorable Pi clan, the most ordinary Hu clan, and the humblest Pi clan, we are all waiting for you, waiting for your salvation."

"Come back and write a new story for the kingdom of the dead. This is your legend, because you are the real god of death."

Shaohao was still weeping loudly, and the sound of crying spread across the sky and spread to distant countries.

In this world, everyone has their own destiny.

The Son of God struggled hard to live his destiny, not hesitating to let Asura kill him, but he failed because he was alone and helpless.

Because he was a baby the whole time.

This time, regardless of his fate, regardless of his redemption, Luo Hou will return to heaven with one hand.

"Heaven of the Dead Kingdom, I will never let you bully him again, because he is no longer the son of your gods, he is the son of Wujun Luohu!"

This roar attracted more violent counterattacks, thunder and lightning roared, and the sky shook, playing the prologue of birth and death.

(End of this chapter)