The video connects all worlds, and the top ten Monkey Kings are counted at the beginning

Blood oozed from his forehead, his bones were shattered, and his flesh festered.

Looking into the soul again, it has already dissipated.

Yang Po, as early as at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he lost his life because Chen Xiang split the mountain to save his mother!

This scene shocked everyone in the formation, and also shocked the heavens and the world.

"What a cruel heart!"

"It turns out that Yang Chi died when Chen Xiang split Huashan."

"The uncle who killed himself to save his mother, what a good nephew!"

"The ax in front of Chen Xiang has killed more than half of his life. In addition, the universe bowl was split, and Yang Chi's soul was completely destroyed."

"If it ended like this, it would be considered lucky for Yang Po, but why..."

For a long time, people could not let go of this truth that had not been revealed at the beginning.

Since he had already died in Kunlun Mountains, why did he come back to life and suffer those injustices?

While the heavens and worlds were discussing, there was a tinge of paleness in the sky on Kunlun Mountain.

But there was a sigh:

"The body is long gone...but why do you still have the feeling of heart?"

"Consciousness chooses to give up. At the time of death, there is only a wish that cannot be given up. Such a strong desire is not for survival, but just to know the result. Maybe, I also want to see the relatives who are guarded by Guan Ai?"

"It turns out that in this world, there are still people who are as lonely, painful, and... right-tempered as me."

The voice sounded slowly, long and vast, as if it came from ancient times.

In the end, it turned into a soft sigh, "Forget it, let this boy have what I don't have, and let's live happily."

As soon as the voice fell, a gentle force descended, enveloping Yang Zhan.

Suddenly, the voice changed, stern, resentful, and many emotions surged out.

"But that woman!"

"Western Queen!"

Amidst the stern shouting, paleness soared into the sky.

The direction she was going was actually the holy land of Yaochi above the nine heavens!

"It was God Kunlun who saved him!"

Chen Xiang, Nezha and others in the formation reacted instantly.

But at this time, the heavens and the worlds were shocked beyond words.

"Who is this?"

"Kunlun God? I've never heard of it, but it's so powerful!"

"The violence and madness shown at that moment just now seemed to swallow people up."

"Such a great god has something to do with the Queen Mother?"

"That woman didn't do anything, did she?"

"Looking at the whereabouts of the God of Kunlun, it seems that God has settled accounts with the Queen Mother of the West."

People from all heavens and myriad realms had never heard of such a great god, and seeing this scene at this moment, they all became curious.

But after all, this is Yang Zha's inventory, what the Kunlun God does in heaven, and what relationship it has with the Queen Mother, will not be too much ink.

In the pictures taken by the heavens, with the departure of Kunlun God, the picture dimmed again.

When it lights up again, it has become the completed mansion of Liu Family Village.

This is Yang Chi who was brought back to Liu's house and placed in the woodshed.

This happened three years ago, which indicated that they were about to get out of trouble.

In the formation, no matter Sanshengmu or Nezha Chang'e and the others felt relieved.

"Okay, okay, at least going back to Chen Xiang's house will last until we go back, won't it?" Long Si comforted everyone uncertainly.

A long time ago, they had each made up their minds that they would definitely treat Yang Po well after they left, and make up for all their past debts.

Fairy Bai Hua nodded in agreement, "At least I won't be bullied by those evil beggars anymore, at least... At least I have enough food and clothing..."

"That's right, so the second master can wait for us to go back, and we can go to the second master in more than three years. I'll go to ask Guanyin, the Buddha... No, the second master doesn't like to beg for help. Brother, what should we do? "

The Meishan brothers spoke incoherently, as if they were looking for comfort for themselves.

"Second brother is here, everything will be fine, right... We can find him when we go back, right..." San Shengmu tried to force a smile, so that she could at least feel more at ease in her heart.

Chang'e outside the mirror nodded and comforted, "Third sister, Zhenjun will be fine here."

Seeing Yang poke back home, they were relieved, at least here, he won't suffer too much bullying.

People from all over the world naturally heard the conversation of several people at this moment.

Although I don't want to admit it when I think of their indifferent attitude towards Yang Zha at that time, it is indeed much safer in Liu's house than outside.

At that time, Yang Chi was living outside, and even Xiao Tudi had to stand up and spit.

At Liu's, at least it's better than begging outside.

At first, everyone thought so.

But soon, such thoughts disappeared as the plot progressed.

On the first day of Yang Chi's stay, servants came to deliver the meals.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Sanshengmu secretly rejoiced.

Xiaoyu on the side shook her head and said, "No, they didn't treat him well. I found out, but I didn't care..."

After hearing this, San ShengMu immediately became worried.

Sure enough, the two servants in charge of taking care of Yang Lu were more respectful at first, but after a long time, after finding out the master's attitude towards the patient, they became unscrupulous.

Every day the service is getting more and more perfunctory, the words on the mouth are getting worse every day, and the food delivered is even worse.

Sanshengmu looked at all this and blamed herself in grief, "For three whole years, did the second brother live in such a house for three years?"

This soliloquy was heard by people in all heavens and myriad realms, and they felt extremely ridiculous.

"Yang has lived here for three years. This woman hasn't even looked at her a few times, has she?"

"It turned out that she didn't even know how Yang Po was treated."

"Now I know the suffering, why didn't I think about it before."

"For three years, let a person face the beam of the house, and there is no one to speak. What is the difference between this and prison."

Thinking carefully about the meaning behind Yang Po being locked up in the woodshed for three years, people feel shuddering.

The San Shengmu in the mirror did not dare to look into the eyes of the second brother, for fear of touching the guilt in his heart.

But in the ear, the servant's conversation still came in.

"We are unlucky. We are assigned to serve a paralyzed man. Others will be rewarded for everything. We are good. We don't have any extra money."

"It's okay, live a more leisurely life, but you have less money. Have you heard that the wife and the young master are both gods, and this person used to be the same. I think he can't die if he starves for two days. Why don't we share the money?"

"It takes so long to eat every meal, annoying!"

"Hey, look at brother, it will be like this from now on."

Sentences of dialogue came to the ears, and San Shengmu finally couldn't help it, and gently opened her eyes.

What came into view was a servant who grabbed Yang Po's jaw, forcibly opened his mouth, squeezed the food into balls and stuffed it in forcefully.

Regardless of whether Yang Zha swallowed it or not, he stuffed all the rice into it.

"Hey, it's better to do it this way, but next time, let's change it to porridge, so it's easier to drink."

After finishing their work, the two servants left the room contentedly.

The faces of Chen Xiang and Xiao Yu in the mirror have turned pale.

Outside the mirror, Brother Meishan was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were red.

Nezha tightly held the Qiankun circle in his hand, and because of anger, he slammed into the Fuxi water mirror, wishing he could smash the two people in the mirror to death.

It's a pity that the circle of Qiankun bounced off with only a little spark, and the Fuxi water mirror didn't move at all, let alone the servants inside.

In the next two days, the servants brought porridge over, no matter whether it was hot or cold, no matter whether it would choke Yang poke or not, they poured it all at once, and the task was considered completed.

For more than ten days, the only thing they did was pour porridge, and they never brought Yang Po a glass of water.

Yang Chi, whose body was completely (babe) crippled, endured all the abuse in silence, the pride in his eyes never faded.

"Grass! I'm so aggrieved!"

"Huluo Plain was bullied by dogs, these two servants who are like dogs, really deserve to die!"

"I can't take it anymore! The old man is going to Liu's Village now!"

"I'm going to kill these two lowly slaves!"

"The majestic and holy monarch, the former judicial god, was bullied like this in his own home?"

"Liu Yanchang's family is a dog!"

"He also said that this place is better than the outside, how good is this tm!"

When they saw what happened to Yang Po in the photo, countless people from all over the world felt that deep resentment had accumulated in their hearts, and they could no longer calm down.

In this world, there are many people who have murderous intentions.

In the past, they also sneered at Yang Zha's notorious reputation, but after the inventory of the Lotus Lantern World and this world, no one would look down on Yang Zha anymore.

Now, it is even more respectful from the bottom of my heart.

But such a hero is bullied by two lowly servants, how can this be tolerated?

People grow and hate water, and the east world is the temple of justice.

Chen Xiang looked at the barrage that wanted to vent his anger on Yang, and his expression became a little moved

"Uncle, have you seen that your grievances will be cleared up."

He was talking to himself, and the scene when he first came out of the battle emerged in his mind.

The two servants were already dead, fed to death by him.

In the moon palace, the photo in front of Chang'e was playing, but her eyes were fixed on her white hands.

In his hand was a piece of white silk that was no longer clean.

Looking at this piece of white silk, Chang'e slightly raised the corners of her mouth, seemingly smiling, but her eyes were full of pain and regret.

"It's not just his servants who bullied him. Why are we still living in this world when they are dead?"

While staring, she was in a daze, her eyes lifeless.

In the photo taken by the heavens, San ShengMu was on one side, watching the treatment Yang Zai suffered, watching his body fluctuate from hot to cold, his throat trembling from porridge choking, but because of his frail body, he couldn't even cough out.

In the damp and dark hut, a few mice crawled out smelling the porridge, sniffing and picking around.

Yang Chi lay in such an environment, like a warm corpse.

"If I came to see him, if I came to see him...we didn't even come to see him!" San Shengmu looked at Yang Zha's situation, recalled that her second brother was still obsessed with cleanliness, she could no longer hold back her tears, and decided to Flow down like a dike.

Xiaoyu didn't know when she buried her head in Chen Xiang's arms, her shoulders trembled.

At this moment, no one spoke.

Chang'e, who was outside the mirror, couldn't bear to close her eyes.

Suddenly, Xiaoyu smiled miserably, raised her head and said, "I've been here, I've been here... Look, I'm coming soon."

She was half-mad as she spoke.

Chen Xiang wanted to hug her distressedly, but was ruthlessly pushed away.

Not knowing what to think of, Xiaoyu walked to the lying body obsessively, and gently lay down on his chest.

This once warm chest is now only cold, convulsed, and convulsed.

Xiaoyu could feel Yang Chi's hard breathing, and could feel the pain of the broken and torn muscles under the broken ribs.