Chapter 1666

"What did you write?" His eyes were fixed on the schedule of the fifth year.

"I wrote..." The fifth read suddenly depressed, she forgot her simplified Chinese is no one knows.

Di Jun pursed his lips and laughed, "after dinner, I'll help you write."

"Good."

They get along with each other may be very flat, but it is the kind of life he wants.

Suddenly, he felt that he had lived for tens of thousands of years, but he did not know the joy of living.

After meeting fifth Nian, he realized in a trance that even in such an ordinary life, she was busy with her and he was busy with his. In the evening, he would get together to have dinner and chat, day after day and year after year.

Since the tea house was opened, the beggars' sect has gained income. It's really hard to support 300 or 400 people.

It's an expense to work in a teahouse when you are young and strong, to clean up when you are older, to stay at the beggars' sect, to cook, to take care of the soles of shoes, and to do some easy work.

As for the children of the beggars' sect, the older take the younger. Every day, they not only read and count, but also help the adults do some small jobs that they can.

Fifth Nian selects some human beings with spiritual power to cultivate his dark guard for Yan Xiang.

He swore to be loyal to Yan Xiang and only treated him as the master.

After the construction of the local government, the latest reform has not been implemented so quickly, and in the early stage, it was registered.

Naturally, there are many evil spirits who don't agree. They have been idle for many years and suddenly want to be controlled. Rao Shi can't accept it.

No power, no power, no ability of the ghost naturally twist thigh, silent compromise, heart also looking forward to more evil, more courage of the ghost.

It's just that they didn't wait.

Some days ago, the scene of Taiyi's killing was too shocking. Who dares to oppose Dijun's reform?

The ghosts are afraid of death, but the dead demons are not afraid.

What is a demon?

When a man dies, he will become a ghost. When a demon dies, he will also become a ghost. As for the mana, it can't be compared.

They don't dare to offend Dijun.

They have heard that most of the construction of the prefecture has been attributed to the fifth thought, so they can't swallow the evil spirit anyway.

We can only secretly find the best time, and then give her a good lesson to see the fifth reading of such a small human, dare to be presumptuous?

On this day, Dijun excitedly took the fifth Nian to the backyard, "where are you taking me?"

"The prefecture is almost built. I'll show you what needs to be improved. You can tell me again."

The fifth read and nodded, "well, good."

She always works from beginning to end. Since she wrote the plan herself, follow-up is also a job.

"Let's think about it again!"

The fifth read blankly, "what do you say?"

"Let's go together."

She didn't forget that when she first asked the owner of the underground whether his surname was Yan, the expression on di Jun's face was very serious, even with a little bit of defense. The feeling of being suspected by him was really a little uncomfortable.

Later, she deliberately avoided Yan and wanted to contact the hell.

"He doesn't have time, just the two of us!" Fifth read decisively refused.

Emperor Jun pursed his lips. For a moment, he felt uncomfortable.

He knew that Niannian took the day's affairs to heart, and could only nod dejectedly, "well, he is weak now, not suitable to go to such a gloomy place."

"Well."

Dijun lowers his head and holds the soft white hand of fifth Nian in his other hand. It's warm, but it can't warm his heart.

His thin and cool hands gush out a steady stream of aura, covering the whole body of the fifth thought, so that she can adapt to the natural Yin and cold here.

The fifth thought didn't refuse, which is much better than consuming one's own spiritual power.

"There is Yin and Yang road ahead. I have set up a fog according to your instructions. If you are not really dead, it is very difficult to reach the realm of hell."

"Well."

"So keep up with me, or you won't find your way."

"Good."

"Niannian, I have never doubted your intention. At that time, you asked if the person in charge of the underworld was Yan. I was just a little confused."

"I understand."

Clearly feel closer, the next second there will always be something to pull the two of them far away.

The newly built underground mansion is not big. There are rockeries, flowing water, pavilions and courtyards. There are even Naihe bridge, Wangchuan River and 18 floors of hell. Each floor of hell has its own name and punishes those who make mistakes in their lifetime.

At this time, the river is just a small river, not as magnificent as she saw later.

"This river is made by using the ribbon left by Pangu. It has the effect of washing all evils. The size of this river will be determined by the amount of washing evils.""No wonder." She whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

After crossing the river, you can see an arch bridge made of Han stone and white jade.

Although there is no ghost's foot, here is already gloomy.

"The reincarnation of ghosts will be arranged soon, but the Mengpo soup you mentioned has not been developed well. The formula has been available in fairyland for a long time, but it is not suitable for human beings. The effect is so fierce that human beings will become fools if they drink it. The specific formula is still being studied."

"If you don't, look for someone named Mengpo. Maybe if you find her, everything will be solved?"

Emperor Jun does not speak, motionless looking at her.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"You seem to know a lot of things I don't know."

"Yes, is it?"

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to tell me one day, it won't be too late." Although she has a secret, it's really sad to keep it from herself.

"Well, look for it first!"