After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

After grinding his teeth for a while, Aruna reluctantly turned his gaze toward the gate of the Qingjing Temple.

The gate was open, revealing the gates and walls of the temples outside, as well as the occasional faceless monk.

Arona wanted to go out.

Zhou Yan is still weak, and he has no ability to resist me.

Once Zhou Yan's awakening level is high enough, he will be a god who can directly confront Zhu Jiuyin, and A Luo An will never be able to defeat him.

But we can't get out.

The present outside the door is frozen, the future is nonexistent, and the past is destroyed.

Only within the Qingjing Temple, where Zhou Yan broke the deadlock, could a sliver of the future flow. Therefore, once outside, Aroan would be frozen in the present, like an insect trapped in amber, remaining unchanged for thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of years.

I felt anxious, flustered, and somewhat angry.

How could my beloved Baymax just leave like this!

I finally managed to revive, can't Baymax stay with me a little longer? ″。′♀＇←〉

When people begin to feel disappointed, their expectations decrease in a step-like manner.

For example, Zhou Yan has run away now, and it's unknown when he will return. Arona originally wanted to keep Zhou Yan by her side, but now she thinks that it's fine if Zhou Yan runs away, as long as he can come to see her a few times a day.

Then you just need to come see yourself a few times a week.

Now, I only need to visit myself a few times a month.

If all else fails, we can always communicate from outside the Qingjing Mosque.

Arona sniffed.

The girl's lingering gaze left the entrance of the Qingjing Temple, and she returned to her monk's cell with her head down.

Go to sleep. Sleeping will make you forget all your emotions. Maybe when you wake up, your beloved Big White will be sitting on your bedside like it has been for hundreds of years, asking if you want something to eat and telling you some interesting stories about life.

Arona returned to his room, sat down on the bed, and was about to lie down when suddenly he felt something, and Arona's expression changed.

……

Outside the Qingjing Mosque.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and used his full range of vision.

There's something wrong with Aruna, and Zhou Yan definitely doesn't want to make contact with her. Therefore, using the Eye of the Future, which can simulate the future, to make contact with Aruna is the most appropriate option.

Zhou Yan, who was in the distance, walked into the Qingjing Temple and arrived at Aruna's monk's room. However, as soon as he entered, Aruna, who was inside the monk's room, gave a cold smile.

The view stretched as far as the eye could see, as if someone had poured a bucket of ink on it, instantly turning it black. (8)

Zhou Yan opened his eyes. Five

The expansive view was forcibly interrupted. Seven

Arona had been with him for hundreds of years in his previous life, so Ji Mu must know that. However, Zhou Yan did not expect that Arona would actually have a way to stop Ji Mu from spying on him.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta..."

Footsteps came from inside the gate of the Qingjing Mosque and then stopped.

Zhou Yan, standing in a corner outside the Qingjing Mosque, saw Aruna appear at the mosque's entrance. Aruna's red eyes were fixed on him, her chin slightly raised, a look of delight on her face.

But Arona's lips were both upturned and downturned, as if he was very happy inside but didn't want others to know that he was happy, so he forcibly suppressed his natural emotions on his face.

"Big White..." Part Two

Inside the Qingjing Mosque, Aroan's voice, like his expression, trembled with a hint of joy, yet held a firm restraint, giving Zhou Yan an inexplicable feeling that this guy was acting like a child trying to sound like an adult.

"Is there something you can't solve and you need my help?" Liu

As a white-haired dragon who had followed the previous generation of Bai Ze for hundreds of years, Alona knew very well that if a Bai Ze like Zhou Yan was willing to come to her door after running away, it must be because he needed something from her.

Zhou Yan's lips moved, but he remained silent.

Zhou Yan wanted to learn about Zhu Jiuyin from Arona, but that guy Arona...

Last time, they almost kidnapped me.

Aroan, behind the gate of the Qingjing Temple, opened his arms.

"Give me a hug, and I'll forgive you for running away before."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Forget it, I might as well die again.

Zhou Yan walked towards the Qingjing Mosque. After arriving at the main gate, he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Contrary to Zhou Yan's expectations, there was no feeling of being controlled. Arona, behind the door, continued to stretch out her arms like a child waiting for a hug.

Zhou Yan walked up to Arona and hugged the child.

Perhaps it was because the Nine-Colored Deer had fed Mu Chongba and Su Xiaowan so well when they were with him. When Zhou Yan held Su Xiaowan, Mu Chongba and the Nine-Colored Deer felt that the three children were so fleshy and soft, and felt so tender to the touch.

The girl in front of him, Arona, was so thin that Zhou Yan felt he could wrap his arm around her waist.

She's frighteningly thin.

Aro wrapped his arms around Zhou Yan's waist and exhaled a breath of slightly cold air onto Zhou Yan's clothes.

"It's so warm."

Arona rested her face against Zhou Yan's chest.

Zhou Yan reached out and touched the white hair on the back of Aroan's head.

Arona, who was being touched, showed a comfortable expression.

"Dabai?"

"Ok?"

“舒服吗？”

“Hmm…” = ○∶‖ Willow” ○ Umbrella / Thoughts [Erjue Liu:…]

"You can touch it every day."

This child is quite adorable when he's being well-behaved.

Chapter Thirteen: Mount Buzhou

The Abyss Underworld, the fiftieth level, the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

The imperial carriage carrying the young Yama arrived at the gate of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

There are two reliefs of deities at the city gate. As soon as Little Yama arrived, the two reliefs grabbed the iron chains in their hands and pulled the city gate open outward with a "creak".

A strong aura of yin energy was spewed out towards Little Yama.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead is a rare city in the abyss of the underworld, once inhabited by the gods of the underworld. However, like the place where the Great Emperor of Fengdu now resides, this city is no longer inhabited by the gods and ghosts. When Little Yama first found this city, all he saw was an empty and desolate place.

Only some powerful restrictions remain, and even a true god who enters this place, but is not a deity of the underworld, will perish.

But Little Yama is a deity of the underworld, and a very high one at that. Therefore, after Little Yama sent his own underworld patrol carriage into the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the place was quiet and silent, with only the occasional gust of cold wind blowing around.

The imperial carriage soon stopped in front of a wall with a plaque above the gate that read "Hall of Yama".

As the young Yama King got out of the car, the gates of the "Yama Palace" opened by themselves.

Little Yama entered the gate of the Nine Yama Palace. Inside the gate was a spacious front courtyard. Following the three front courtyards, Little Yama arrived at the largest palace, named the "Hall of Punishing Evil".

The palace gate was not closed, but half-open. When Little Yama arrived, the gate opened automatically, revealing Chi You lying on the ground, not breathing.

The little Yama outside the door had a ghostly green light in his eyes.

As Chi You lay on the ground, his flesh and blood began to slowly become transparent, until finally only a ball of golden flame remained, burning in the void.

Chi You's spirit still exists.

The physical body can be discarded when a true god is resurrected, but the soul is irreplaceable.

Little Yama snapped his fingers, and countless ethereal chains appeared from the darkness, approaching Chi You and locking his soul in place.

Although it's unknown whether this can stop Lu Wu from resurrecting Chi You, this is all Little Yama can do now.

After seeing Chi You, Little Yama went to the Fuxie Hall next door. The hall was also open. Without even going to the front of the hall, Little Yama could see Zhao Wenhe lying on the ground, talking incessantly.

The empress was also lost in her dreams, engaging in verbal battles with countless censors and civil officials of the Xilin Party.

"...The people are confused..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill them all for me!"

"Duke Anguo! How dare you do this!"

"Hahahaha, good, good! Everyone says that a 'Linjiangxian' has come to the West Garden, and her rendition of 'Liang Zhu' is unparalleled in the world. Truly remarkable..."

The little Yama outside had a strange expression on his face.

She seemed to have heard from the God of Literature that when Zhao Wenhe was still the emperor, he kept many male concubines, which is why there are many stories about Zhao Wenhe's romantic entanglements in unofficial histories.

Some people have detailed accounts of a young male singer from the West Garden being summoned to Zhao Wenhe's bedchamber to serve him. The strongest evidence is that this young male singer died after singing a few songs for Zhao Wenhe.

Historical records state that he died while burning charcoal during a bitterly cold winter.

During the Taisho era, high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital often used charcoal for heating. However, burning charcoal could lead to carbon monoxide poisoning, resulting in waves of deaths among these officials and their children every winter.

It's not surprising that this young master died in the charcoal fire; in fact, it's quite normal. But judging from Zhao Wenhe's words, it seems this young master really did have an affair with the current emperor.

It's possible that some of the emperor's close attendants felt this was an insult to the royal family's dignity, and then killed the young minister.

Interesting, really interesting. — Lin

Chi You and Lu Wu are in some danger. Little Yama plans to leave a clone in the Yama Palace and not leave. Therefore, he needs to find some fun to pass the long time.

Little Yama moved a chair over and sat down next to Zhao Wenhe, eating melon seeds while listening to Zhao Wenhe talk.

As he listened, Little Yanjun thought that he might be able to write a novel called "The Erotic Tale of the Empress" later on, specifically about Zhao Wen and the Empress's romantic entanglements back then.

Then he showed it to Zhou Yan first, asking Zhou Yan to provide some more detailed information.

Oh, by the way, what is Zhou Yan doing right now?

……

Lingshan, Qingjing Temple, Alona Meditation Room.

Arona sat in a chair, his two bare feet dangling on the ground.

Zhou Yan stood behind Arona and combed her hair.

Arona felt Zhou Yan carefully combing and tying her hair, and said with a touch of nostalgia.

"When I first came out, I couldn't fly and didn't know anything. I went out with you, Da Bai, every day. By night, my fur was all clumps up. You would clean my fur before eating, Da Bai."

Zhou Yan tied Arona's hair into a very pretty single ponytail.

"Only then will you take me out to eat. Da Bai, it's like you know exactly what I like to eat. Every day you prepare different dishes for me, but I like them all. Sometimes I can even finish the soup from the meat you cook, and then lie on a rock with my big belly, panting."

In Zhou Yan's mind, a palm-sized white-haired dragon lay on a rock with a big belly, exhaling air into the air and burping.

Wu is quite cute.

Arona laughed heartily.

"When I'm older, Da Bai, you still like to take me to the human world. You like to dress up as a feng shui master and take your granddaughter around to choose burial sites and feng shui for wealthy families."

Liu Zhouyan paused.

Bai Ze offers feng shui consultations and selects burial sites...

Zhou Yan hesitated.

"Am I doing a good deed?"

"I am mocking," said Aruna.

Jue said, “Where? Da Bai, the feng shui of the burial sites you found for people back then was all strange. Some people had many descendants, but none of them were actually related to the family. Some people received a windfall, but they were too old to eat or drink. The money they received was only good for a grand funeral.”

"There are also people who are born with exceptional talent, able to compose lyrics and write articles with ease, but when they reach middle age, their talent is taken away by you, Da Bai."

Zhou Yan: "..."

That really is Bai Ze's style.

Zhou Yan stopped, and Arona's hair had already been tied up by Zhou Yan.