Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 216: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Girl's Cultivation (3)

A quarter of an hour later, in the Purple Palace.

Song Yuesheng picked and chose, and finished telling her what Jun Yu had done in the mortal world. She felt so dry in the mouth that she quickly poured a few glasses of water to moisten her throat.

Because of the double soul lock, she poured water with her right hand and drank tea with her left hand.

It was Jun Yu who moved closer to Song Yuesheng because of the action of pouring water.

Jun Yu looked at the face so close to her, and a shy blush spread behind her ears.

too close.

He moved his fingertips and released a ray of magic power. The double soul locks seemed to sense the master's will. After a slight tremor, the restraints quietly dissipated.

Then he moved the stool several steps to the side, and moved it in a hurry, so he dropped it to the ground with a bang.

After hearing the voice, Song Yuesheng turned to look at him: "You..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Jun Yu quickly steadied himself, stood firm, covered his lips that were trembling slightly due to embarrassment, and coughed dryly to hide his panic.

"Since you already know about our past, I'm leaving." Song Yuesheng put down the teacup, stood up and was about to leave.

"Shengsheng, could you please not leave?" Jun Yu stood in front of her, his eyes lowered, his fingers nervously clutching his clothes.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor: "I'm sorry... Although I don't remember those things, it seems a little late to apologize. But I feel sad when you leave."

What an unexpected innocence.

Song Yuesheng couldn't help but pinched his face and smiled softly: "I didn't say I wouldn't come back. Jun Yu, if you don't get out of the way, my body will be the one left behind."

If it weren't for him, it wouldn't have taken two quarters of an hour longer than expected.

If we don’t find Yan Limo soon, there will be big problems in the Fifth Palace of the Netherworld.

"If I were also a bamboo monster, I would definitely learn your life and death spells." Jun Yu's face instantly turned red due to her touch, and he murmured softly to show his resistance.

Song Yuesheng pretended not to hear, walked a few steps past Jun Yu, then turned around to look at him.

"By the way, Jun Yu. If you feel bored, you can learn some music from the musicians at the Kagura Hall and have them play it for me when I come back."

Yan Limo might not stay with Song Zhiyan for too long, so it would take her some time to find him.

Find something for Jun Yu to do so that he won’t come to her suddenly.

A hint of doubt flashed in Jun Yu's eyes.

Piano music?

Why should he learn?

Suddenly, Jun Yu remembered that Song Yuesheng had just said that he had learned to play the zither, danced, and spent every night with her in the Fengyue Pavilion in the mortal world...

His face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple.

This, this, this...how can this be so disgraceful?

How could he be so presumptuous when he was going through so much hardship in the human world?

Fortunately, Shengsheng is the only one who knows about it.

……

Song Yuesheng left the Zichen Palace and searched for a long time before finally finding Yan Limo at the place where they had first arrived at the Ninth Heaven.

Without saying a word, she dragged him towards the forbidden land of the gods, passed through the divine seal mirror and came to the demon clan.

A scarlet shadow stood on the cliff in the distance.

Looks a bit lonely.

Song Yuesheng took a look, then used the Netherworld Umbrella to take Yan Limo back to the Palace of Yama.

Seeing Yan Limo suddenly appear at his position, Heibai Wuchang immediately knelt down and said, "Lord Yan Jun, I wonder where you have been doing business for the past three months? The memorials are almost piled up like a mountain."

"Yeah, why don't you call us two brothers?"

Yan Limo glared at Song Yuesheng and signaled with his eyes: Look at what you have done.

Song Yuesheng knew he was in the wrong, so he tried to make up for it: "Of course it was a tough ghost. That's why Lord Yan asked me, a little demon, to explore the way. Alas, after all, I am not from the Netherworld Department. I will die if I die, but it's different for you two. If I call you along, the Fifth Palace will be completely destroyed. Not to mention the other ghost messengers, Lord Yan loves you too much."

Yan Limo rubbed his arms uncomfortably.

Pretend.

If he was not the King of Hell, hearing her shout "Lord King of Hell" would definitely shorten his life.

Hei Wuchang burst into tears of gratitude: "So it turns out that you did this for us."

Not to be outdone, Bai Wuchang said, "We are willing to go through fire and water for you, sir. We will do anything for you."

When Song Yuesheng saw Yuan Le coming back and was about to leave, he heard the voice of Bai Wuchang.

"Miss Song, Lady Meng Po gave birth to a baby girl last month. The day before yesterday, she wanted to invite you to drink and celebrate, but you and Lord Yan Jun are going to catch evil spirits..."

Song Yuesheng was stunned and counted the time on his fingers.

It is indeed time.

She nodded to Bai Wuchang: "Thank you for letting me know."

The prepared gifts can finally be given away, and by the way, Fatty Orange can stay here for a while.

Meng Po's good deeds brought a lot of vitality to the dark Wangchuan River. Even the ghosts waiting in line for reincarnation were smiling. After taking the soup, they said auspicious words to Qiu Die.

Song Yuesheng saw that Qiu Die and her two subordinates were busy, and Ju Xiaopang was not there either.

She felt embarrassed to disturb them, so she placed the golden lock she had made and the skull whip she had bought from the ghost market next to the big pot of soup.

Of course, she went to a place with fewer ghosts and used magic to leave some words in a very small conch shell.

As long as a ghost is crushed, Qiu Die will know what she said.

After doing all this, Song Yuesheng opened the umbrella and went to the demon clan.

Sasha carried the sunken wood from the bottom of the Forgotten River, walked breathlessly to the pot of soup, and placed it under the pot.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something nearby, grabbed one with each hand, floated it into the air, and asked loudly, "Which ghost messenger dropped this?"

Qiu Die glanced up and ordered, "Okay, Shasha, make the soup. After sending these last people to the Reincarnation Mirror, I will send the lost items to the Lord of Hell's Palace. Lord of Hell will find the owner more easily than us."

"Yes, Master Mengpo."

Sasha floated down and put the things back on the ground.

She was about to pick up the big spoon when she heard a "crack" and something broke under her feet.

Sasha raised her foot to look, and suddenly a voice sounded in the air.

"Little Butterfly, congratulations to you and Doctor Xia on welcoming the cutest little girl in the world. May she live a peaceful life, accompanied by joy, and not be troubled by anything."

Qiu Die paused as she served the soup.

Xiao Song?

"I prepared these two gifts last year. The four of us took turns making the golden lock, hoping it would protect the little girl's health and safety."

"I bought the skull whip from the second-to-last shop at the southernmost end of the ghost market. The shop owner said that this whip has great magical power and can beat any ghost except the masters of the Ten Palaces. I hope it can protect your life."

Qiu Die couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Who would give weapons to a newborn baby?

"I have the Netherworld Umbrella, so I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it's real or not. If you try it and it's fake, go to the shop I mentioned with Doctor Xia and settle the account with the owner."

"Oh, by the way, I'll ask you to take care of Little Orange. When your daughter grows up and can take over Meng Po, and I've finished my work, we can travel freely around the world together!"

Qiu Die waited for a while and when she heard no sound, she put away the golden lock and skull whip.

She couldn't help but sigh.

Xiao Song, Xiao Song, that red-clothed umbrella spirit said that you want to kill Yun Yi and avenge Feng Zhi.

But the current Immortal Lord Yun Yi is no longer the original Song Zhiyan. What you want to do may not be accomplished, and you may not survive.

These words are clearly his last words.

Hearing the sigh, the female soul who took the soup was curious: "Why did Lady Mengpo sigh?"

Qiu Die smiled and said, "Because I have a friend who doesn't listen to advice and is anxious to die."

The female soul nodded in confusion, and before drinking the soup, she said, "Come to think of it, that voice mentioned an umbrella. I just saw a girl in green clothes holding an umbrella. Master Mengpo, is she your friend?"

"Yeah. Drink the soup quickly. The people behind are still waiting."

"oh oh."

The female soul quickly drank it all.

Hearing the female soul's words, Qiu Die lowered her eyes.

Since you are here, why don’t you shout?

She hasn't let Xiao Song meet her daughter Xiao Yue yet.

In life, eight out of ten things are not as we wish.

Why would I still have regrets after returning to Wangchuan Fentang, finding my lover and having my own home in the ghost market?