After this war, the stones pressing on everyone's body finally landed on the ground.

Zhiyang returned to the court, and Minghao prepared a dinner for the soldiers in the army.

Sitting at the banquet, Zhiyang was holding the fine wine from the underworld in his hand, looking at the enchanting figures of the beauties in the underworld, and couldn't help but smile.

If I were a man, it would be hard not to be moved when I saw such a beauty standing in front of me.

"Azhi, this rebellion of Luosha is thanks to you!"

Ming Hao, sitting on the high platform, turned slightly slanted, raised the wine glass in his hand, with a little tenderness in his eyes, looking at Zhiyang below, although he was grateful, he was more gentle.

Looking at Ming Hao's face, Zhiyang was slightly stunned, and he felt a little panicked, not knowing whether it was his own illusion.

After calming down, he quickly picked up the wine glass in front of him and stood up in the direction of Ming Hao. He had a plain and decent smile on his face. Against the backdrop of the white robe and silver armor on his body, he showed his glory and glory.

"Brother Minghao is teasing me. Emperor Jing Qian is my sister. To put it bluntly, I am also half a member of the underworld. I should have contributed to the underworld. After my brother said this, I saw it."

Zhiyang smiled gently, and his eyes floated to Jing Qian on the side of Minghao from time to time. His gentle face suddenly became a little playful, with both eyebrows and eyes smiling, like a child who was asking for a reward, innocent and cute.

"Hahaha!" Ming Hao smiled and strode to Zhiyang, without any hesitation or concern. He directly took Zhiyang's hand and pulled Zhiyang to the platform.

Although Zhiyang was a little shocked, he did not let Ming Hao down in front of many civil and military officials of the Underworld. He let him hold his hand, and his face was a little red left behind in shock.

Jing Qian followed Ming Hao quietly. Brother and sister have been together for many years, so why didn’t she understand what her brother meant?

"Today, Marshal Azhi returns to victory, and I hold a banquet here. From now on, Marshal Azhi walks in the Nine Netherworld Palace. It is as if I have seen me, I hope all the families will know!"

"yes!"

After saying that, Zhiyang looked at Ming Hao beside him with doubts.

Zhiyang never thought of staying in the underworld. This time, he helped him just to give Jing Qian and his sister a favor. Now Ming Hao's actions and the treatment and rewards he gave were not like a victorious marshal, but like... like a future queen, which made Zhiyang a little at a loss.

Ming Hao deliberately avoided Zhiyang's eyes, took the lead in picking up the wine presented by the waiter, and raised his glass with the ministers to celebrate the victory.

Why didn’t Ming Hao understand the meaning in Zhiyang’s eyes? He just didn’t want to believe it.

This was the case a thousand years ago. Ming Hao had thought about the reason for Luo Yuan. After all, Zhiyang and Luo Yuan met since childhood, and they worshiped each other under the throne of Lingbao Tianzun. How could the friendship between senior brothers and sisters be comparable to others?

During the night banquet in the Nine Netherworld, it seems to be happy and peaceful on the surface, but everyone has different feelings in their hearts.

After singing and dancing, there was nothing in the Jiuyou Hall that could make Zhiyang interested. Looking at the ministers who were drinking and chatting in the audience, Zhiyang felt even more lonely.

This is the underworld, and everyone is very nice to themselves, but this is not their own home.

But then I thought about it, thousands of years have passed, and the world and wilderness are quietly changing. When will I ever have a home again?

"Oh."

This smile makes me laugh at myself for being infatuated, am innocent, and am greedy for old things...

While no one saw it, Zhiyang walked away a pot of wine on the table, sneaked out of the hall and came to the roof.

After all, the underworld is different from all over the world. There is no clear distinction between day and night here; the sky is always black, and green light passes through the air, and an unusual mystery is covered in the cool night.

"This underworld...is still as dull as it was a thousand years ago..."

Zhiyang was half lying on his spine, his silver armor had been removed, and his originally delicate bun was also untied. His hair was hanging casually behind him, flying gently with the night wind in the underworld.

With his jade hand turned, he raised his head slightly, and a pot of fine wine slowly flowed down. The wine from the stream fell on the white clothes, accompanied by the light in the sky, and the whole person had another unruly style.

"Little fox, little fox, why did you find me back? It would be great if it dissipated in the three realms, and you wouldn't meet him again..."

Zhiyang stared at the light in the sky and began to murmur in a low voice. His bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his jade-like face was also stained with a crimson.

He raised his head and drank, not knowing when the wine pot in his hand was empty. Zhiyang slowly got up and shook the wine pot in his hand, "What? Why is there any wine?"

He swung his hand and let the wine pot slide down the roof, and then another pot of wine appeared in the palm of Zhiyang's palm.

"That's right. I'm happy today and I'll have to drink!"

"Dry!"

I don’t know what I thought of, but Zhiyang suddenly smiled on his face. Unlike the quiet and plainness of the past, he became more playful and comfortable. When he put down the wine in his hand, he saw two lines of tears on his fair face.

Zhiyang's eyes fixedly looked north, and she knew that it was the direction of Qingqiu.

"From the moment I left the Temple of Sui, I was learning to forget you... But this time, why did you appear in my mind again? You should have forgotten..."

"I should hate you... Why, why can't I forget you..."

"A Yuan...I'm so tired..."

From the prison of the nine heavens where light and dark overlap, there was a trace of blood in the air, and another scene was in the gloomy and fear.

The Nine-Level Daily Prison has been here for thousands of years...

"Did you see it? That, but Emperor Luoyuan."

"Emperor Luoyuan?"

"I heard that the witch Zhiyang was hiding, so I was locked up here."

"No, Emperor Luoyuan killed the witch back then?"

"Shhh...who knows what's going on here?"

The two heavenly soldiers chatted without saying a word, and from time to time they looked into the prison.

"Captain Yingsu, please--"

Ying Su, wearing a purple robe, walked into the prison with her head held high. The two heavenly soldiers who were still chatting just now stopped talking, and looked at Ying Su with her head down quickly, bowed and retreated aside.

Yingsu didn't care about the two small heavenly soldiers, and walked straight into the depths without looking back.

Goodbye Luo Yuan, he no longer had the glory of the past. His white robe was stained with blood marks; his slender hands were imprisoned by iron chains, and he knelt in prison. His ink-like black hair covered his handsome face, and from a distance, he looked indifferently with a little brokenness...

Ying Su stood in the place where Luo Yuan was imprisoned. Now he was tortured so much that he didn't say a word, and his whole body was surprisingly quiet.

"Do you still refuse to say it?"

Ying Su looked at it for a long time, slowly raised her hand, opened the lock in front of her, and walked step by step to Luo Yuan.

"Ha, what do you want to say?"

"Isn't it ridiculous to see the Emperor Luo Yuan, who once looked down on the Three Realms, now trapped in the Heavenly Prison?"

"Is it ridiculous? I think it's not bad now. The more you torture me, the less you don't know her whereabouts."

"So, I won't torture you today."

Luo Yuan paused, but did not look up.

"Zhiyang assisted the Lord of the Underworld, led the soldiers of the Underworld to quell the rebellion of Luosha, and personally killed the commander of Luosha, Yao Da."

When Luo Yuan heard this, he finally opened his eyes slightly, but he did not look up at Ying Su, but just looked at the ground in front of him, silent.

"Emperor Luoyuan, this is the witch you protect. It really gave you a great gift to the world and the world."

Luo Yuan then raised his eyes, looked at Ying Su in front of him, then smiled slightly, and saw the cruel and viciousness on Ying Su's face.

Her elegant and noble face finally showed her most realistic and ugly appearance.

Luo Yuan knew what he was going to face, and his eyes turned cold and said slowly: "I can't understand a word you said. The witch you said died eight hundred years ago..."

At this time, Luo Yuan was still protecting Zhiyang. The anger and hatred that Ying Su had suppressed for a long time came overwhelmingly. Now she just wanted to catch Zhiyang and take him to Luo Yuan, and execute him with one knife and one sword.

"I refuse to hand you over to the hands of the Heavenly Lord because I don't want you to die. After so many years, you only have that bitch Zhiyang in your heart. You have never looked at me at first sight! Just when I thought everything was about to end, she was not dead! Luo Yuan, I gave you a choice, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong way!"

Yingsu squatted down and grabbed Luo Yuan's pale face with one hand. His eyes were like a wolf, staring at Luo Yuan's face, like a mad dog, saying every word.

"Hahaha, do you think Zhiyang really loves you? She will soon be the queen of the Underworld. Let's see you again, but now, living every day humbly like a dog."

At this moment, Luo Yuan seemed to have blood solidified all over his body, like walking in the wind and snow at night, his firm eyes began to tremble, and he couldn't believe it was true.

"So what? I just hope she can live a good life." His voice was extremely gentle, and every word was carefully.

Yingsu didn't expect Luo Yuan to say such words, and he raised his head in despair and laughed: "Hahaha, Luo Yuan, you are a madman, a madman living in your imagination! You never know what others want, it's just that you impose what you expect on others!"

Luo Yuan didn't say anything, but fell into silence.

It seems that he has never considered Zhiyang's idea... Qiannian and Yingsu made a marriage contract, and for the sake of so-called protection, he killed her with his own hands until she was reborn. He wanted to tie her to his side...

Why is this happening?

Did you really do something wrong?

"It turns out that it's really me... I've never stood beside her..."

In an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Luo Yuan's mouth, and the cold and noble Emperor Luo Yuan knelt in the Nine-level Tiantian Prison.

At this moment, he was like a mirror, broken, without a trace of glory. He was no longer as cold as before, but replaced by endless resentment and regret.

Ying Su has been by Luo Yuan for thousands of years, and she understands his personality the most, especially the crazy love for Zhiyang. As long as she grasps Luo Yuan's pain, she will lose her former rationality.

Ying Su smiled proudly as Luo Yuan was forced to lose his soul by himself.

Indeed, the matter about Zhiyang becoming the Lord of the Underworld was made up by himself, but so what could it be? As long as Luo Yuan believed him and immersed him in this anger and regret.

After achieving his goal, he had no reason to stay in the prison again. He glanced at Luo Yuan next to him and turned around and left.

When the prison was locked again that day, Yingsu stopped and curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

"You said, if Zhiyang knew that you were in the Heavenly Prison, would she save you?"
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