Vol 5 Chapter 73: acquaintances in the underworld

Vol 5 Chapter 73: acquaintances in the underworld

After hearing this, Duanmu Qingchen revealed joy in his eyes: "Father! Really!"

When Emperor Cheng heard Duanmu Qingchen's father, his heart overflowed with sweetness, and his heart became relaxed and comfortable. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, he looked at Duanmu Qingchen softly, and waved to him: "Come on, let's have a good chat today."

Seeing that Emperor Cheng's attitude had changed drastically, Duanmu Qingchen felt a little uneasy. Normally quite bold, he always throws away memorials to Emperor Cheng in anger, but now he becomes cautious.

He also put away the always cynical expression on his face, and sat beside Emperor Cheng.

Emperor Cheng looked at the calm lake in front of him under the autumn moon: "Have you seen Sanniang before going to Jiumen?"

Hearing these words, Duanmu Qingchen's heart was agitated, his father actually mentioned Sanniang! With so many people in the Nine Gates, he actually only mentioned Sanniang! Could it be...

This is the rhythm of gossip!

Duanmu Qingchen looked carefully at Emperor Cheng: "Father, do you... know Sanniang?"

Emperor Cheng's face was calm, and he turned to look at Duanmu Qingchen: "I've seen it before, tell me... no, it's for my father, are you fascinated by San Niang?"

Duanmu Qingchen's beautiful peach blossom eyes opened wide immediately, and a flash of thought flashed in his mind, and he shook his head immediately: "Sanniang... is pretty, but... still not as interesting as Miss Lian." When Duanmu Qingchen mentioned Lian Youyou, The smile has been raised uncontrollably.

Emperor Cheng's face darkened: "So, you're infatuated with that Miss Lian?"

Duanmu Qingchen was startled, and in an instant, Heiyan's warning words crossed his heart, like a cold knife on the back of his neck.

He secretly took a breath: "Hiss...Father, Miss Lian... makes me a little scared... I guess... I prefer to be with her... the feeling of being friends. I never thought of marrying her as a concubine." He looked at His own father became emperor, and tried to test how much his father allowed him to have a relationship with Lian Youyou.

When Emperor Cheng saw the awe-inspiring expression in his son's eyes, he immediately felt relieved. Sure enough, he thought too much, his son was not as obsessed with the nine women as he was back then.

He smiled gratifiedly and proudly, and nodded to Duanmu Qingchen: "I'm afraid you're right. Father can tell, Sanniang..." Cheng Di paused, and there was still uncontrollable pain in his heart, "It's already It's two hundred years old."

Duanmu Qingchen was dumbfounded immediately: "Father, what are you talking about? Daddy?!" Duanmu Qingchen's expression looked like the second generation ancestor of a rich family.

Emperor Cheng sighed softly, turned his face and looked into the distance again: "The Nine Gates will be yours sooner or later, don't be infatuated with any woman in the Nine Gates, because...they...are not human. And that Lian Youyou...don't even know what her identity is... "Emperor Cheng frowned, already showing awe.

If Yao Guang's words are true, and this Lian Youyou is the true **** of the upper realm descended to earth, then he is not something he can offend! As Yao Guang said, even if he is the reincarnation of the star king Ziweixing, if he reaches the sky, what if Lian Youyou's **** rank is higher than him?

Emperor Cheng suddenly became depressed. This Yao Guang, how did he invite a **** into the door?

Duanmu Qingchen stared blankly at Chengdi's reminiscing expression, secretly surprised in his heart. The Sanniang I had a crush on at the beginning was actually two hundred years old! Moreover, it is not human!

He sighed and looked back, and silently turned his face away. In fact, Lian Youyou is not a human thing, he already knew it.

How can a person have a talking black cat?

How could people lead them to see the underworld?

How could a person fit nine doors into a hut that looked like the size of a latrine?

However, Duanmu Qingchen never thought about Lian Youyou's identity, or... what race? Since he likes it in his heart, why should he care? What he sighed bitterly was that he was not worthy of such a miraculous woman as Lian Youyou, what on earth should Duanmu Qingchen do to leave some traces in Lian Youyou's heart in exchange for Lian Youyou's caring for him?

She never thought that Duanmu Qingchen, who claimed to be a man of love, would not be able to attract even the slightest bit of attention from Lian Youyou.

Standing with Lian Youyou, he, the prince of Qianchao, only felt small. His future Ninth Five-Year Lord is nothing more than a mere mortal.

He, the dry prince who doesn't worry about women, has fallen into the sadness of secret love and wishful thinking...

In the boundless realm of the underworld, mist lingers.

The ground is full of evil obstacles and insects, and miasma is everywhere.

Lian Youyou and Lin Tingjun walked in the underworld, the silence of the underworld, like the sound of their footsteps, was swallowed by this world.

"Dangling...Dangling..." Gradually, the faint sound of chains came from the mist, and black and slender bridges faintly appeared in the mist ahead.

Bridges are lined up in front of the mist. Looking to the left, the black bridges are endless. Looking to the right, the Black Bridge is still endless.

One by one, Wuxin-like ghosts in black cloaks were carrying long strings of souls towards the endless black bridges. The chains strung together the howling souls, few of them had normal human shapes, and all of them were grotesque with terrifying faces.

The cold air was filled with a sense of sorrow and sorrow, as if every breath could smell the pain and sorrow of these undead. They have been tortured in the Nether Realm, and they have tasted far more pain that they inflicted on others in the world. These pains make them desperate to survive.

Every day, every moment, every second, these pains are tormenting them, day after day, year after year, without end, just like the black iron bridges leading to nowhere in front of them

Mingchai led them onto the long black long bridges. This is only the first step for them to go to the next life. How long it takes to walk depends on the hatred of the undead who have inflicted pain on them.

If they let go of their hatred, they can go faster on this road.

The mortals thought too well about the Nether Realm, thinking that they could go on the road after being punished. But if the **** is comfortable, how can there be talk of reincarnation in a hurry? Since he has been tortured and suffered unspeakably, he seeks to be freed as soon as possible and reincarnated.

Under the black iron bridge is a cold miasma that looks like a sea of ​​clouds.

The miasma billowed and surged, and from time to time there were painful and piercing wailing sounds. A huge dragon-like miasma passed through below, and when it hit the top, sharp black thorns shot out from under the black bridge, piercing them, they howled, and fell back into the sea of ​​miasma below again .

Here is the Styx Crossing Bridge.

"The miasma is so heavy." Lin Tingjun stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down at the Styx River that was almost crossing the bridge.

Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows: "Well... this is the rhythm of a catastrophe in the world. Hehe, we just caught up." Lian Youyou actually grinned, looking like she was waiting to see a good show in the world.

Lin Tingjun turned his face to the side and touched his chin: "Could it be that because of the catastrophe, Xiao Chuanchuan was lazy to sleep? Like me?" He put on a very serious expression.