Chapter 69 The Pen of Merit...

Daqing, with its lewd action of rolling eighteen on the spot, still bounced on the ground with a body of fat. The first thing he did after jumping up was to yell at Zhao Yunlan: "You've eaten the guts of an ambitious leopard!"

Zhao Yunlan absently said "um".

"You...you, you..." Daqing almost forgot his words, he was rampant in the world, he thought he had seen all kinds of strange situations, but it was the first time that he truly understood what it means to be "sexy."

King Zhou of Yin digging hearts for Daji, King You of Zhou playing the feudal lords with beacon fire, Tang Xuanzong chūn early in the morning and so on seem to have been reasonably explained - this group of stupid men are really doing anything for the sake of beauty. Get it out!

Daqing's heart turned upside down in the morning and evening, and then he asked angrily: "Then...you, you...now, to what extent?"

Zhao Yunlan touched his nose: "It's nothing, I've been on chuáng before, but he's just sleeping, his skin is too thin, he never let me touch him."

Daqing: "..."

chuáng... thin skin... thin... not allowed to touch...

These few words are like a series of bombers, a large piece of two kicks fell in Daqing's ears, and the roar echoed back and forth. It seems that Jiuzhongtian's thunder did not have the effect of making the cat's soul fly away.

For a time, every bit of Zhao Yunlan and Teacher Shen's relationship flashed through Daqing's mind like a glimmer of light. In an instant, there was a kind of dreamlike feeling and a sigh full of philosophy - Damn, is there any master in the world who is more fucked than Zhao Yunlan?

Daqing pushed away the thick flesh on his neck with great effort, raised his head, looked at Zhao Yunlan with a look that was almost adoration, admiration, and inconceivable, and after a long while, he said from the bottom of his heart, mixed with a meow sound: "You are really diǎo. "

Then the black cat jumped back on the windowsill with some soft legs: "Do you know who the Soul Killer is?"

Zhao Yunlan flicked the ashtray: "I just wanted to ask you this."

"I can't tell." Daqing became serious, "Since the proclamation of gods, the gods, the gods, the little demons, the old cats, I can give a general overview, but I can't tell the origin of the Soul Slayer, you know this. How serious is it?"

Zhao Yunlan is not surprised, he has seen the paintings made by Shen Wei himself - people who have seen Kunlun Jun are naturally born in Daqing when he was still ignorant, his origin in Daqing is not clear, it is very normal: "You only say you knew."

"Do you know Houtu?" Daqing thought about it and asked him.

Zhao Yunlan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it is said that Gonggong gave birth to Houtu, a descendant of Emperor Yan's lineage. It is also recorded in "Conjuring the Soul" that Houtu is a god who masters the underworld. In the legends, 'Houtu' is generally referred to as 'Emperor', which seems to have a higher status... There are also some legends that think that Houtu is actually Nuwa."

"It's almost the same." Daqing said, "In those days when Gonggong overturned Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa mended the sky, practiced multicolored stones to hold the Tianzhu, turned into huáng soil, and separated Yinyang. That was the beginning of the Nether Order. One theory is that the soul-killer was transformed from the evil spirit of heaven and earth, and there is another theory that he was born a thousand feet under the Huáng Spring, but how desolate and cold the Huáng Spring is is the imagination of ordinary people. In fact, it doesn't matter - besides, when there is a Soul Slayer, the huáng spring has not yet formed, where did it escape thousands of feet?"

Zhao Yunlan: "You mean that Soul Cutter was not born in the underworld."

"It may be very similar, but I think the relationship between him and the underworld is mostly mutual cooperation, and there is no substantive connection." Daqing said, "I don't know what is too long ago, so I can only rely on speculation. It is equivalent to the earth, but the real earth is the chaos that was split by Pangu with an axe. You think, Nuwa has made up the sky, in fact, it has been considered a complete merit, why does she want to transform into the back earth, and her body and spirit are scattered? Why does she cover it up? The real earth? No matter what is there, it must have a lot to do with Soul Slayer."

The cigarette butt in Zhao Yunlan's hand was about to burn to the end, and he didn't realize it.

Daqing sighed: "That's all I can think of, things are too old here, the water is too deep, you...you, how did you get involved with him? Can't you take care of your waistband? ? Who is easy to provoke?"

What's even more tragic is that his belt has not had time to untie...

"It's too late." Zhao Yunlan put out the cigarette butt before being burned, and threw it in the pile of discarded decoration materials. "It's too late for you to say that."

Daqing bào said impatiently, "That's because you didn't tell me who he was when you first hooked up with him! Otherwise, I'd stop you from smashing the pot and selling iron..."

"I said you're late," Zhao Yunlan interrupted suddenly, "It's not a year or a half late, you're probably thousands of years late."

The black cat looked at him blankly. For a moment, it almost felt that Zhao Yunlan remembered something, but Zhao Yunlan just lit another cigarette and stood silently at the base of the window, his figure being dragged by the afterglow.

Daqing accompanied him to finish smoking a whole box of cigarettes. The cigarette butts fell all over the floor, and the man's pocket was empty. Then he stretched out his hand and motioned Daqing to jump on his arm and walk out.

Daqing: "Where are you going?"