Reborn as a thief and a husband

Chapter 111

Raising a huge hidden danger, right?

Peony shook her head in disbelief: "When did mortals become so awesome? It's really over now. If this person can survive this catastrophe, will there be room for our demons to survive in the future?"

Looking at the peony pacing up and down on the sea like ants on a hot pot, Xiao Yong couldn't help laughing: "Don't panic, let's see who is going through this catastrophe."

"Right, right..." But it must not be a human crossing, because in the human conception, demons are not good. If they get the Tao, they will be eliminated quickly.

But for God... what does the life and death of monsters have to do with us?It is best to die, so that the gods can rule the sky and the world.

Looking far away, I saw that group of dark clouds still drifting leisurely, and the terrifying roar was completely inaudible.

Peony watched for a long time while setting up the awning, and then waited until the dark clouds stopped and a storm began to brew.

"Where is that...?"

Always feel a little familiar.

Xiao Yong thought for a while, and then said: "Looking at the location, it should be in... the Holy Land of Immortals."

"Fairy Holy Land?" Peony exclaimed, shit!This is good, the demons are not over, the demons are about to end!

Most of the fairy holy places are demons, and the demons go there to eat demon pills at most, and play tricks on little demons to satisfy their perverted sense of superiority.

So... the guy who wants to cross the catastrophe is undoubtedly a demon.

Mudan clasped her hands together, and prayed silently over and over again: May the former Demon Lord and Demon King bless you, and bless the little demon who failed to overcome the catastrophe...

It's not that he has a vicious heart, but that he is a demon. Demons have been incompatible since ancient times!

If this goblin really survives, the balance between the goblins will be broken, and then the world will really be peaceful.

Although he doesn't like the madness and brutality of demons, but at least he is his own kind, and if they are driven out to death, he can't sit idly by.

Although demons are born from the heart and are born endlessly, if the monster race is too strong, no matter how fast they are born, one will only be born and the other will be destroyed.

The index finger and middle finger kept tapping on the chin alternately, and Peony anxiously waited for the result of the tribulation.

But this is half a night.

The Nine Dragons Tribulation will be invalid after dawn, which also means that that little demon has successfully passed the tribulation.

Peony immediately fainted in Xiao Yong's arms.

There are two kinds of Nine Dragons Heavenly Tribulation, one is physical calamity and the other is mental calamity.

But no matter what, you have to suffer, and you will suffer a lot.

Body Tribulation refers to the fact that the power has risen to a certain level that the gods feel deeply threatened, so they send Tian Jie to destroy it. If they pass through, then the gods will have nothing to do with him.

Heart tribulation refers to the promotion of mental cultivation to a certain level, all emotions can be controlled freely, and it is not easy to be influenced by foreign objects. This is a kind of strength in the true sense, so it will also attract the nine-dragon catastrophe.

The latter is more mysterious, and even the gods themselves are not capable of attracting the Nine Dragons Tribulation, because although they escape love and hate, they still cannot break away from the control of pity, sympathy, anger, and joy. Serving mortals, if these emotions are really gone, the fragile mortals will not have a strong backing to back them up.

[153] Obsessed

and so……

Master Mozun Peony can only hope for the latter.

Back to the cemetery of the rich ancestors - ahem...

A cough of an old man loomed not far away, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

The two men who were about to put the white porcelain jar containing ashes into the dug pit suddenly tightened their skin, and both of them froze.

Nanfeng raised his head and met Chu Qiaofei's eyes, with a frozen expression and puzzled eyes.

--what sound?

--do not know.

Fortunately, they did not bring a lantern, and the two slowly lowered their bodies, trying to hide themselves in the mound.

In the middle of the night, in the cemetery, hearing the cough of the old man, it is hard not to make people feel more and more horrified.

Is it a scam?Or resurrection?still……

ghost?

The footsteps stopped not far away, followed by a sigh, and then a muffled 'boom'.

After that……

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

The clear and crisp voice of a teenager instantly pulled the two of them back from their horrific imagination.

"It sounds familiar..." Nanfeng whispered to him with breath.

"It's the little beggar who stole Ai Yebao's silver and jade pendant." Chu Qiaofei's memory is really not good enough.

Since it is not a ghost, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The two people who were still in shock first buried the jar silently and erected the simple tombstone made of wood. Then, carrying the shovel, they tiptoed towards the boy who was still chattering.

"How are you doing over there? Sigh, it's better to die than to live. If you don't have enough paper money, remember to entrust it to me in your dream. Oh, yes, I brought Xiaohui to see you. Since you left, Xiaohui Hui is a bit depressed..."

The Nanfeng version of Xiaohui is also a bit sullen.

Walking behind the boy, Chu Qiaofei coughed hard.

"Mom!"

The little beggar kneeling on the ground trembled all over, and then asked in doubt: "Grandpa, are you here?"

puff……

"Yes, dear grandson, I'm here to see you." Nan Feng, who had a broken voice, deliberately lowered his voice.

"But... where are you, why can't I see you?"

The courageous little beggar immediately lost his fear, and looked left and right at the grave of his grandpa with his head poking around.

"I'm right behind you, dear grandson."

Nanfeng suppressed a smile, he hadn't played tricks on others for a long time, the long-lost gloating came to his heart, and he felt at ease.

The little beggar turned his head cautiously, and was stunned when he saw them.

Then, he picked up the broken bowl and ran away.

"Stop for me!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Nan Feng strode out, grabbed his arm, and shook the bowl in his hand, and the water inside, together with the fish named Xiaohui, flew out instantly—cough cough!

slap...

Coughing, the fish happily flew towards Chuqiao.

Chu Qiaofei couldn't dodge in time, and was smashed right on the ground. The lively fish thumped desperately before it left his head, and successfully cooperated with Chu Qiaofei in a mermaid comedy show.

"Pfft haha..."

The little beggar and Nan Fengle couldn't straighten up, and beat the ground desperately.

Depressed, he hurriedly threw the little broken fish that would die if he didn't want to die into the bowl with only half a bowl of water left. Chu Qiaofei carefully combed his long hair that was scratched because of the fish's fluttering, and said full of resentment: " What kind of strange thing is this, it can learn how to cough and fly..."

"Pfft...it can't fly! It was thrown out!" The little beggar was amused by him again, holding the bowl as if offering a treasure: "This, you haven't seen it before, it's called an anglerfish, because It can cough like an old man, so it is also called an old man fish."

Nan Feng took a closer look and found that the fish had no scales, a big flat head, and a small tail.

Tsk... It's really a sharp weapon for home travel and scaring people.

Raise a few of these in the cemetery, and see who dares to dig other people's ancestral graves!

"Don't look at it as ugly, but it's really difficult to raise. I've raised it for several years and it's still like this."

"It is probably because it is afraid that it will be eaten by you when it grows up."

The little beggar showed a shy smile that could see through his mind, rolled his eyes, caught a glimpse of Chu Qiaofei's shovel on the ground, and changed the subject: "You... are here to dig someone's ancestral grave?"

"Cough cough..."

This time it was Nanfeng coughing.

"No, we are here to put a friend to rest."

"My condolences." Realizing that he had said something wrong, the little beggar stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"What about you? Why come here at this time, won't you be afraid?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. The living are much more terrifying than the dead. At least the dead won't beat me, scold me, or look down on me, will they? I'm here at this time to meet Grandpa, because I'm leaving here tomorrow. gone."

"Leave here? Where are you going?" Although the little beggar looked younger than him, the truth contained in his words was comparable to that of Chu Qiaofei.

"I don't know," the little beggar shook his head. "The old pockmarked fortune teller said that I will leave here tomorrow. As for why I left and where I am going, I don't know. However, he has always been very accurate in his words."

"What's your name?" Chu Qiaofei asked after tidying up his hair.

"Mai Miao, they all call me Miao Zi."

"Okay, Miaozi, would you like to come with us?"

"Go? Where are you going?" Mai Miao sniffed, looking at the two of them warily.

Chu Qiaofei smiled kindly, and whispered, "Go, pay, the debt."

……

"No! Let me down! Help! Someone come! Robber..."

The youth's clear and clear shouts gradually calmed down as the footsteps gradually drifted away.

The cold wind blew past, cooling the lonely tomb, and from time to time, the creepy old man coughed.

Axiang's bedding has become a temporary resting place for wheat seedlings.

However, it is separate from Yin'er.

It was still early before dawn, and the three of them lay down and fell asleep with their eyes closed.

Hearing the slow and long breathing of the person beside him, Chu Qiaofei quietly opened his eyes.

The scene when digging the pit is still vivid in my mind.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to enlighten Nanfeng and let him gradually let go of his obsession with his old love.

But he didn't expect that just mentioning the word 'obsession' would give him such a strong reaction, which shows how important that person is in his heart.

He couldn't help but half propped himself up, and looked sideways at the sleeping person beside him.

Mingming laughs and scolds on weekdays, he is cheerful and lively, and looks like he doesn't take anything to heart.

But he has a delicate mind, is loyal to his feelings, and uses the depth of affection, which is astounding.

It's just... It would be great if this feeling was applied to him...

What kind of magical power does this person have that makes him so addicted?

With a slightly puzzled expression, he cautiously stretched out his fingertips, and carefully traced the opponent's face.

smooth forehead, delicate eyebrows, brow tips