Immortal Voices Chapter 783: Pregnancy

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After hearing Wumei's words, Rong Xian only picked up the raised end of her eyes a little: "This point?"

Rong Xian never admits that she has changed, she is as approachable as ever.

Apparently Rong Xian has no clear understanding of her character.

Wu-I sighed, "My subordinates remember that when Wuxinya, I asked the Lord to ask two teachers to teach us how to live in the world. I don't know how the Lord learned?"

Rong Xian hesitated, her eyes erratic.

Without me:...

At this point, I didn't study hard.

I also blame the forces that ruined the Rong family, so that Rong Xian was forced to grow up before he had time to learn something seriously at a young age.

It's been two thousand years now, and the means and strength have been improved. The only way to behave is to be in a state of learning scum, and the ability to understand has always been biased.

Even after becoming an emperor, it is still the same.

It can be seen from the Lord's anger that Master Wugou was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

The three of them walked towards the Buddha's residence without a word.

Without me, I was immersed in the memories of the past, and Rong Xian was completely afraid to speak, #最忧人问学结果#.

Oh.

The great monk is like a puppet, he only completes his own tasks and doesn't do any extra actions.

Rong Xian, who is so obedient and easy to use, especially wanted to ask the Buddha to borrow some useful things.

Soon the three of them arrived at Foziju.

Foziju is surrounded by invincible lotus flowers all year round. The matte and tender flowers are especially beautiful.

In the center of the lotus pond is a tall wishing tree. The tree is covered with red silk cloth, and each one has words of expectation written on it.

Not far from under the tree is a polished stone table with a quaint violin on the table. The Buddha sat on the stone bench and plucked the strings.

At first glance, the sound of the piano sounds like a fishing boat breaking through the water, and the old man is walking along with a song, and the spring flowers and the moon are slowly seen.

Rong Xian leaned against the tree indifferently, putting his hands in his sleeves and looking down as if listening to the piano seriously.

No-me sits cross-legged on the futon next to him, flicking the prayer beads in his hand, looking like he is stuck in the sound of the piano.

The lotus is dotted with dragonflies, and the linden on the top of the mountain is full of sanskrit sounds.

This is really a good place to sleep.

Rong Xian, who has no Huigen, thought in a dazed manner. After returning, let the court singer learn from the music of Buddha to entertain the minister.

The sound of the piano is really unwarranted, well, interesting.

The sound of the piano that washes human souls slowly stopped, Wumei opened his eyes and praised sincerely: "The realm of the Buddha has improved again."

This is not the first time I have heard the sound of this piano.

The Buddha said dryly: "...The donor just likes to listen."

Although it has long been known from the master that this person is still alive even though he has gone to Niehai, but when he really sees people, he is still horrified, and the kind of miracle in his heart.

It's as if you were chatting with your girlfriend one day, and he looked up at the sky and suddenly said to you: little man, come out and see God.

"Rong the donor, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come without harm." The Buddha turned his head to look at the fairly familiar Rong Xian, and smiled, "This time the donor is coming to Niehai, no..." I know that the poor monk can help you do something. what?

The rest of the words were swallowed by the Buddha, because he found that Emperor Xu was actually asleep.

Fell asleep listening to the sound of his proud piano!

Buddha:...

The Dapeng spreading his wings on the edge of collapsing reason, he especially wanted to pick up Qin and hit Emperor Xu on his forehead.

But no, this piano is more expensive than Emperor Xu.

Buddha took a deep breath and maintained his expression with difficulty. He looked at the sleepy-eyed Rong Xian with a slightly distorted smile and said: "Don't you think you can sleep well?"

Rong Xian has sleepy eyes, and subconsciously replied: "It's pretty good, but I'm not comfortable in bed."

Buddha: Ha ha.

I'm sorry I didn't give you a bed.

Rong Xian woke up completely, only then realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

In order to make up for the friendship with the Buddha before, she tried her best to make up for it, "But you play the piano so well. I have never heard such a good song."

She smiled a little shyly: "It would be nice if I could hear it often in the future."

There has never been a piano music that can make her fall asleep, isn't it particularly good?

Buddha's expression is completely distorted, who is Emperor Xu perfunctory?

She can still say that the song is good even if she is asleep?

Sure enough, there is a reason why he is just a little monk and not a monarch. His face is not thick and dark enough.

Buddha didn't want to talk about this topic that made him so angry, and changed the topic bluntly: "The reason why the little monk invited the donor to come must be clear to the donor. What is the important thing for the donor to come here?"

Rong Xian frowned. She leaned on the tree to straighten out her somewhat stray hair, and said casually: "I came to find someone, presumably your master told you?"

She glanced at the seated Wu-self, "Now, just him."

Buddha was silent, obviously not believing.

He thought this was an excuse for Emperor Xu. She broke into the West Antarctica, and pointed to a Buddha cultivator casually and said that she was an old friend. Presumably the poor Buddha cultivator was also unspeakable.

The poor Zuo Dharma pursed his mouth, and smiled, "Amitabha Buddha."

Rong Xian didn't feel annoyed when he saw that he didn't mean to make any relief. She seemed to finally realize that she was staying here for one more day, and the great monks and young monks here would not be able to clean up properly.

Rong Xian thought for a while, with a serious expression of comfort, said: "Don't worry too much, I won't act arbitrarily.

Fuzi suddenly became more vigilant in his heart, and his gaze crossed her, his tone calm and calm: "It's better to be so."

After the two sides reached an apparent reunification, Fozi made a polite sentence and asked them to arrange a room for the two of them.

Above the boundless sky.

Rong Xian stood in the void and stared at the death and rebirth of the world. It was a spectacular and shocking scene.

She seemed to look at it for a long time, and then it seemed to only look at that moment.

The gentle gentleness in those eyes faded away, revealing the most true indifference and reason, as well as the heavenly majesty between the eyebrows, that is the most terrifying desire for control.

And everything in front of her didn't seem to leave a trace in her eyes.

"Heaven." After a long time, Rong Xian woke up and called out.

There was dead silence all around, and there was no sound.

She seems to be the only one in the boundless world.

As the cub of Dad Heaven, it was the first time she encountered this kind of calling problem.

A flash of light flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and she suddenly realized.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and she sighed and said, "It turned out to be in a dream. This is really funny."

She said that Fozi's piano played well, as expected.

Rong Xian walked in the sky, passing through world after world tirelessly.

Occasionally, when she is curious, she participates in the rebirth of the world, grows and prospers with the creatures and finally sleeps together. Occasionally, she gets bored and participates in the destruction of the world, working with the world as the tentacle that destroys creatures, destroying thousands of creatures and returning the world to nothingness.

Finally, she felt annoyed, as if all her interest was suddenly lost.

In a room in the guest house of the Buddha, the person who was sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the outside sound of the piano also disappeared.

Rong Xian sat up and glanced across the room. It was no different than before.

She is half leaning against the bed, her long black hair draped behind her, her grace is naturally heartwarming.

She smelled the faint scent of sandalwood on the tip of her nose, and while reminiscing about the joy of the dream, she said casually, "Sure enough, the world is better than noisy."

The sky was taken aback: "...Aren't you sleeping?"

It is really uneasy to say such specious words suddenly, Cang Tian always has a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, it heard the cubs thoughtful for a moment, and it was so easy to say: "Do you think it is easy to destroy the world? For the first time, I feel that these worlds are fragile and pitiful."

The sky only felt the tiger's body shocked, does she know what tiger wolf term she is talking about?

Does he really learn from the evil star next door?

Sure enough, it's not easy to learn well and learn bad.

Just when the sky almost burst into tears, Rong Xian seemed to have frightened the old father.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled narrowly: "You won't be scared anymore? I'm joking."

If the world really died, she would be so unfriendly to be alone.

No one is going to play with her, let alone her, her surging desire to perform will be too boring if the audience is gone.

One experience of that terrible one-man show in a dream is enough.

If she really gets tired of this dramatic way of living one day, it won't be difficult to let the world return to silence at that time.

This kind of thing has been manipulated in dreams a lot, and I have gained a lot of experience.

As for the gap between practice and theory, it must not be difficult to practice several times then?

Of course, she didn't say such things, otherwise it would be so unfilial to scare the sky out somehow.

However, the sky didn't feel honored, it was very nervous.

"Do you know that I am your dad?" Cang Tian asked cautiously.

Rong Xian's soft eyes showed a faint incomprehension: "Do I know this? Don't you always say that you are my old father?"

This is like she believes when someone else says it.

As for the truth, she pretended to believe it, and only she knew it.

The sky was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Baby, you are born after a million years of the essence of the entire world by Abba..." The **** who was elevated for the sake of the world.

Rong Xian pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said: "Your pregnancy seems to be a bit long."

Cang Tian: "...You are only conceived by the world."

What does it have to do with it.

It just contributed to the birth of the cub.

No, no, no, the point is not here!

The sky looks even more weird, and it took a while before it said uncertainly: "You didn't say anything?"

Rong Xian stood up and walked off the bed. She gathered her wide sleeves, as if she didn't even notice the silence of the sky, he hesitated: "Should I change my mouth to call your mother?"

Cang Tian: "..." Mother, you are tall, I am your dad!

An unfilial son!

The sky took two breaths, and roared unbearably: "I don't have a son like you."

After the cruel words, Cang Tian unilaterally broke off with Zai Zai.

Rong Xian seems to be aware of the anger of the sky, she lowered her eyes, as if to say to herself: "I don't know how long papa will break my relationship."

Cangtian’s old father’s heart was softened into a puddle of water by the sound of papa. It hesitated, and tentatively said: "Should we break the relationship until dawn?"

Rong Xian looked at the sky, only less than half an hour left.

Rong Xian sighed, everything was said without saying.

After all, Cangtian became angry and autistic.

Rong Xian decided to stay in West Antarctica for a while. She is not familiar with it.

And the only acquaintance who loves her mind, didn't give her any useful information and develop useful manpower at all.

If the subordinate is not up to the matter, she has to do it herself.

So, #人贵在自立#?

Rong Xian was thoughtful.

The four continents of the Middle Thousand Realm, the only ones she doesn't understand are the Western Antarctic Continent and the Southern Wilderness Continent.

These two continents are all shortcomings, this is not good, it is too bad for her.

The Emperor Lu Mao from the southern barren continent is not very upbeat, so she has to find a way to find a helper for the Emperor Lu Mao.

From Dongsheng Buzhou, Jiang Feiran had Zhao Hu partner, and West Antarctica came here in person, so let the Southern Wasteland go with the same boat.

After all, the ruthless Taoist master who has already slashed the dust, it is time to do something to improve his sense of existence.

She moved her mind and made up her mind.

In the Northern Territory State Hades Palace, the same boat sitting high in the main seat and cultivating in a black brocade robe, his eyes closed, and the sword marks on his eyebrows exuded a powerful sword aura throughout the hall.

A little fox who accidentally broke into here was directly shattered by the sword.

Yes, Rong Xian doesn't practice in her own deity, so the avatar keeps practicing.

It can be said that I can't wait for the whole world to be her incarnation, and even eat the food for her.

The same boat sensed something and opened his eyes, and the sword energy all over his body was swept away, and the sword marks on the center of his eyebrows were also covered by the thunder mark.

He has no sadness or joy on his face, his eyelashes are drooping, his face is carved out of ice and snow, and his breath is unpredictable.

"Come here." Tongzhou called out.

Outside, several demons walked in with Zhuge Jiming.

Yes, after Zhuge Jiming reported to the Patriarch Zhuge, he joined the Hades and became a glorious righteous person in the magic repair.

"Meet the Palace Lord." The crowd saluted in unison.

Since Tongzhou created the underworld, the mysterious path of reincarnation has been looming in the forbidden area of ​​their underworld, and everyone changed their names to the palace lord.

In private, everyone felt horrified and inexplicable. Every time they looked at the Tao of Samsara, they felt a mighty force of heaven and earth rushing toward their faces, which made people feel hopeless and irresistible.

This was done by the Palace Lord alone!

Everyone took a breath, feeling terrified.

After the Ruthless Dao preaching, it turned out to be so powerful, and even reincarnation came out.

Is this something human can do?

Back then, the extremely affectionate Taoist used his body to make up for the heavens, and he didn't see such miracles.

No wonder that for millions of years of practicing Ruthless Dao, he has only succeeded the Palace Chief, who can do nothing.

"I don't know what Palace Lord has to order?" Biyun stepped forward and asked respectfully.

Tongzhou’s golden-shrouded eyes glanced at everyone indifferently, and then he said: "This seat has already proclaimed the Dao. Today, the Dao warns that the ascent is imminent, and merit is needed to kill evil."

His voice is clear and cold, like melting ice and snow on a mountain gathering into a stream, refreshing and chilling.

But even so, it couldn't change the fact that he was running the train with his mouth full.

God: I am not, I am not, you are talking nonsense.

However, the same boat ignored it and continued to make a serious and nonsense saying: "This seat decides to rush to the southern desert continent from now on, help the Terran race to stop the invasion of the monster race, and protect the rear of the Terran race. When the merits are sufficient, this seat will soar. Time."

As for when it's enough, that's what he has the final say, it has nothing to do with heaven.

If you don’t ascend, don’t worry.