My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Suisui raised her mouth slightly.

The headless body is holding a head: "Isn't my head cute? Isn't my body cute?"

The big eyes were still blinking, looking at him with a cute expression.

Fu Jiuxiao froze.

"Your head is cute, and so is your body. But looking at them separately..." It's really not cute! !

So scary! !

Suisui snorted, her face a little disappointed.

With a loud sound, he pushed his head back.

"Ah, what's going on? Something is strangling my neck? Is there something wrong with the technique?" Suisui looked nervous.

Fu Jiuxiao sighed deeply: "Is it possible that the head was pressed backwards?"

Suisui lowered her head and grinned sheepishly: "Hey...the pajamas are strangulating my neck." Momo turned her head in the opposite direction.

"I thought there was something wrong with my magic. I was scared to death."

Fu Jiuxiao looked at her with despair. What frightened her to death was the little thief with no eyes.

It is probably a shadow that will never be erased in this life.

Of course, he won't have another life either.

After struggling for a while, the sky was about to get bright, so Suisui lost her sleepiness and simply got up.

The inn arranged local specialties, and Suisui had a great time eating them.

The weather in February has begun to warm up, and the snow on the roads has begun to melt.

When passing by the mountain stream where several people from Chengenhou Mansion were beheaded, Suisui made a secret and asked the underworld to arrest them.

There will be a life-or-death punishment going on.

The messenger worked hard for three days without rest, but it took Fu Jiuxiao and Suisui nearly half a month to reach Shengyuan.

The closer we get to Shengyuan, the folk customs on both sides are also very different.

First of all, Sheng Yuan's incense is extremely prosperous.

"Are you outsiders? Our temple in Shengyuan is very effective. You must go and burn incense. We are the hometown of the gods..." Shengyuan people always regard themselves as the hometown of the gods, and there is a hint of something in their words. Score high.

"Our gods like to favor their own believers the most."

"As long as you are pious enough, the gods will definitely bless you."

"I heard that the god came down to earth for his only believer. There are countless gods and Buddhas in this world, and the sky is filled with gods and Buddhas. She only believed in our god." The believer who spoke was full of piety, and he didn't forget to give him a gift. Fu Jiuxiao and Yan Suisui gave them a handful of fragrant wax paper money.

"No money, no money. Just put incense sticks on our gods."

The woman who spoke was smiling.

"What's the name of your god?" Fu Jiuxiao lowered his eyes and looked at the incense candle in his hand.

"In the past, Sheng Yuan believed in all the gods and Buddhas in the world. Later, after our god descended to earth, our Sheng Yuan only believed in Lord Ling Xiao. Now all the temples belong to Emperor Ling Xiao." The woman looked extremely kind. The strangers then went to send incense, wax paper and money.

At first glance, he looks like an extremely devout believer.

Fu Jiuxiao paused: "Emperor Ling Xiao?"

"That dog-licking emperor? There are so many believers." Fu Jiuxiao was startled, and then returned the scented wax paper money in disgust.

He doesn't take dog-licking things.

"Let's go and have a look? I want to have a look. Ling Xiao? I've never heard of his name in the God Realm. He should be... a Fallen Angel." In this country, the entire people believe in the Fallen Angel.

Lord of the Fallen Angels, Emperor Ling Xiao.

Suisui has always believed that fallen gods are the source of all evil, but they actually have so many believers in the world?

Fu Jiuxiao was not very happy, but seeing that Suisui finally became interested, he followed her.

"Emperor Ling Xiao is the most accurate in seeking marriage. Maybe it's because he loves relationships with mortals, so he prefers marriage."

"We worship Emperor Ling Xiao, and we will definitely live a harmonious life."

A young couple blushed and whispered.

Fu Jiuxiao glanced at her: "The Emperor Ling Xiao didn't even become his wife, so he can still bless you and He Meimei for a beautiful life? If the Emperor Ling Xiao has a soul in heaven, I'm afraid his eyes will turn green with jealousy."

"You! Who are you? How dare you insult the gods in front of the Lingxiao Palace!" The people around him glared angrily.

Suisui hurriedly whispered: "My brother feels sorry for Emperor Ling Xiao. Everyone has misunderstood..."

Everyone looked better now. They only looked at Fu Jiuxiao and said, "Speak well and don't bother the emperor."

"The saint will be angry if she hears this."

Suisui speaks softly and sweetly, and the little girl is so good-looking that no one will be wary of her.

I saw her asking in a low voice: "What does the saint do?"

"Saint? She is a servant who serves the gods. The saint's clan exists to complete the mission of the gods. However, the saint's clan has been passed down for many generations. Now it is getting weaker and weaker. I don't know if it can complete the mission of the gods." This is something the whole country knows.

Just as Jingchen stepped onto the steps of Lingxiao Palace, there was a click.

The steps beneath his feet were shattered.

Fortunately, he moved quickly and stabilized his body in time. He was afraid of falling embarrassingly in front of the palace.

Jingchen doesn't care.

Before walking a few steps, several pavilions were built above the winding steps. There are dragons and phoenixes carved on the pavilion, with two dragons spitting out pearls.

who knows……

Hundreds of stone beads hanging between the two dragons made a clicking sound...

Coming straight towards Jingchen's forehead.

"Hey, be careful!!" Everyone exclaimed.

Suisui pushed him hard, and Jingchen narrowly avoided it.

"Oops, I almost hit someone. These two dragons have been spitting beads for more than two hundred years. Why did they suddenly fall down?"

"It almost hit someone. It was too dangerous."

"Uh... Jingchen, just wait at the foot of the mountain. This place may not be suitable for you." Suisui said after considering it.

What does it sound like for the Holy Ancestor to enter the palace of the Lord of the Fallen Gods, Emperor Ling Xiao?

Use your holy light to destroy the place?

The fight between the Buddha Realm and the Fallen Angel Realm above will start automatically.

Jingchen stayed at the foot of the mountain, while Suisui and Fu Jiuxiao followed everyone up to Lingxiao Hall.

Suisui walked to the door of Lingxiao Hall and suddenly swayed.

Holding on to the door with a wrinkled face, Fu Jiuxiao hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong, Suisui?"

Suisui shook her head. It was strange that her mood at that moment was a little out of control.

Lingxiao Hall is different from other gods.

He comes from the Fallen Angels Realm, which is in charge of killing, and the statues are not as shiny as the God Realm.

On the contrary, the main body is black, exuding a majesty and murderous aura that people dare not look directly at.

Probably because of the large number of believers, the originally gray statue has become somewhat spiritual.

Suisui looked up at the god blankly.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his chest. There was such a strong and strange smell.

His eyes seemed to be looking at himself.

If you look closely, you will see that it is just a statue without a god. How could she have such an illusion?

Fu Jiuxiao looked at the tall god and rolled his eyes in disgust.

In a corner where the believers did not see him, he spat at the statue.

Bah, lick the dog.

I despise you.