My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

"This court declares that Hu Yaoyao's split soul has served his crime and he can go to the underworld to be punished. However, the split soul is part of the body, and Yang Xian is also the plaintiff, so he has the right to carry out the punishment." The judge himself didn't quite believe this, and stammered. After that, he looked at Hu Yingying and said, "Hu Yingying will be sent to the ordinary prison of the Supernatural Management Bureau. This trial is over. Thank you for your underground assistance."

 After finishing his concluding remarks, the judge began to pack his things.

 He was under too much mental pressure today and had to get off work early to rest.

 As for what the master of this room wants to do, it has nothing to do with him, an ordinary judge.

 Hu Yingying was taken away and the judge also left. Cui Yu said a brief goodbye to Mianmian and disappeared with the Ten Palaces of Yama and the ten Yin Commanders.

 Only someone at the scene made additional noises.

 “Thank you, sister-in-law, thank you Yang Xian…”

“The monster is finally dead, and I can give my son an explanation.”

“Sister-in-law, I will continue to support your live broadcast.”

 Amidst the thanks from everyone, Qingxu asked everyone to follow him to the backstage of the court.

This court was originally set up inside the Supernatural Management Bureau, with a rest room at the back. He also said some words of thanks to Mianmian, then glanced at Yang Xian, and quietly leaned into Mianmian's ear to report to Mianmian.

"Yang Xian has been in the Erlang God Temple these days. I guess he has received the statue." Qingxu made a small report, with a bit of embarrassment on his wrinkled face, "I don't even know how to talk to him. , he also learned some techniques from me."

At that time, what Qingxu thought was that if Yang Xian always refused the status of "reincarnation", he could take Yang Xian as his disciple and teach Yang Xian to enter Taoism in the way of ordinary people.

Yang Xian was originally a disciple of Taoism, but at that time he was still divided into Jiejiao and Chanjiao, but now they are no longer distinguishable.

“It turns out that it is still the same.” Mianmian happily discussed with Qingxu, “Isn’t Situ Zha also Zha Zha now? So Yang Xian is still Yang Xian, no problem.”

Qingxu saw that Mianmian was so happy that she couldn't help but wonder: "Little junior sister, why are you so happy?"

Mianmian touched her hair: "Because this time Mianmian cut off the chain, he was not punished by God."

 She was originally prepared to hear God say that she was going to punish her, but nothing happened this time, so of course she was happy.

"That technique was created by the Demon Emperor back then." Xuanwu suddenly took over Mianmian's words, "The laws belonging to the Demon Emperor have no direct relationship with your grandfather. What did Cui Yu say about Feng Xian'er? "

Since everyone here is one of their own, Mianmian openly told the story of rescuing Feng Xianer.

After hearing this, Xuanwu felt that he had guessed pretty well.

 Mortals commit suicide and become ghosts, but they have not yet entered the gate of hell. The rules for staying in place and being unable to leave are determined by the law of heaven. Mianmian broke this rule and only lost her hair. This punishment can only be said to be extremely light.

Xuanwu stared at Mianmian for a while, and then his eyes fell on Yang Xian.

He still remembered the last time Yang Xian and Situ Zha came to him to ask questions. Now Yang Xian is completely different from before. This is Yang Xian's own choice.

"I want to go to the Dragon Kingdom Library." Xuanwu suddenly said, "You go with me."

 Mianmian has no upcoming plans.

 She agreed to go with Xuanwu, turned her head and asked Yang Xian: "Yang Xian, do you want to go with me?"

 “Yeah.” Yang Xian responded, his voice low.

Mianmian looked at Qingxu with a smile: "Senior Brother Qingxu, let's go."

Qingxu nodded and said he wanted to send Mianmian away with him.

As soon as I walked to the door, I was stunned for a moment.

 She saw a strange person whose fate could not be calculated! Thinking about whether this person might be the reincarnation of another god, Mianmian didn't pay much attention. The reincarnations of the gods she had seen were destined to her, and those who could not meet her meant they were not destined.

 It must be fate that we passed each other by each other like this!

Mianmian didn't pay attention to the man standing at the door, but the man saw Mianmian and Yang Xian and Xuanwu beside Mianmian.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he pinched his fingers habitually, making a gesture of holding a pen.

 Just in time, Mianmian turned around at this time.

  She was a short person, so when she looked back at the man, she happened to see the movements of his hands.

Feeling that this action was very familiar, Mianmian frowned and thought about it carefully.

Lulu suddenly appeared: "Mianmian, he is Potian!"

 Breaking the sky!

Mianmian also thought of Po Tian writing back and forth in the air with a pen in his hand inside the broken Kunlun Mirror. The man standing at the door of the Supernatural Management Bureau is really moving his fingers like Po Tian!

 “Get him, he’s one of the bad guys!”

As Mianmian spoke, he ran towards the man. The flying sword in his hand was summoned and he was about to attack the man.

Seeing that his identity was revealed, Potian quickly summoned his pen and quickly wrote fonts in the air. As the font took shape, he himself disappeared from the place, just disappearing in front of Mianmian.

“Ah, why did you disappear without a trace all of a sudden just like before?”

Mianmian was confused, wondering how Potian left.

Yang Xian was also frowning at this time.

 He did accept the divine power left in the statue of Erlang God, and also recovered some memories. In my memory, among all the immortals in the sky, there is only one person whose magic weapon is such a pen.

 “Breaking the sky, commanding the order?”

When Xuanwu heard what Yang Xian said, his eyes were filled with interest: "Did you say that the person just now was Siming?"

 Si Ming’s name is not called for nothing.

The gods in heaven are beyond the three realms, but they must abide by their predetermined fate. Although Siming is a small official and he doesn't have much ability, as long as he holds the life pen in his hand, he has the ability to change the fate of gods, mortals or monsters.

There is such a guy among all the enemies.

The Taoist priest whose arms were cut off by Mianmian that day, and the two of them, Po Tian, ​​are put together. Who is the boss?

 Xuanwu and Yang Xian were silent together.

His eyes wandered between Yang Xian and Xuanwu, looking at one now and then that, his round eyes too busy.

She was curious why everyone fell silent as soon as the word "Si Ming" came out.

After holding it in for a while, Xiao Naituanzi finally asked: "What's wrong with Siming? If Potian is Siming, is it difficult to defeat him?"

 When asked the question, the little guy clenched his fists, obviously nervous about the question.

Xuanwu bent down and flicked his forehead.

"It's not difficult." He lightly curled his lips, "You kid is a bit stupid, but it's not certain who will win between you and him."

If Si Ming was really capable, how could he stand at the door and not be able to get in?

 He must have come here to save people.