At night, the candlelight swayed in the house. You could hear the rustling sound of leaves in the yard. Because of Fu Chen's destructive sword practice, there were only a few leaves left in the ginseng fruit tree in the yard. Even though the wind was very strong and extremely cold, it could not even make any sound.

Fu Chen sat in front of the desk, holding the book that Chongwen gave him that day, written by Si Ming Xingjun, "The Love of Daughter", and his face was ashamed.

Mo Chuan's appearance made him feel uncomfortable.

He and Zhaoyue had missed their lives, and he certainly did not want to miss this life with her again, but he was really at a loss when facing Zhaoyue, a somewhat special woman.

It was raining all night, and a god on the Mochuan came out halfway.

The result of today's confrontation is that Fu Chen thinks this man is very dangerous and has a very trick, which is unpredictable, and is not at the same level as himself.

It made his whole body and feet mark his sadness.

As for Zhaoyue, she was extremely worried at this time. She sat at the dining table and thought about it. She didn't know whether the god Mo Chuan was an enemy or a friend. She was even worried that he would have something to do with Fu Chen when he was so close to him.

The spiritual consciousness of Prince Fuchen, who had finally resurrected the fox emperor, finally met him again. If he had been strangled here before he had grown up, many people's efforts would be wasted.

"Then Yun Xiaoxian is the same. How can he tell him everything?" The steamed bun in his hand was thorny and unrecognizable, one after another, "Do you think he is an enemy or a friend? I always feel that this person has something to do with the Nine Heavens, so there must be something wrong."

Fu Chen didn't raise his head and said firmly: "Enemy."

Zhao Yue responded to his words and thought for a while: "Mo Chuan is your distant uncle, you didn't have any intersection before? Who is he? Do you have any number?"

"He beaten no less than a hundred boards." Fu Chen glanced at Zhao Yue who was extremely entangled, "I don't think Mo Chuan is a friend. He has been in Kunlun Palace for 60,000 to 70,000 years. Everything is based on the position of the Heavenly Clan with Kunlun Palace as the first. He turned to the Moonhai Huanhua Pavilion for some reason. Don't you think it's strange?"

Zhao Yue nodded: "I just thought it was strange to ask you."

"Although Mo Chuan and I have an intersection, and they are both the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Heaven. They are close relatives with my master Chunyuan Shangshen, but he has no intersection with the Huanhua Pavilion in Yuehai, and it is even more impossible for him to have any intersection with the fox clan. He suddenly helped him, which aroused suspicion." After Fu Chen finished speaking, he turned the book in his hand one page, lowered his head and stopped talking.

When saying these words, Fuchen did not get any personal feelings.

Even though he didn't like Mo Chuan now, he jumped away from his admiration for Zhao Yue. This Mo Chuan God really had no other reason to help Zhao Yue, and there seemed to be a hint of suspicion about Fu Chen in his words.

In this case, it is difficult to consider him a friend.

Unless Mo Chuan already knows his true identity, then being so close to them would be like Mo Chuan's usual style.

It looks like a trustworthy friend.

That night, Zhao Yue lay on the floor and tossed and turned, and the moonlight was quiet. It spread through the carved window edges in the inner room. Fu Chen lies on the bed, making a uniform breathing sound.

Everything is silent, only the stars shine.

Zhao Yue thought for a long time, but finally got up from the quilt, put on the fox fur robe, sat at the table, and lit a cluster of dark blue moon fire out of thin air. With the light emitted, he picked up his pen and wrote a letter with Ye Ming.

It was not until Heitanzhao sent the letter away that Zhaoyue extinguished the moon fire, took off her fox fur and crawled back into the quilt, making a little snoring. Fu Chen, who was lying on the bed, turned over and fell asleep with some confidence.

The dark sky shone under the brilliant stars, and with that letter, it quickly drew out a meteor-like light, crossed the mountains and boundlessly, pushing away layers of fog, and the magnificent and domineering Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion, which is no less than the Nine Heavenly Palace, was presented in front of it.

The Kongming Lantern, which represents the twelve hours, floats in the sky, and the orchid-glorious moonlit sea of ​​flowers surging with the wind, ripples emerge in the sky. On the eternal night, the aurora stars complement each other.

And in the center of the Yuehua Grassland is the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion, which is in awe of the other worlds.

On the square square with an depth of 800 meters, the moment when the black sky shone on the ground, the disciple of the Yuemen wearing the Xuantian Star Coat walked over quickly and respectfully saluted it. Then, he raised his hand and took out the letter Zhao Yue had just written, turned around, and walked towards the towering main hall north of the square.

Silent and solemn, with extremely fast steps.

Hei Tianzhao shook lightly, turned into an ordinary black fox, followed the man's footsteps, walked in the air, and ran towards the hall.

The hall was clear. Although it was late at night, Ye Ming and Ye Zhen were still busy. As the end of the year approached, all the work was piled up into a small mountain package, including invitation letters from the big and small immortals, and even request letters for marriage. The most were the strange curse that appeared in all the wildernesses and letters asking for help from the Moonhai Huanhua Pavilion.

The young man holding the envelope lowered his head and walked past the threshold of the hall. Before he could speak, he saw Hei Tianzhao bypassing him and running towards Ye Ming. He ran to his legs in three or two steps, and used his head to fix his palms.

Ye Ming frowned slightly, put down the letter in his hand, and raised his hand to stroke its back hair.

Then, the letter was presented to him.

He almost subconsciously laughed and called out: "Ye Zhen, Immortal Lord has written to you."

In the other corner of the hall, the man who had just packaged a pile of documents was stunned for a moment, straightened his waist and smiled: "Look, what I said is definitely the matter of the Heavenly Clan."

Then he clapped his hands and walked to Ye Ming. When he saw the letter page in his hand, he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's rare. I used to be less than three sentences, so why did he spill so many words this time?"

Ye Ming looked at it and frowned: "There is only one time when the Immortal Lord writes so many words, and she is the one who makes a fuss."

It seems that it is true that Ye Zhen was a little curious and turned behind Ye Ming and looked over with his head.

Soon, both of them frowned, and the content on the letter was too shocking and they couldn't digest it for a while.

It involves the Destiny Sacrifice and the people who want to be resurrected by the demon clan. It was not until the end that the Heavenly Lord wanted to seek help from the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion to save the Fox Emperor's life.

The following are trivial matters, and Zhaoyue’s arrangements are not inappropriate, and the previous two things are a bit specific.

Ye Ming thought for a long time, got up and turned around in the hall for a few times, and then saluted Hei Tianzhao: "God Amaterasu, please return first, and when you have any eyebrows, I will reply to the Immortal Lord."

The black fox shook his hair on his body, whispered in a low voice, and ran out of the hall.

"Ye Zhen." He turned his head slightly and looked at the man standing there frowning, "I need you to go to Santuchuan for me and check someone."

After saying that, he picked up the brush, pulled out a blank piece of rice paper, and wrote down a name: Ye Xiang.
Chapter completed!