The sound was low and flowed into the ears of the spirit girl. After a while, she smiled, raised her head, grabbed a piece of broken porcelain on the ground, dripping blood oozed out of her hands, and then threw the porcelain piece on the ground.

"You must find it funny when I look like now." She said lightly, but suddenly roared in the next second, "You must think, look! You are just a fool! A fool! Are you right?"

"For so many years, I have given up what I shouldn't have given up, just to change the throne of a queen. I have paid so much for this position! I even betrayed Fu Chen! But now, what exactly did I get?" She disheveled her hair, looked at the empty queen harem, and sat there with empty eyes, and finally cried out.

"Fusang! You wait! You wait! I won't let your Taijun sit too comfortable! I won't!" The roar echoed in every corner of the Empress Dowager's harem.

He hugged Yulin with his hands on his chest, looked at her current appearance, and dissipated in the shadow of the red pillar.

In the next half day, Zhaoyue asked for a small bottle of pills that could swell the fire and clear the heat from Yun Xiaoxian. In addition to her own disguise, Yun Xiaoxian took a good look at the two swollen bubbles on her mouth.

The medicine god was almost laughing. She heard that she had eaten oranges for three or four days, and the benefits of the fire caused by the fire. On the day when the two bubbles on her mouth came to Kunlun Palace, she even caught up with Fusang coming to Kunlun Palace and had no choice but to use disguise.

When she was about to leave, Yun Xiaoxian thought about it, asked her to wait for a moment, took out a beautiful small box from the medicine lattice and handed it to Zhaoyue: "The people in Kunlun Palace are so stubborn that the barriers are not cold in the winter. What do you say to strengthen your body? It is far less warm than my Medicine King Valley. This box contains some medicines to clear heat and cure wind and colds. Yue Zun will take it away. If you get infected with wind and cold, there is also an emergency thing."

Zhaoyue raised her hand to take it, thanked Yun Xiaoxian, and then asked mysteriously: "When will your little disciple marry?"

Yun Xiaoxian thought for a moment and laughed dryly: "The Heavenly Lord is just engaged. Yun Surou and Emperor Yun are so anxious, but there is no news on the Heavenly Lord."

There was no news at all, which was unexpected.

In theory, the alliance between the feather tribe and the heaven tribe should be as fast as possible, but Fusang's heavy breathing must not be entirely because the spirit girl occupies the position of the queen.

Zhao Yue nodded, turned around and looked at the slightly red sky, and sighed.

What is Fusang planning to do? The quieter the world is and the more peaceful it is, the more undercurrents there are, and countless swords and sword shadows are hidden.

That afternoon, the Fox Emperor closed the door and talked to Fu Chen for a long time. What did he say? Zhaoyue stood on the cliff platform, chatting with Chongwen while looking at the door suspiciously.

After a long time, I saw Fu Chen smiled and was in a good mood when he came out again. His eyes just met her confused expression.

Fu Chen raised his hand and coughed lightly, saying, "I just said something you have done before."

Zhao Yue was in a daze and turned her head to look at the fox emperor who was walking behind and smiling with an evil face. He hugged his chest with his hands and smiled: "The little secret between men."

Intuition tells Zhaoyue that nothing is good.

She was too lazy to ask, and waved her hand: "It's getting late, we have to leave."

Zhaoyue's intuition is right. The Fox Emperor said that she had added fuel to the fire and mixed with many strange things. What did she cry when she saw him being attacked by someone and she cried into tears? What did she spend half a year digging three feet to find his spiritual consciousness in Santuchuan, and even planned to kill the Nine Heavens to steal the soul-torning lamp of the eight wilderness treasures in the Treasure Pavilion.

All the matters are related to the prince Fuchen, but Zhaoyue is unwilling to mention them.

Looking at the blush reflected in the sky, the dark sky shone with the two people on their backs, climbed over the hills, passed through the flowing mountains and flowing waters under their feet, and passed through a grassland, the snow-capped fields of Kunlun Palace gradually came into view. The snow-white mountains and howling heavy snow made Zhaoyue feel even colder.

It’s really what Yun Xiaoxian said, the Kunlun Palace is extremely cold.

Hei Tian looked at the two Qilin beasts in front of him and let out a deep whimper. The originally closed barrier gradually opened as the Qilin beast slowly opened its eyes like a curtain. Hei Tian Shi flashed and disappeared into the gate.

The moment he returned to the yard, Fu Chen was in a good mood and suddenly became iced.

I saw Mo Chuan sitting at the stone table under the night, peeling up oranges, as if waiting for them for a long time, and turned around slightly and looked at them both.

The dark sky shining turned into a ray of light and rushed into Zhaoyue's clothes. The woman in front of her looked at Mo Chuan in surprise: "Isn't Luo Chen recovering from illness? Why are you still coming to the gods to deliver food?"

After saying that, she turned around and looked inside the room. There were four dishes and one soup on the table, and two of them were of different colors. It was obvious that they were not steamed buns from the Kunlun Palace kitchen.

Mo Chuan stood up, saluted her, and chuckled: "There is a black crow falling in this yard, who is the messenger."

Zhao Yue turned her head and looked at a dark ruby ​​on the top of the ginseng fruit tree, which was obviously the messenger of Huangquan. She raised her right hand, and the black crow flapped her wings twice and landed on her arm.

A letter with the yellow letters printed in his mouth fell on Zhaoyue's other hand.

Mo Chuan turned his head, looked at Fu Chen, and said with a smile: "You should practice well. My disciples from Chiri Peak are different from Shanhai Peak and Wuri Peak. They represent the strongest level in the entire Kunlun Palace. One of them is no worse than the prince Fu Chen in that year."

Facing his profound gaze, Fu Chen snorted coldly: "The night is dark, so I'll go back to rest."

These two people, half of the greetings and half of the words, were lightning. The originally cold courtyard made Zhaoyue feel even more harsh. The key is that the serious look of Mo Chuankawa God made Zhaoyue feel even cold.

When he left, Zhao Yue complained a little: "You two are like two time bombs, I really don't know when it will start fighting."

Fu Chen smiled dryly: "I can't fight."

She curled her lips, looking disbelieving.

Fu Chen walked into the house, held all the two colorful steamed buns made by Mo Chuan in his hands, stuffed them into his mouth two or three mouths, and swallowed them.

The taste is good, so you must not let Zhaoyue eat it.

At this time, Zhao Yue was standing in the yard, looking at the envelope in her hand worried. After a long time, she turned her head and frowned at Fu Chen: "Why do you come to see this Huangquan letter?"

Sure enough, Fu Chen rolled his eyes.

Zhaoyue felt that the matter of making the letter into a small magic weapon had really reached the point where she needed to talk to Huang Quan in person. There was not so many things before, and when she was alone and could enter and exit Santuchuan at any time, the letter was not very difficult.

Now, when Santuchuan often writes letters, the evil taste of Huangquan seems too frightening.

She lamented while tearing open the envelope.
Chapter completed!