Now Zhaoyue felt that she was so stupid that she could handle this matter with a slap in her head!

I thought I had found an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, but I didn't expect that Fusang turned around and waved her. Now she was sitting in this Tai Chi Hall, looking at the serious ancestor Hongjun on the platform, so frustrated.

In addition to the two of them, there are also a few strange faces in this hall. Just by looking at the eyes of the ancestor Hongjun, you can tell that the people in the hall must be Fusang's eyeliner.

Zhao Yue originally wanted to complain to the ancestor Hongjun, but she had to be serious and act like she was asking for guilt. She looked like you were owed ten thousand taels of gold by the Heavenly Clan. She tilted her mouth, both her face and her voice were filled with the words of dissatisfaction.

But it's too difficult.

"I just complained, but I didn't expect that you, Ancestor, would send the Mo Chuan God to that small courtyard. It wasn't that the deity would talk, and that the courtyard temple could not contain so many people. The way you do things in Kunlun Palace and Jiuzhongtian is a bit too violent."

She looked unhappy, and wherever her eyes reached, several junior disciples of Kunlun Palace did not even have the courage to look up.

The corner of the old ancestor Hongjun's mouth raised slightly: "Kunlun Palace has always been hospitable and does not want to be ridiculed by the world for neglecting Yue Zun. I hope Yue Zun will take more responsibility. If you still feel that there is something wrong, Yue Zun just says it's okay."

Zhaoyue laughed dryly, even more unhappy.

As the sun sets, the cold wind in Kunlun Palace reaches its core. When the sky turns red, Fu Chen's heart is even bigger. According to the past rules, from the hour of You, the four branches of the day will be considered to be over, which means that Mo Chuan is coming back.

Since this man appeared, Fu Chen has not felt worry-free. He was inexplicably angry when he saw him, and always felt that he wanted to attack Zhao Yue while others were unprepared.

After closing the book, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He had always thought that he was the example of the world, and even his feelings were not so obvious, so he was called the title of the prince of the Heavenly Clan.

It was not until the meeting on Junji Mountain that he knew for the first time what it means to ask for but not get it.

That eager mood, I wanted to find that person in the world and cherish the desire to love him well, no matter how rational he had been, he was defeated at that moment.

In terms of relationships, he really felt that he had failed very much. It was far more painful to recognize the wrong person and pay for it by mistake by being betrayed by Fusang and not being able to understand it.

For Fu Chen, all the previous life was like a black history that he could not get rid of, making him particularly rare and concerned about Zhao Yue who had finally stayed by him now. When Mo Chuan appeared, he almost burst out the things he was most afraid of and worried about.

If he passed by Zhaoyue again in this life, he would be better than dying a hundred years ago.

Don't be heartbroken and have nowhere to rest.

Today, Fuchen is just the youngest prince in the world of the world, far away from Buxiaochuan Fox Clan. The fox clan is very weak. The entire nine-tailed fox lineage is about to be involved in seven aunts and eight aunts, and there are only eight people. It seems that the true identity of the Fox Emperor, a son of unknown origin, is no longer so important.

In comparison, it is far less heavy and complicated than that in the Ninth Heaven. It does not need to be the halo of the world's number one war god. At the same time, it also has to consider the interests of the Ninth Heaven and reminds itself that it is the prince of the Heavenly Clan at all times.

Every move, every frown, and even a word will be interpreted by the world.

If you think about this now, you only need to consider Zhaoyue and yourself. It is a dream that was impossible to realize before.

He once had almost confronted the old ministers of the Heavenly Clan alone for the sake of the Spirit Girl. If he hadn't been the only legitimate son, the old guys wouldn't have nodded so easily.

Looking back, I was really stupid back then, and I was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, with seven colors, especially green, which is the most prominent.

The cuckolds tied up by Fusang have become a laughing stock in the world, which is extremely pitiful.

He sat upright in the room and breathed a deep breath.

In this living courtyard of Kunlun Palace, golden bead curtains shone out in the sunset. On the extremely gorgeous objects in the house, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and in the cloisonné bottle, a dried flower gradually bloomed. At that moment, on the other side of the courtyard gate, Mo Chuan's figure was almost stuck at the time point, and he appeared there.

He was dressed in black and was majestic, with a dark eyebrows, a willow leaves raised at the end of his eyes, a small crown with a high height, and a expressionless face passed the threshold of the yard. When his eyes were cast towards Fu Chen, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It was obvious that he was laughing, but the air in the yard suddenly dropped to freezing point.

He was almost not afraid of Fu Chen's hostile gaze, and walked straight over, sat beside him, and opened his cold lips: "Why, it's been a day, the prince hasn't recovered yet?"

"Hmph." Fu Chen responded coldly, giving him a blank look, "The Supreme God is full of spring breeze and very proud."

"Um."

This response that was correct in the eight meridians made Fu Chen feel blocked in an instant.

As if to make him more blocked, Mo Chuan took out a familiar box from his sleeve and placed it in front of Fu Chen: "I just delayed my time in order to make some jujube flower crisps for Yue Zunxin."

Then, he turned slightly and looked inside the room: "It seems that Yue Zun is not here."

"I heard that you were going to live here, I must have gone to complain to the ancestor Hongjun." After that, he condensed the jujube flower pastry in the small box and sneered: "The Supreme God has really taken out all his eighteen martial arts. This jujube flower pastry has actually achieved the level of the Nine Heavens Imperial Kitchen."

He smiled slightly: "Faced with an opponent like the prince who can do nothing, if he cannot play to his strengths and avoids his weaknesses, how can he win Yuezun's smile?"

What a trick of helping Chen plays his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, and the little fox in front of him is half dark, and the atmosphere in the air is quite strange for a moment.

Fu Chen snorted coldly and looked at the jujube flower sauce: "The Supreme God has always regarded the stability of the world as the burden on his shoulders and the peace of the Eight Desolations as the code of conduct. Why did he suddenly listen to the words of the Heavenly Lord today and say that he would be moved here as soon as he moved?"

Mo Chuan's lightly drooping eyes reflected Fu Chen sitting there with his hands in his chest. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Have you ever thought that if I don't come, the Heavenly Lord will send someone more difficult to deal with."

This made Fu Chen slightly stunned. Could there be someone in Kunlun Palace that is more difficult to deal with than the god of Mo Chuan?

He looked at Mo Chuan's eyes with a hint of surprise: "The God of Heaven is humble, when no one is more difficult to deal with than you."

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not respond to Fu Chen's words of burying him. Instead, he took out a piece of jujube crisp from the box and handed it to Fu Chen: "After you leave, this Kunlun Palace is complicated, and even the ancestor Hongjun cannot protect himself. It is reasonable if you don't know many things."

Looking at the jujube-shaped crispy jujube in his hand, Fu Chen wilted for a while and took it.

"Immortal Ning Yu threw himself into your arms and was fruitless. It's easy to understand this matter of turning to Fusang."

Mo Chuan also took out a piece of jujube crisp and put it in his mouth. The sweet smell instantly melted in his mouth.
Chapter completed!