All night, Fu Chen and Mo Chuan almost didn't close their eyes.

Sitting cross-legged, nervous, afraid that someone would run away if he was not careful, and Fu Chen finally had the opportunity to talk to Mo Chuan about their coming to Kunlun Palace.

At the third update of the moon, he narrowed Mo Chuan's black face. After thinking about where he should start, he felt abrupt on both sides. After a while, he finally snorted coldly and spoke: "Chunyuan is not dead."

He thought so much, but in the end he still said it straightforwardly.

Mo Chuan, who was sitting in front of him, saw a trace of surprise in his eyes at this moment.

Chunyuan Shangshen, the master of Prince Fuchen, and the elder sister of Mo Chuan Shangshen, fell asleep six hundred years ago after the Battle of Qiongqidao. All the pharmacists in the world and wilderness said that she was dead, and even the medicine god Yun Xiaoxian shook his head and was unable to turn the world back.

If it weren't for the words of Prince Fuchen, her immortal body would have been buried in Wuwang Sea six hundred years ago, and would not have been placed in Kunlun Palace until today.

But the little fox in front of him, the recreation of the prince Fuchen, said just now that she was not dead.

If Mo Chuan was not surprised at all, it would be impossible.

Seeing the crack of water on his face, Fu Chen sootheed a lot first, chuckled, and didn't say anything. He turned around and lay on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it on his body.

Mo Chuan frowned slightly. The prince was clearly awesome. The words that threw away the bricks and attracted jade made him feel bad.

All night, Mo Chuan seemed to have been hit by Fu Chen's spell, and his head was full of things about the Supreme God of Chunyuan. He always thought that as the prince of the Heavenly Clan, he could not let go of Chunyuan, and he was dead, so he preserved her immortal body to this day, but he didn't expect that there was another possibility in the matter.

The next day, the sky was bright. When Fu Chen got up as usual, he looked at Mo Chuan still sitting quietly by the window, as if he had not slept all night, and still said nothing. He put Yun Jin Ni Shang on his body, facing the bronze mirror, but from the corner of his eyes, he looked at Mo Chuan who was a little dazed.

After thinking a little, he decided not to mention it, walked out of the door, pulled out the Yunyu sword in the yard with the cold wind, and practiced the ten moves Zhaoyue taught him.

The very rare Mo Chuan was the last of the three people to appear in the main hall. When Luo Chen, who was delivering breakfast, saw him, his hand holding the plate shook subconsciously, sucked his nose violently, and quickly moved his eyes to another place.

Zhao Yue smiled with interest, took out the jade flute and knocked Luo Chen's body bones up and down: "Well, it seems that he has recovered well."

Hearing this, Luo Chen quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks at hand and saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your help. My sick body is really much better these days."

The white cloud-patterned clothes, the golden waistband, and the golden hairband on their head set off the almost healed boy in front of them with a very temperament.

She nodded, took out a small celadon bottle from Qiankun bag, pulled out the bottle cap, gently poured out an extremely inconspicuous black pill, and reached out to hand it in front of Luo Chen: "Come on, eat this."

Looking at Zhao Yue in front of her, Luo Chen looked suspiciously at the pill in her palm, glanced at Mo Chuan standing on the other side. Seeing that he had no reaction, he took the pill over.

But before putting it in his mouth, he seemed to be hesitant, as if he had experienced some ideological struggle, he pursed his lips: "This..."

Zhaoyue raised her hand and poured a glass of water, and pushed it in front of him: "I've eaten."

Luo Chen laughed awkwardly, put the pill in his mouth, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"Wow, Yue Zun, this thing is so unpalatable!" Luo Chen's expression twisted and he pulled his neck to look at Zhao Yue.

She turned the flute and said with a smile: "It is normal for the elixir to replenish qi and nourish blood to take a little bit of it."

Luo Chen grinned and muttered in a low voice: "It's not a bit unpalatable..."

"Huh?" Zhao Yue pretended not to hear clearly, looked at his cheek in confusion, and saw the boy saluting and took two steps back.

"Monday Lord, please have a meal."

After that, he hurriedly slipped out of the room without turning his head.

Zhao Yue looked at Luo Chen's panicked look and chuckled: "What did you do as a master to make your disciple afraid of you so much?"

Mo Chuan sighed lightly, sat on the other side of the table, looking at Zhaoyue in front of him with bright eyes.

The eyes that were as thorough as obsidian fell on Zhaoyue, causing her to feel uncomfortable, frown, and turn her eyes to the other side.

After a long time, Mo Chuan asked lightly: "The medicine that Yue Zun just now does not look like a medicine that replenishes qi and nourishes blood at all."

Zhao Yue smiled awkwardly and was about to explain, when she saw Mo Chuan lowering his voice and interrupted her before she made a sound: "It's like Yue Zun coming to Kunlun Palace, it doesn't look like she's just here to travel around."

He had something in his words and looked at Zhaoyue's cheek.

At this moment, Zhao Yue's mind was wandering around several times, and she was a little confused before realizing that it must be what Fu Chen said last night.

She slightly straightened her body and responded with a smile: "Since the God of the Supreme God has asked this, I will not hide it from the God of the Supreme God. Before talking about these things, I want to ask the God of the Supreme God first, can I understand the battle between the Heavenly Clan and the Evil Dragon Clan and the Battle at Qiongqi Road six hundred years ago?"

Mo Chuan looked at her and said nothing.

Although Zhao Yue felt bored, she still said it thoroughly: "In the battle of Qiongqidao, the evil dragon clan rebelled and the heavenly clan sent troops to attack, but in the Santuchuan Yanluo Hall, the fallen soldiers of the evil dragon clan were reborn in the carousel before reincarnation, which was not the case."

She looked at Mo Chuan, and the index finger on her right hand tapped the table a few times, lowered her voice, and said lightly: "The truth is that the Heavenly Clan is betrayal and took away the Kongtong Seal, one of the ancient artifacts guarded by the Evil Dragon Clan for generations. The Evil Dragon Clan had no choice but to sacrifice the entire clan's blood, use the souls of the entire clan to retrieve the Kongtong Seal, and locked him in a corner of the world."

When Zhaoyue talked about these things, Mo Chuan had almost no expression or movements, but his inner shock far exceeded the scope of expression. It took him a long time to hear it clearly, understand it, and understand what Zhaoyue said.

The woman in front of him looked at his eyes and sighed with some joking: "As for the demon clan, one is to take advantage of the situation and try to seize the Kongtong Seal while the Heavenly Clan and the Evil Dragon Clan are fighting a lot. On the other hand, the demon clan has a deal with a certain person in the Heavenly Clan."

Zhao Yue smiled faintly and glanced at his cheek: "The content of the transaction is to use the body of the prince Fuchen as a container for resurrecting the Demon King in the Battle of the Wasteland in the future."

After the words came, Mo Chuan's eyes drooped, and it took him a long time to figure out the huge amount of information in Zhaoyue's words.

After a long time, he turned around and looked at her: "So, Chun Yuan is still alive?"

Zhao Yue smiled faintly and pursed her lips: "Living as a ghost clan, I don't know if it's your intention."
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