That day, in the end, Fu Chen didn't know what Mo Chuan wrote in his two letters, nor did he know what kind of painful choice the man who had been tense for several days had experienced in his heart.

For him, who is more important to the woman in front of him and the fox Fuchen, who has the spiritual consciousness of the prince of the Heavenly Clan, who has worked loyally with him for tens of thousands of years?

He was unwilling to bear the infamy of rebellion, but he was even more unwilling to destroy the world he cherished.

In addition to the letter, in addition to the report to Fusang what Zhao Yue was doing every day, the other letter was written to Taishang Laojun. In that letter, as the dragon clan, he asked Taishang Laojun about the battle of Qiongqidao six hundred years ago.

The night was deep, and the starry sky in the Nine Heavens was filled with bright stars. The carrier pigeon landed in an inconspicuous corner. When the Emperor Taishang noticed it, it was almost early in the morning.

He subconsciously hid the carrier pigeon in his sleeve, fearing that someone would see this scene.

With the dotted palace lanterns, the carrier pigeon was restored into a beautiful letter in small characters in his wide sleeves. He read it from top to bottom many times, and a few new wrinkles appeared on his already haggard forehead.

In the battle of Qiongqi Dao, he wanted to investigate this matter back then, but he couldn't continue. Now, he was mentioned again by the god of Mo Chuan, and many questions that were covered in his heart once again caught his heart.

After thinking for a moment, the letter turned into ashes in the blazing flames of the alchemy furnace.

He looked up at the deep night outside the hall, and felt that the peaceful days of the Nine Heavens were probably about to end.

That night, the Nine Heavens were still warm and Kunlun Palace was still cold. When the first ray of sunrise shone through the clouds above its head in the morning, Zhaoyue was still sleeping heavily, while Fuchen and Mo Chuan had already sat there, looking at each other unhappily.

The fox-eared boy closed his eyes, supported his forehead with one hand and placed the other on the hilt of Yunyu's sword.

The strange aura outside the house had been staying all night. Whether it was him or Mo Chuan, he had not been asleep all night.

"The dragon clan has always treated all directions with courtesy, and at that time it even used these despicable means." He almost gritted his teeth and spit out these words.

And Mo Chuan seemed to have not heard it, closed his eyes and sat upright on the other side.

Fuchen was dissatisfied, but he didn't say much. After all, no matter how much he said, the man in front of him was unable to turn it around.

However, Zhaoyue was monitored like this all day long, and she could sleep so deeply and sweetly. She could hear her snoring breathing in the main hall of the room.

Fu Chen sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"The prince is very noisy now." Mo Chuan raised his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Chen with a little provocative meaning: "Your Highness, who was so proud of his words back then, can't stop now like an abandoned woman?"

Fu Chen was unhappy and looked at his face: "If you want to say that you are cherishing your words, you should think that it is the god of Mo Chuan."

He sneered and looked at Mo Chuan with some slander: "You can't get her favor, are you firing everywhere?"

But Mo Chuan glanced at him, took out four things from Qiankun bag and placed them in front of Fu Chen: "I asked Yun Xiaoxian, Yue Zun liked pasta the most, so he made a new trick."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fu Chen was stunned. Mo Chuan had such free time to pinch the steamed buns into new tricks. The four steamed buns in front of him were clearly the appearance of four cute nine-tailed foxes.

The pinching is vivid and unique in terms of this carving technique alone.

Fu Chen's lips opened and closed for a long time, without making any sound.

Seeing that he had no words, Mo Chuan felt inexplicably better, almost swaying Yingying's smile on her face, making Fu Chen feel even more unhappy.

After a long time, he sneered: "You don't understand her at all."

Mo Chuan turned his head and looked at him "struggling to death" and smiled a little deeper: "Stop struggling, catch someone, first grab her hobbies and her stomach, and tell you that you don't understand."

Not understanding the two words really made Fu Chen angry. The hilt of Yun Yu's sword rubbed a lot in his hand, and he smiled dryly: "You actually treat her as an ordinary woman."

Mo Chuan nodded: "How could Yue Zun be an ordinary woman, so domineering and magnificent, who can be three points to her?"

The young man sitting in his booking gave him a blank look: "Only unusual is worthy of unusual."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a white light outside the yard, landing straight at the door of the house like a meteor. A black shadow accompanied by a crow sound, hovering in the main hall for a while, and landing on Fu Chen's shoulder.

The mood that was originally low in the morning because of Mo Chuan was now even worse. The crow had a huge ruby ​​on his head, and he could tell at a glance that it was Santuchuan's letter.

Sure enough, it glanced at Mo Chuan, spit out the three letters in its mouth, and landed them on the table.

Looking at the letter in front of me, there was a red circle in the lower right corner of the cowhide envelope, and Fu Chen's scalp tightened a little.

Mo Chuan put his hands on his chest, as if he was worried about what he said just now. Taking advantage of Fu Chen's time to read the letter, he joked: "You are unusual. You are still so young at the age of yours, which is really unusual."

When Fu Chen finished reading the letter in front of him, he rubbed his temples and almost smoke came out of his head. He smiled disdainfully and pushed the letter in front of Mo Chuan: "Come on, it's a man, just read the letter."

He frowned and looked suspiciously at Fu Chen in front of him.

Then Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and shook the letter in his hand twice: "It's a man, just look at the letter!"

He spoke firmly and repeated again.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Mo Chuan took the letter over.

What happened afterwards, simply put, was that Mo Chuan's face gradually turned black, and his ears were tinnitus by the sound of hell that was filled with his head. He didn't read a word or hear a word clearly.

The moment he put down the letter paper, Fu Chen clearly saw that a trace of blue smoke came out of his head.

Looking at his somewhat distracted appearance, Fu Chen poured a glass of water and pushed it to him: "It seems that you didn't read it."

Mo Chuan laughed dryly, looked at his face, but his eyes fell directly on Zhao Yue behind him.

She was wearing pajamas, fox fur, and raised her eyebrows as if she was watching two playful children. She glanced at the two people in front of her with disgust: "You two, this deity's letter said it was removed and then it was removed. Are you very tinnitus now?"

The two men in front of them were sitting upright, not moving at all.

Zhao Yue raised his hand, and each man wrote the Qingxin Art, unraveling the curse of peeking at the letter from top to bottom, laughed dryly, and grabbed the three letters that were put on the table and called: "If my Yue clan's letter is cursed if it is privately opened, don't do anything randomly."

After saying that, she sat on the other side of the table and looked at it one by one. One of the letters was about Luo Chen. She frowned while looking at it.

The child was actually survived in Qingyun Cliff, Luo Yao's only son, the Sword Immortal, the son of Luo Yao.
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