Mo Chuan stood there in surprise, looking at the direction where Bai Yuan disappeared. After a long time, he turned around and walked out of the small yard.

It just so happened that Zhao Yue was already waiting at the entrance of the yard, wearing a white fox fur, leaning against the pillar at the door, looking slightly abrupt.

She turned her head, looked at the direction where Bai Yuan disappeared, frowned, and laughed dryly for a while, looking at Mo Chuan, who had walked out of the yard with a little darker face.

But he just glanced at her indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, and he walked towards the direction of the dragon vein.

Zhao Yue wandered for a while, looked at the small yard in front of her, and then looked at Mo Chuan who was slowly leaving. She took a deep breath, chased Mo Chuan's back in the direction of the dragon vein.

Hearing her broken footsteps made Mo Chuan particularly surprised. He stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhaoyue who was smiling in front of him for some reason: "Why don't you go and say hello?"

Bai Yuan is so familiar with Zhaoyue, he must not be a passerby who has never been masked. In the long river of time, if these two people have never met each other, Mo Chuan would definitely not believe it.

As if seeing through his doubts, Zhao Yue raised her hand and waved her hand: "No need."

She smiled faintly and walked from Mo Chuan to the front.

For Zhaoyue, Bai Yuan is a special existence, the shadow of the emperor, and the janitor who protects Kunlun Yuan.

To put it more thoroughly, both of them believed that if they did not see each other, they would be prosperous and the years would be peaceful. If they had to meet each other, they would definitely be in the purgatory of chaos in the world and the fall of the eight wildernesses.

Some people don’t have to meet each other, but they still follow each other every second.

Bai Yuan sat in the room, sitting by the ebony table, looking at Zhao Yue's distant back through the carved window frame. After a long time, a smile finally came to his face without expression.

The mirror in his hand that was not mirrored was faintly emitting a slight light.

That is one of the ancient artifacts, which can know that the world can accomplish everything and see the Kunlun Mirror that can see the three thousand great worlds in the world.

Bai Yuan’s real purpose here is to use the breath of Kunlun Abyss to protect this mirror from Kunlun Abyss. Apart from him, Zhao Yue is the only one who knows about this.

He looked at her left back, lowered his head, and gently stroked the empty mirror. The mirror, which was originally without a mirror, actually rippled with layers of water, gradually reflecting a person.

The young man reflected in the mirror, with a smile on his face, with bright eyes, wearing a black black star coat, dark eyebrows, and a playful atmosphere in his elegant and square square.

"Sure enough." Bai Yuan sighed softly.

At noon, the skylight fell on the floating island of Kunlunyuan. Bai Yuan stood up and pulled out a yellow letter paper in front of the desk behind him. Then he looked at the pen holder several times. Finally, he found the special red wolf-haired brush in the inconspicuous little corner.

This magic weapon specially used to write letters to Santuchuan has never used it for 300,000 years, and it has been left to this point for the moment that is about to come.

Bai Yuan raised his hand and wrote two words on the letter paper: Ye Xiang.

Afterwards, the letter paper turned into a white bird, fluttered its wings a few times, and flew towards the sky. He glanced at the figure in the mirror, silently looking at the dazzling sky outside the house.

"I'm almost ready, too." He murmured for a while.

Zhao Yue stood there at the edge of the floating island in Kunlun Palace, looking at the magnificent scene in front of him, and sighed: "In the past, this place was just a snow-capped mountain Gobi, and under the floating island was the boundary of the Bailu clan."

She said as she looked at Mo Chuan behind her from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing that he was still silent, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, Zhao Yue took a deep breath and took out the hollow box in Qiankun bag: "I really cannot trust the Supreme God completely, I hope the Supreme God can understand it. The Kunlun Abyss incident does have the meaning of tempting the Supreme God. If the Supreme God feels offended, I will give the Supreme God accompanies him first."

Mo Chuan was slightly stunned, but his face was still expressionless, looking at Zhao Yue's cheek.

How could he not know that this was a test? How could he not know that Zhao Yue could not trust him completely? Whether from a standpoint or his identity, unless this Gu Yuezun is a fool, how could he trust him completely?

What Mo Chuan felt was not so pleasant was just Bai Yuan said that she was the family of the master of Kunlunyuan.

Seeing that he was still dark, Zhaoyue laughed helplessly, opened the lid of the box in her hand, and showed it in front of him: "I just went to get a few things. If the Supreme God likes it, choose one."

In the box that originally contained the sheepskin scroll written by the Emperor himself, five or six colorful bottles and jars were lying quietly, colorful in the sun.

Unexpectedly, Mo Chuan didn't even look at it, but stepped forward, stood in front of her, and spoke: "What is the relationship between Kunlun Yuan, the master of Kunlun Yuan and Yue Zun?"

This question made Zhaoyue confused.

She thought about it for a long time, but didn't know which master Mo Chuan was asking about the Kunlun Yuan.

Is it the Emperor? Is it Bai Yuan? Or is it the current Fu Chen?

Seeing Zhaoyue hesitating, Mo Chuan took a deep breath: "The fox prince Fuchen once said that Yue Zun had an engagement with someone, but it was true?"

After this question, Zhaoyue probably knew who Mo Chuan was asking.

"Oh, you said Emperor." Zhao Yue chuckled, "It's family."

Her understatement of the answer obviously did not satisfy Mo Chuan. He took another step forward, and the distance between Zhaoyue was almost only ten centimeters.

This made Zhao Yue somewhat unexpected.

She knew that the Heavenly Lord Fusang would not give up. Compared to marrying Yun Surou, the little princess of the Feather Clan, if she could win her joy, the world would be at your fingertips. If it weren't right, the world would bow its head and surrender.

But she didn't expect that the Heavenly Lord Fusang would be so persistent that he would just let Mo Chuan monitor her, but he would have to confirm this problem several times.

Zhao Yue was a little embarrassed, so she took a little step back and hurriedly said, "It's true that she has been engaged."

Mo Chuan looked at Zhao Yue who had taken a step back to him, and felt like falling into an ice cave. He took a deep breath, took two steps back, and saluted respectfully: "I'm rude."

Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, closed the lid of the wooden box and took it back into the Qiankun bag.

"But there is really an ancient emperor in the world?"

Mo Chuan looked at her side face, saw her smiling relaxedly, nodded: "Yes, the world is the master of the world, the god of all gods." After saying that, he glanced at Mo Chuan, as if he was teasing, "You Tian Clan Taizu Zhulong, who had taken the Nine Heavens from the Emperor, the best land in the world, from the Emperor, why are there few generations of people? Only one or two of the descendants of this Tian Clan knew that there was an emperor?"

She said, looking at Mo Chuan's eyes.

The four words "ungrateful" were clearly engraved in his eyes, and Mo Chuan felt a little embarrassed.

"After a few days of the Eight Desolations, I must give a little bit of the Heavenly Lord so that he will not forget me."

After saying that, she smiled faintly, and the breath of riding on the dragon veins disappeared in front of Mo Chuan's eyes.
Chapter completed!