She was not complaining, but she was just a little confused.

The encounter with him in this life was nothing more than that on Junji Mountain, she did not suppress her worries, for fear that the evil demon's evil curse would hurt his spiritual consciousness and save his life in the ruined temple.

Then, for some reason, the prince of the Heavenly Clan seemed to have been slaughtered, and he wanted to find her in a drastic way.

This was something that Zhao Yue felt funny, but at this moment she thought about it again and felt a little warm. If the person on Ruojunji Mountain was not her, would he still turn things around?

She stood there, leaning against the doorpost with a smile, looking at the flashing sky light, and it was all night.

The next morning, when Fu Chen finished his clothes and pushed open the door, he looked up and saw that she was still leaning there, and he was a little unhappy. This woman was so afraid of the cold that she was still standing at the wind gust and blew the wind all night. If the wind was cold, I don’t know how much to do it.

As if feeling his unfriendly gaze, Zhao Yue turned to look at his black face and scratched her head awkwardly: "I thought about it all night, or you would just choose a woman from the Heavenly Clan..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold light came back from bottom to top and held back the second half of Zhaoyue.

Zhao Yue was stunned for a while, sighed, looking at his appearance, he thought of choosing a girl to get engaged.

This is difficult. You can probably only hope that the ancestor Hongjun can come up with some good way to overcome this matter, otherwise you will be helpless and will not be able to come up with any good way for a while.

"I definitely won't agree to this engagement." Fu Chen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in front of him, "As for how to get back, it will be a matter of Lao Yue'er's worries."

It was as light as a dragonfly, and she passed by her with a smile. Zhao Yue pursed her lips and couldn't say a word for a while.

After all, I was designed by someone and fell into a wife on him out of thin air. If anyone else had thought that she would look like he was reluctant.

Forget it, Fusang didn't say when to send one, and when to send one, so just put your heart in your stomach and solve the situation in front of you first.

When it comes to the moment, the most urgent thing is the banquet that Lao Zu Hongjun did on purpose.

Under the banner of "Cheng Yuezun's disciple, he won the top ranking list", the matter of Kunlun Palace dismissing the Elders' House was a foregone conclusion.

This is what Mo Chuan said: "The ancestor is the one who wins, and the heavenly king is the one who loses, Dangqing."

But Zhaoyue felt wronged. She didn't have any relationship between the two sides, but she was pushed to the forefront. Although Hongjun's ancestor was his own person, she had to obstruct her from her identity.

And she would be happy to help the ancestor as long as she had time, but there was a second half of this sentence, except for things related to the Heavenly Lord.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to help, it’s not that she doesn’t want to take action, it’s because it’s because it’s really big to protect Fu Chen’s existence and find the way to grow a clay body first.

Looking at Fu Chen who was already standing in the yard in front of him, he turned his head to look at her thoughtful face, glanced behind her with some confusion, and then laughed: "It's getting late, let it go first."

That faint voice pulled back Zhao Yue's complicated thoughts and nodded: "Well, it's useless."

But Fu Chen stood sideways, facing the bright sky lights, and stretched out his hand towards Zhaoyue: "Go."

The tall body gathered into a black silhouette in Zhaoyue's eyes, exuding an inexplicable handsome aura, covering her in the realm of gentleness, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

The boy in front of him was still a pair of fox ears, and his cheeks were still a little tender. He was wearing the golden white background and the golden crown was tall and high. The temperament emitted from the inside made her unable to remove her eyes, and she even didn't know how to react.

Fu Chen saw her stunned, frowned in confusion: "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and smiled embarrassedly: "I always feel that there is something different about you."

She lifted the hem of the skirt and walked over the threshold, but did not put her hand on the palm of his hand. She took his wrist and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

Fu Chen looked at her holding her wrist tightly, and while forcibly prying her fingers apart one by one and stuffing them into his palm, he said lightly: "It's probably because he knows it."

I knew where I came from and where I was going. Fu Chen was confused for a long time and disappeared from knowing his true identity.

When he just woke up in the Medicine King Valley, he felt that he had to take one step at a time. In the next ten and hundreds of steps, he never thought about where to go, nor how to go.

At that time, he was betrayed by everyone and became a joke in the world. Even if he was reborn once, no one would be full of hostility in his eyes and no one could believe it.

At that time, there was only Zhao Yue by his side. In her own way, even if he raised his sword to face him so many times, he still stood in front of him with a smile, becoming the only person who could cast the strongest protection for him in the world and the world.

Fu Chen knew that only by reaching the top again and becoming the ancient emperor who can control the world again can he become the person who in turn protects her.

He no longer thinks it doesn't matter what the world is and how the heavenly clan is.

Zhaoyue was said lightly by him, and she was confused and she was tilted without asking any more questions.

It seemed that she was pulling his hand, but in fact he was holding it tightly in his palm and walking towards the direction of the Taiji Hall of Kunlun Palace. Along the way, you could see some traces of feasts in all directions. Many immortal officials from the Nine Heavens gathered in this Kunlun Palace. The square in front of the Kunlun Palace, which was originally a little deserted, was bustling and crowded at this time.

The white jade fence was polished brightly, and even the fairy official in plain clothes lay on the roof of the Tai Chi Hall, wiped the glazed tiles piece by piece.

Kunlun Palace, which has not been opened in all directions for tens of thousands of years, will be presented to the eyes of all clans in the world in the best view because of the feast of all directions.

"Speaking of this, in another half a month, it will be spring."

Zhao Yue sighed at the busy figure in front of her.

For her, who has been in a long time, the days passed by day and in the blink of an eye, the situation of this year has come to an end again.

Since we met Fuchen in the Yaowang Valley in early autumn, we are about to start spring, and it has been four or five months since we calculated it.

Fu Chen glanced at the person around, grabbed her hand and tightened slightly: "If the demon clan wants the master's immortal body, this is the best opportunity."

This was like a stone, thrown into Zhaoyue's originally peaceful heart lake, making a muffled sound.

She glanced around, took a deep breath, and looked at the boy beside her from the corner of her eyes and nodded.

What other demons in Buluoyuan have the chance to get closer to the immortal body of the Pure Yuan Shangshen than now?
Chapter completed!