She turned her head and looked at the old ancestor Hongjun raised her hand and stroked her beard and smiled. She looked like she knew it for a long time, which made her engrave the words "admiration" on her face.

He could actually invite Huang Quan to move, or ask him to dress up as a woman to dance. I don’t know what he could do if he caught him.

If Zhaoyue had been replaced, he would have been nagged for half his life.

"Yuezun thought my girl's dancing skills were like this?" The ancestor smiled, and there was a big smell of not opening any pot.

Zhao Yue smiled and raised the wine cup in her hand: "This girl who leads the dance skills are superb, and can be compared with the pure wine fragrance of Kunlun Palace."

After saying that, he took a sip and the smile on his face became heavier.

"If Yue Zun likes it, you can drink more." After saying that, he raised his hand slightly, and another celadon bottle was added to Zhao Yue's table. "The wine in front of Yue Zun was made by his old man for Yue Zun himself."

Looking at the two bottles of white water in the old wine pot on the table in front of him, Zhao Yue laughed against her will: "That deity is so honorable."

Fu Chen glanced at Zhao Yue beside him calmly, his ears erected, and he heard all the conversation just now.

The words were calm and the courtesy was impeccable, but if it was combined with the bottle of white water in front of me, I suddenly heard a faint smell of gunpowder.

Out of the corner of his eyes, the old ancestor Hongjun who was sitting beside him, raised his hand and poured half a cup out of Zhaoyue's wine pot, and put it between his lips.

But before he could drink it, the woman covered her face with a white gauze sang and walked towards Fuchen with a faint smile, saluted her, and then sat beside him, bringing the envious eyes of the immortals in the entire Tai Chi Hall to Fuchen.

The water in that cup was a little less sweet.

He raised his eyes and looked at Huang Quan with a smile, almost squeezed out a few small words from his teeth: "The gauze skirt of Emperor Ming is very fit."

Huang Quan's cheeks flushed, he glanced at Fu Chen shyly, and lowered his voice: "It seems that you don't want your master's immortal body."

After saying that, the pressure at the table suddenly lowered a lot, which made Zhao Yue shudder all over.

In this scene, what others saw was the scene of Fu Chen having a happy conversation with the woman of the Tian clan, but only a few of them knew the smell of the cold wind.

Zhao Yue was speechless. It was clearly a celebration banquet. Why did so many troubles have been added? She originally planned to let go of the complicated things these days and drink happily, but the wine pot in front of her was just fine. Even the dancing dancer was a complete man.

This banquet really made her feel very frustrated.

Also frustrated was Mo Chuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite them.

Seeing through, he couldn't say anything. He was serious and had a tight face. The wine cup in front of him had just drank a glass and then didn't move at all. Ning Yu Shangxian behind him looked slightly. After looking for a long time, he moved forward, picked up the celadon wine bottle on his table, and drank a glass for him personally.

"God is full of worries, but what are his doubts?"

Mo Chuan glanced out of the corner of his eyes and glanced at Ning Yu alertly, and said lightly: "You are doing business and you can't drink too much."

Then, he sat there and his eyes fell back to Zhaoyue.

Ning Yu followed his eyes and looked at Zhao Yue who was drinking alone, and Fu Chen, who was chatting with the white veil dancer beside her, and chuckled: "Today, all the immortals are here, and everyone can see every move of Yue Zun, and the Supreme God does not have to be so alert."

He glanced at Ning Yu, sneered, and said no more.

"It's the dancing girl's beautiful dance posture that is really touching. The woman arranged by the emperor is really amazing. She caught the heart of the fox prince in just one song."

Ning Yu couldn't help but feel a little yearning when he spoke. After saying that, he even made himself a little shy.

Mo Chuan looked at the woman he had never seen before. His plain clothes showed his slender figure for some reason. His every frown and smile was extremely beautiful and charming. As a female fairy, her appearance was one of the best in the Ninth Heaven.

Why have you never heard of it? You have never known it?

Mo Chuan's unavoidable search on Huang Quan made Huang Quan feel a little furious. Through the gap of pouring wine to Fu Chen, he lowered his voice and asked: "Stinky fox, who is the black-clothed person? He has been staring at me, making people feel furious."

Fu Chen didn't raise his head, and put the peeled orange in his hand in front of Zhaoyue, then looked at Huang Quan with a smile: "That person is the god of Mo Chuan, Chunyuan's brother."

Huang Quan was slightly stunned and nodded.

It turned out to be the strongest man in Kunlun Palace. No wonder he had such strong doubts about his existence.

Huang Quan smiled slightly and nodded politely to Mo Chuan. This shallow response shocked Mo Chuan. His secret search could have been discovered by this little fairy. If the woman in front of him was really arranged by the Heavenly Lord, it would be a real terrible existence.

His strength should be far above Ning Yu's Supreme Immortal, and he may even be approaching the level of the Supreme God.

He hesitated for a moment, without responding, turned to look at the immortal Ning Yu, raised the wine cup in his hand, and said as if he was a little relaxed: "The immortal Ning Yu is right. Today, all the immortals are here, so there is no trouble." After that, he drank the wine cup in his hand.

Huang Quan glanced at his appearance, muttered the words Mo Chuan several times in his mind, raised his hand and poured a glass of wine for Fu Chen.

The banquet on this day continued until the setting sun and the night fell into the sky, and the fairy music stopped. The crowd was drunk and stood up with a smile and said goodbye to Zhaoyue and Hongjun. While talking and laughing, they walked away together with the clouds and flew away towards the ninth heaven.

The lively Tai Chi Hall gradually calmed down, leaving only the gods on Mo Chuan, the immortals on Ning Yu, the ancestor Hongjun and Zhao Yue Fuchen sitting on the platform, as well as the Emperor of the Underworld who were dressed as a woman and pretended to be drunk and lying on the side to nap.

This drama is not over yet.

The old ancestor Hongjun spent so much effort to perform a good show for Ning Yu Shangxian, and then it was truly kicked off.

He had long known that Ning Yu Shangxian was Fusang's eyeliner and Fusang's most trusted eyeliner. With her, whether it was Zhaoyue, Mo Chuan, or Hongjun Zu himself, it was hard to move forward.

But because of her, what Fusang could see was the things they presented to Ning Yu.

After the other immortals disappeared, the ancestor Hongjun glanced at Fu Chen and spoke deliberately: "The prince thinks, what about our Tian Clan women? Is there anyone who is interested in?"

Fu Chen raised his eyes, glanced at everyone in front of him, and chuckled: "I don't know who chose this woman, but it's even more than my wishes."

After saying that, he gently patted Huang Quan's back who was pretending to be sleeping there.
Chapter completed!