Looking at the golden dove flapping its wings, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhaoyue dragged her chin and thought for a moment, looking at Fu Chen in confusion.

"Even so, why should a branch of the royal family who was exiled help Sang?"

"My mortals have weaknesses, so are gods." Fu Chen put the remaining letter page in front of him into Qiankun's bag. In his drooping eyes, there were faint lights coming from his eyelashes, looking at Zhao Yue's thoughtful and puzzled expression.

He smiled slightly and said softly: "Yue'er, you are my only weakness."

Zhao Yue frowned. The man in front of him really didn't miss any opportunities for tenderness and sweet words. Since he was under the Heavenly Stem Tree, the blushing love words have become even worse, overwhelming, sweeping towards her without any concealment.

It was clearly a word that made people blush and heartbeat, but how could he say it from his mouth, but he could not change his face and his heartbeat, as if he was nothing, he looked up and waited to see her shy appearance.

How could there be such an outrageous man in the world?

But I saw Fu Chen put away the letter and spoke as if he was looking at himself: "If anyone dares to hurt you a little bit, I will make him doomed."

The silence and calm tone made Zhaoyue raise his hand and rub his forehead, then gently pinch the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and sigh.

In this situation, even Zhao Yue, who was as hard as the colorful stubborn stone that Nuwa repaired the sky, felt slightly unable to withstand it.

She coughed lightly, frowned and pulled the topic back, and tapped the stone table in front of her: "Do you mean Yundi or Fusang have her weakness in her hands?"

Fu Chen looked at her awkward appearance and curled the corners of her mouth without comment, but did not answer.

Looking at the face that made the sun and the moon dim, Zhao Yue finally couldn't help complaining: "I haven't heard of the Fox Emperor's unique skill in making clay men back then. This skill is too exaggerated. Even I can't resist your frown and smile. The feast in all directions will attract the attention of the world."

While saying that, he looked sideways, looking at his cheek from the corner of his eyes.

Zhaoyue's abacus was actually very simple. She wanted Fu Chen to attend the feast in all directions in the form of that young boy. As for the eyes of the people in the world, it was an excuse. She was afraid that she could not resist it.

How could Fu Chen not understand this thought? He blurted out almost without thinking: "All the frown and smiles are the only ones to you."

Then he leaned forward and before she could answer, he stuffed a small orange into her mouth.

Zhaoyue held the orange in her mouth and smiled bitterly. She was obviously defeated today. If she faced a traitor like Fusang, she would definitely not be panicked at all, but she would face the almost air-soluble tenderness thrown by a man who had no record and was respected by the world.

In this regard, she personally thinks that it is secondary to her lack of experience. The main thing is probably that the person in front of her is too high and it is really difficult to deal with.

At this time, there is another person who thinks that the other party is too high and it is really difficult to deal with. In addition to Zhao Yue, there is another person.

Mo Chuan was almost black with a face, sitting on the small floating island under Kunlun Abyss, fighting hard on the chessboard with the gods of Baiyuan. The moment he fell from the dragon vein, Baiyuan seemed to be waiting for him, holding the chessboard that was already worn and vaguely traced, standing at the door of the house, looking at him expressionlessly.

After he bowed, before he could say what he should ask, Bai Yuan's chessboard had been set up, sitting upright on one side, looking at his eyes with a torch.

The feeling of oppression made Mo Chuan feel that it was really a big deal and it was difficult for him to say it at this time.

After a few hours of hard work, he slipped away from the chessboard of the two people. On weekdays, Mo Chuan felt that he was still proficient in chess skills, but he didn't expect that the sun had already sunk to the west and almost did not leave any of the pieces of armor killed by Bai Yuan, and he did not win a single game.

At this moment, the darker the night in the east is, Mo Chuan's forehead is as dark as it is.

Although he was not anxious, the chess game in front of him seemed to be against him. No matter what method or method he used, he could never break the situation and then failed.

When the last piece of the chess game fell, Bai Yuan finally raised his eyes slightly and looked at his less relaxed brows: "It's the first time I have seen your breath so disordered."

Mo Chuan took a deep breath and bowed: "Let the god laugh."

His head lowered, like the black hair coming under the waterfall, formed a sharp contrast with Bai Yuan, who was wearing black clothes and the same white shirt. Under the influence of the blood-red sunset, it added a bit of declining atmosphere.

Bai Yuan raised his hand, grabbed the black chess piece in his hand and twisted it a few times, put it into the jar next to him, and Mo Chuan sat upright, listening to each chess piece falling into it, making a jingle sound, his face dark and he didn't say a word.

When all the pieces were thrown into the corresponding jar, Bai Yuan had no intention of continuing the next game. Instead, he sat there like him, looking at each other silently.

After a long time, the starry night was shrouded, and insects were chirping on the small floating island. Aurora passed through the sky, and a galaxy shone like a tulle light on the two of them. Only then did Mo Chuan hear a sigh of relief.

"I heard that the god of the upper body lives with the sun and the moon, but it is true?" He looked up and looked at Bai Yuan in front of him.

Under the stars, he nodded slightly.

"I heard today that there was once a person who would rather go against the will of heaven and suffer the suffering of the six-year love disaster in order to seek it, but it is true?"

Bai Yuan said nothing, looked at his sad face, thought of Zhou for a moment, and nodded again.

But when Mo Chuan saw that he smiled bitterly with great difficulty, he took a deep breath.

"You are worried because you can't see through it." Bai Yuan raised his eyes slightly and said deeply, "She has been his woman from the beginning."

This simple sentence was said without any emotion by Bai Yuan, but it was like a famous saying in awakening the world, and it hit Mo Chuan's Dun's head.

"Everyone in the world thinks she is alone, and all the eight wildernesses think she is transcendent to all things, but the world forgets that yin and yang are twins, and the ultimate yin and yang are originally me and I have you. Since the moment she was born, she has never been alone." Bai Yuan paused for a moment, and in a calm tone, he explained a fact that Mo Chuan had ignored.

"Didn't someone tell you from the beginning, whose woman she is?"

Bai Yuan's words were gentle, but he pulled Mo Chuan back two months ago. On the bluestone road outside the arena, he walked in front and Fu Chen was behind him. The cold wind whistled past. A pair of fox ears and gazes behind him said word by word: "She is my woman."

Mo Chuan closed his eyes, smiled bitterly, and turned his head to look at the stars in the sky.
Chapter completed!