Fusang's eyes gradually became more exciting with Mo Chuan's solemn but understatement. He was originally surprised by his uninvited visit late at night, but now his whole body is straight and stiff, and his black pupils are tightly locked on the man in front of him.

"What did you say? You say it again!" After a long time, he seemed to have recovered. He held the hand of the dragon throne and started to force more and more.

"I occasionally learned from Yue Zun that the Queen of Heaven is the wife of Liang Sisi, the sister of the general of the demon clan."

Mo Chuan nodded slightly and stood there respectfully. His voice slightly raised a little, and he repeated it again.

These words were like stones, hitting Fusang's face.

From the corner of Mo Chuan's eyes, he looked at Fusang's rare wonderful expression, and felt a little worried.

At the beginning, Zhao Yue told him with a smile that when the Heavenly Lord Fusang was in trouble with the demon clan, he was just skeptical. Now seeing his face so embarrassing, I am afraid that the Heavenly Lord was borrowing the power of the demon clan behind his back.

The demon clan would never give up easily when he humiliated the spirit woman so much before. After all, the person who is truly in power in the demon clan is the mansion of the general of the demon clan.

Fusang's somewhat shriveled lips touched up and down slightly, and a trace of fine beads of sweat vaguely oozed out of his forehead.

"Is there anything else?" After a long time, his voice came again. The man, with a black hair hanging down, and a wide hand supporting his forehead. He watched His Highness standing there, looking at his Mo Chuan in a regular manner.

The man in black showed a solemn light in his eyes, and his cool lips opened lightly: "There is another thing, I don't know if it should be reported."

Fusang only felt a little funny about his concealment. Why does the God of Mo Chuan, who is feared by everyone in the world, look so squeaky now?

"There is something in the world that can make my beloved hesitate so much?"

Fusang took a deep breath, got up and walked down from the dragon chaise, stood beside him, with his hands behind his back, and looked at the lights outside the Yuqing Palace.

“But it’s okay.”

Mo Chuan nodded, Adam's apple rolled up and down, adjusted the direction, and took a deep breath: "Although I don't know what method it did, Yue Zun's disciple is sure that it is the prince of the Heavenly Clan Fu Chen."

He finally said this sentence.

At that moment, Fusang's face, which was originally tense, turned pale in an instant, almost with murderous aura, suddenly turned his head and locked the man in black clothes and black hair in front of him tightly.

Although he had long been suspicious and had even tried many times that there was no clear result, he was concluded by the understatement of the man in front of him.

Mo Chuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and his voice lowered a little: "The ministers are still investigating this matter. It is still unclear how to become a fox prince and what is the relationship with Yue Zun."

Fusang bit his lips tightly and uttered a few words hard: "Check, check it out for me, check it to the end!"

"The subordinates receive the order."

After saying that, Mo Chuan took two steps back, nodded slightly, and turned around to leave.

"Slowly!" Fusang exclaimed softly, "This matter is very important, so it is not advisable to make a statement. My dear will take this thing away. The dragon clan in the world will see this thing as if he sees me, and he can help me with it."

Mo Chuan was stunned, hesitated for a moment, then knelt there and stretched out his hands.

The dragon scale jade bi was untied from Fusang's waist, and he placed it solemnly in Mo Chuan's hand. Then Fusang put his hand on Mo Chuan's shoulder, almost choked, and with a slight self-deprecation, he smiled dryly: "Does the ancestor know about this?"

"I think I don't know." Mo Chuan replied lightly.

The force of Fusang's hand on his shoulder became a little deeper. After that, he attached himself to his ears and whispered: "Please, God."

Mo Chuan looked at the dragon scale jade pendant in his hand, nodded slightly, and then turned into a ray of smoke and dust and disappeared into the Yuqing Palace.

The huge and magnificent hall was left with Fusang in an instant. He staggered to the door of the hall with a pajamas and looked up at the dazzling stars. The Nine Heavens, which had always been constant temperature, actually felt a bit cold and cold at this moment.

The high place is cold.

This truth that I had known for a long time had a new understanding at this moment. Fusang repeatedly thought about Mo Chuan's words in his mind. He turned his head slightly and looked at the observation records sent by Mo Chuan and Zhaoyue when they lived under the same roof. He was a little confused.

If it were determined by the fact that Mo Chuan was loyal based on the matter of the Spirit Girl, he would definitely not believe it, because every letter like a mountain bag actually wrote about something that was nothing today, which was something that could be said at a glance.

Fusang is a little confused about whether Mo Chuan is an enemy or a friend.

He said he was a friend, but he deliberately concealed Zhao Yue's whereabouts. If he said he was an enemy, he really brought two important news.

Fusang rubbed his chin slightly, looked at Wan Qian Xingchen, and sneered: "The demon clan is very easy to solve, but I depend on your ability to do something about Fuchen."

Outside the Nine Heavens, in the study room of the living yard, there was a night pearl, a chess board, and a cloud-brown dress sat on the side of the chess board. Fu Chen, with an expressionless face, was playing chess with him as if he was sitting on pins and needles and needles, and his anxious mood was obvious at a glance. There was also Zhaoyue who was holding his hands, leaning his body, staring at the chessboard solemnly.

The fire in the room was beating, reflecting the silhouettes of three people trembling slightly.

After a long time, I saw the black chess piece in Fuchen's hand. With him a chuckle, it fell steadily on the chessboard: "I'll give in."

The tricky and weird chess path made the old ancestor Hongjun sweat and grabbed his clothes and wiped it hard: "Oh, it seems that Bai Yuan Shangshen really came from and where did he go back."

Zhao Yue heard what he said in confusion and bumped into the back of the ancestor Hongjun in confusion: "Tell me clearly, you are holding a chessboard in a hurry at night and pushing the door. Without saying a word, you have to pull Fu Chen to play chess. What medicine is sold in the gourd?"

Seeing her complaining, Old Ancestor Hongjun smiled awkwardly: "Am I impatient? The god and the emperor of Baiyuan... Oh, there is a lot of connections between you and Fuchen. You don't know that you can try this game of chess to return to your original body."

These words made Zhaoyue open up a little.

It turns out that where the sentence comes from and where to go back is what it means!

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in front of her who was hooked with his lips, who seemed to be laughing at her, and looked at him for a long time: "But I didn't realize Bai Yuan's breath?"

"Oh my girl, are you stupid? He's just a person, how can you feel different aura?"

"Puff." Fu Chen raised his hand slightly, blocked his smile, and turned his eyes to the window.
Chapter completed!