"The same name as the dead prince." She smiled slightly and said softly, and she was completely different from the Zhaoyue in front of Fu Chen on weekdays.

Hearing the name Fuchen, Fusang couldn't help but suck his face twice.

"Don't be sad. I have told the Fox Emperor that if you know this name, you will be very sad when you hear about it. But if the Fox Emperor insists on this, I have no choice."

Fusang smiled awkwardly and said as he said, "Yes, I didn't expect to have the same name as my brother. But my brother is kind to the fox clan, so it is understandable to commemorate this way."

To be honest, Zhaoyue can't understand.

I saved your entire clan, and you turn your head and become my father.

Fuchen couldn't understand it either.

She tried hard to look shy and said with a smile: "The Heavenly Lord is still as generous as ever, and can be regarded as the example of the immortal gate in the world."

The beautiful face reflected in Fusang's eyes made him feel happy.

Fuchen looked at everything in front of him, his heart was as calm as water. He greeted Fusang's smile and bowed at the right time and politely: "Heavenly Lord."

Looking at Yun Yujian on his waist, Fusang laughed twice, reached out and touched his head, and deliberately rubbed his pair of fox ears a few times.

Even though time has passed a hundred years, his half-brother is still as cautious as before and will do things personally.

The authenticity of the fox body of the young man in front of him must be confirmed by himself to be at a loss of stability.

Fu Chen was not panicked at all, and let his fingers gently rub the white ears above his head.

Fusang smiled, but Yu Guang, who was under his eyes, looked at the boy's expression and movements. After a long time, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In this way, the appearance of Xuanyuan Sword and this fox Fuchen is just a coincidence.

He straightened up and was filled with respect and admiration in Zhaoyue's words: "Immortal Lord, please move to Yaochi and take a rest."

Zhao Yue nodded with a smile, looked sideways at Yun Xiaoxian standing on the other side, and raised her hand to greet him.

"Will the God of Medicine come with me?"

This sentence made Yun Xiaoxian laugh happily and said three folds on his forehead. He was still muttering how embarrassed he was, but he didn't stop for a second, and followed Zhao Yue and rubbed forward.

Fusang smiled and refused to expose him, and turned sideways to make a gesture to Zhaoyue.

The Nine Heavens is worthy of being the leader of the hundreds of immortal schools. It is so majestic and vast, with dazzling clouds, divine light soaring into the sky, auspicious clouds rolling, and the sky beasts pass through the clouds and swallowing the vast world.

The ancient palaces and buildings are floating in the middle, with clouds and trees rising up in the sky and waterfalls hanging high. A group of immortals hurriedly passed by the vast Yuqing Hall, silently and quickly, majestic and solemn, which is the unique atmosphere in the world!

Everything in front of Fu Chen is still so familiar to him, every grass, every tree, every brick and tile carries his memories and accompanys his past.

Yuqing Hall, Qianyuan Hall, Book Pavilion, Tianhou Palace...

Once upon a time, he was also awe-in-one in the Nine Heavens. No matter where he went, it touched the nerves of all the people in the Heavenly Clan.

Now, he has lost his dragon body, his status, and everything he once did.

Even the brothers and sisters he treated with in front of him tried their best to kill him.

Beside the Yao Pool and on the cloud platform, there were colorful sky lights. Wherever his eyes reached, the familiar figure, wearing noble clothes, sat in the middle of thousands of immortals.

That was a light he used to be, the eternity and dream he fought for.

But it has become his nightmare, his hatred, and his disaster.

The Spirit Girl, the person who had devoted nearly a thousand years of deep affection, watched them walk from far to near.

Her eyes gradually became less friendly when she saw the Xuantian Star Coat from afar. She locked the two people walking in front, and even the originally smiling face gradually became a little stiff.

In the heart of the spirit girl, Fusang, as the Heavenly Lord, is very fond of etiquette and rules. Few people walk side by side, and even she must take a step or two.

And that woman could stand beside him so casually.

Looking at Fusang's respectful appearance, this must be the rumored Ancient Yuezun.

When Fusang and the Spirit Girl were married a hundred years ago, the ancient Yue honored the battle of the Wasteland, had not yet recovered his spiritual energy and did not participate. He only visited him in person once after the birth of the little prince. At that time, he had not yet passed the confinement period and did not see the appearance of the deity.

This time, she wanted to see what kind of person she was, which could make Fusang try every means to please, and even want to marry him and weaken her status.

Zhao Yue had guessed the idea of ​​the spirit girl before coming. Now she saw her wearing a gorgeous dress with high clothes, but her eyes were as cold as water and locked her and Fusang tightly. In addition to the joy of guessing correctly, she also felt a bit of ridiculous.

Fu Chen looked up at her on the platform. He felt that the dazzling cheeks were shining no matter what he wore. Now, he was wearing such an exquisite big dress, and his eyebrows were skillful and dignified, but for some reason, he no longer had the once-sighted beauty...

Maybe I have a different state of mind and can no longer find her charm.

He felt uncomfortable, but his face was still tense.

Zhaoyue turned her head to look at him from time to time, for fear that he would have some trouble in his mood.

After a few more glances, I developed a bit of admiration for this unlucky prince.

He is worthy of being the prince of the Heavenly Clan. His two biggest enemies in his life are now standing in front of him, showing the nobility and luxury that he received after stepping on his body, but he has no expression on his face, neither humble nor arrogant.

This is definitely not something that a small Qingxin Art can do.

Zhao Yue reached out to wrap him up, pulled him from behind, and then held his little hand tightly. He pinched it twice, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Fu Chen said nothing and let her walk forward with all his heart.

But I felt a little nervous in my heart. Looking at the concerned gaze she couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Mediate in other people's business."

The luxurious and graceful spirit woman looked down from the platform, looking at Zhao Yue's young man holding a pair of fox ears on his head, and snorted coldly from his nose.

A stinky fox, treat it as a treasure.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, walked down with a smile on his face.

After all, he is the queen, with a graceful figure and lotus step by step.

But the closer it is to Zhaoyue, the more difficult it is to maintain her smiling face.

Why did the woman wearing Xuantian Star Coat, the face of the Gu Yuezun look younger and more brilliant than her?

More than 300 years old, even older than her grandmother. She thought her face was full of wrinkles, but she didn't expect that she had such a prosperous face.

Especially those eyes, deep as if they can see through people's hearts.

The spirit girl was slightly angry when she was staring at her eyes, trying to stabilize her mind, but she still smiled and greeted her with a smile on her face, and she politely said, "The spirit girl has seen the ancient Yuezun."

The sound was sweet and greasy, with a feeling of overturning and artificiality that made Zhaoyue stunned for a moment.

The queen in front of her was graceful and luxurious, and the girl who had just been preparing to learn from the sword fairy Luo Yao, who had just been preparing to learn from her. She was like two people.

She nodded and looked at Fu Chen who was holding her.

He looked at the noble queen in front of him without any evasive eyes.

It was obviously such a pretentious woman, how could I fall in love with her at that time?

Zhao Yue looked at his expressionless appearance, raised the corner of her mouth, stretched out her hand to wrap him around and hugged him.

The fox stared at her with wide eyes, with a hint of anger and surprise in his eyes.

In the Nine Heavens, what is this woman doing in front of all people?

The spirit girl was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that she would salute respectfully, only for Zhao Yue nodding.

He bit his lip unwillingly and took another step forward: "The Spirit Girl has long heard of Yue Zun's heroic figure in the Battle of the Wasteland, saving our heavenly clan, and I have no chance to thank you..."

Before he finished speaking, the woman holding the little fox turned around, looked at the towering sky spring waterfall beside the Yao Pool, and the lotus flowers that were filled with clouds and mists, and said, "Look, I said there is nothing to see in this Yao Pool, Fu Chen, let's go and see other scenery in front."

The soul girl's words were in her throat, and she couldn't spit it out or hold it back.

Just now, she really heard the word Fu Chen, with a knife in her eyes staring at the white-eared fox she was hugging.

By chance, Fu Chen turned his head and looked at her with a sharp look.

Although the fox was still a child, he had a firm expression and a firm look, not like the brave and domineering figure of Prince Fuchen back then. His face was filled with the unique charm and femininity of the fox clan. But it was only the first time he saw him, so why did he feel familiar?

Just as she was surprised, she saw the fox glanced at her with contempt and turned her head to stop looking at her.

These two people don't take her as a queen seriously at all.

The spirit girl's fist tightened, bit her lip, and changed into a smile: "Greatly send you to Gu Yuezun."

Fusang looked at the smoke from her head, and without saying a word, he turned around and followed Zhao Yue to the other side.

The three people gradually walked away, and then she let out a vicious breath.

An old woman, a little fox, how proud!

Zhao Yue chuckled softly, hugging Fu Chen, still calmly walking, feeling the chill coming from not far behind him, and said to Fusang on the side as if he was teasing: "Oh, you, your wife, don't seem to like me very much."
Chapter completed!