The Ling Mei in front of her nodded and stood up, her finger joints tightened a few times.

Zhao Yue stared at her tightly, her eyes burning, and she could not dodge at all.

"Hey!" Fu Chen took a half step forward, almost pressing against her body.

He was a little nervous and didn't understand what this woman was going to do.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a small response came.

"I know she wants to kill me, and I'm really afraid."

Seeing Ling Mei bit her lips and nodding, Fu Chen looked up and down incredibly. The woman in blue in front of her stood with a frown, her fingers tightly, and she looked at Zhao Yue's cheek with great caution.

A thought gradually climbed into Fu Chen's heart. Could it be that she had not lost her memory at the beginning?

"I was also afraid a thousand years ago." Sure enough, the words she said made Fu Chen's guess true.

He looked at Ling Mei, then looked up at Zhao Yue's smiling cheeks, and was stunned.

Could it be that this Gu Yuezun could tell at a glance that her amnesia was pretending to be?

"I'm relieved to confirm that you have not lost your memory."

Zhaoyue laughed, reached out and pressed her hand on Fu Chen's head, and rubbed it a few times.

You woman is so fucking!

Fu Chen, whose hair was rubbed, pulled out the Yunyu sword and suddenly stabbed from the side. Zhao Yue dodged easily, while smiling at Ling Mei, who was already stunned and petrified into a sculpture, said, "Did you see it? If you haven't recovered your memory, I'm really afraid that the little disciple will hurt you."

After saying that, he reached out and shook the jade flute from his sleeve. Yun Yu's sword's blade shone with a faint light and landed on it: "You guy!"

The words Fu Chen came out of his teeth were not loud, but Zhao Yue listened carefully.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled at Lingmei with a smile: "It's not surprising that this is the case every day."

Afterwards, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Fu Chen was stunned and exclaimed in his heart that something was wrong.

I don't know when the ropes were tied tightly under my feet. I stumbled onto the tree with a slight sound.

Ling Mei was stunned, and the scene just now passed in her head several times.

"Hey, in a few days, you will play on behalf of the Medicine King Valley. Come on, knock that guy down!"

While saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to it.

Before Lingmei nodded, she smiled evilly and turned around and left.

Fu Chen, who was hanging on the big tree, shook and looked at Zhao Yue's back as he gradually walked away, and his eyes fell on the woman under the tree.

She raised her head with concern and asked, "It doesn't matter, are you?"

Fu Chen looked at her anxious expression and shook his head.

This woman was wearing a blue dress and could not hide her sword's roots, postures, joints, fingers, and standing postures. From top to bottom, she showed the unique characteristics of the Qingyun Mountain Sword Immortal.

Rongluo's cultivation is limited, so he will definitely not be able to see through what this woman's true ability is.

But Fu Chen understood it.

The moment he drew his sword, he covered up all the moves of the Heavenly Clan's swordsmanship. Although the sword energy was so powerful, in the eyes of an expert, he should have only seen the random chopping and slashing.

The woman didn't go to bed early in the morning and made a special trip to confirm whether she really had no amnesia.

The Ling Mei, who has no amnesia, is more troublesome than the spirit girl in the Ninth Heaven. Maybe she can really recognize the traces of his moves at a glance.

Unlocking the bundle of immortal ropes, he landed steadily, his eyes coldly holding the knife, and looked at the woman in blue in front of him.

Ling Mei looked at him in confusion, looking at each other speechlessly.

Fu Chen's eyes turned, he took back the Yun Yu sword in his hand and glanced at Yun Xiaoxian's cliff. He ignored the surprised gaze of the woman behind him and left.

He always felt that something was wrong and that he couldn't understand.

But I don’t know if I was bitten by a snake once, but I was afraid of the ropes for ten years, and I was plotted against me once. Now I see that everything is wrong.

Standing on the towering cloud steps of Medicine King Valley, he looked sideways at the valley with green smoke in front of him.

“…Winter is coming.”

After a long time, he said slowly.

Zhaoyue sat alone in the living yard, sitting in the seat where Fu Chen sat on weekdays, looking at the big tree in the yard with leaves all gone.

The branches are thick and the roots are deep.

Although the whole tree looks bare at this time, the scene of leaves sprouting and lush branches and leaves coming year seems to be just around the corner.

That tree is like Fuchen now.

In the past half a month, she finally had a free day and could sit here so easily.

I sorted out the small black box placed in front of me, wrapped it in satin, and tied a knot.

The elixir given to the Fox Emperor has been completed. You only need to finish the matter of Medicine King Valley, and then you can return to the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion.

But there was actually something in her heart.

Although the prince of this Heavenly Clan has been sacrificed by the destiny to preserve his soul, his body bones were made of clay by the fox emperor, and clay will not grow up.

But if the container no longer grows, the capacity of the spiritual power will always be only one-quarter of what he used to be.

If the prince of the clan knew about this, he would definitely explode on the ground.

I have to think of a way to make his body grow naturally.

You can grow up naturally without attracting the attention of the Heavenly Clan.

A place flashed through Zhaoyue's mind.

There is said to be the place where the ancient emperor was born, the place where pure yang in the world, and the second heavenly palace near the sky.

Kunlun Palace.

No matter how much the body changes, its essence is always that soul. Perhaps there is a way to make him grow in Kunlun Palace.

Looking at the clear sky outside the window, Zhaoyue shivered.

"Winter is coming."

While saying that, he reached out to close the window with a clang.

On the cliff, Yun Xiaoxian's golden-feathered bird flapped its wings and slowly landed on his shoulders.

In front of Fu Chen, he slowly opened the letter brought by the golden feather bird.

Then, his face was as dark as the water from the cold pond, his teeth were closed, and he handed the letter paper in his hand to Fu Chen.

There were two interesting things written in the letter from Yuntianchu.

The first thing is that according to the news from the Heavenly Clan, the ancient Yuezun stole the Xuanyuan Sword.

The second thing is that Emperor Yun’s little daughter, the little princess Yun Surou, wants to marry the Heavenly King Fusang.

Before Fu Chen could speak, Yun Xiaoxian cursed: "A bunch of fools! Bah!"

"There are a group of old fools in Yuntian! Old fools! Why did you stand so hasty in the team of the Tian Clan!" Yun Xiaoxian's chest was undulating, and he paced back and forth in front of Fu Chen.

"Who is Fusang and Yundi didn't know what he thought? He actually did such a thing!" He was particularly excited and his words were a little unscrupulous.

"The God of Medicine calms down first..."

"Calm down! I'll calm down!" He walked to Fu Chen, snatched the letter paper from his hand, and tore it to pieces.

"The old bald donkeys in the clouds are forcing me to join them! I'm gonna have a lot of trouble!"

The handful of fragments fell from the air. Yun Xiaoxian turned back and forth a few more times, squatted down in front of Fu Chen, and grabbed his shoulders.

"This matter is important, you must be careful. All kinds of relationships are not as simple as you think."

Fu Chen nodded: "The feather clan, I'm standing in the line..."

"It's definitely not that simple. This Yundi's youngest daughter has a relationship with Yuezun."

As he said that, he pursed his lips: "Follow me."

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Zhaoyue: Look outside, it’s late at night, and you have to kill me if you don’t sleep. It’s so hard.

Fu Chen:...female hooligan.

Zhaoyue: What does it have to do with me! You took it off yourself!

Fuchen:...

Zhaoyue: Right, you took off your own sleep, what does it have to do with me?

Fuchen:...I took off my coat, but I was still wearing pajamas.

Zhaoyue:...
Chapter completed!