Fu Chen pushed the door and suddenly felt a chill in the room, which made Zhao Yue, who was originally drowsy, tremble suddenly and woke up from sleepiness.

He poured a glass of water, walked up to her, and asked, "How did you leave the Valley of Medicine King a hundred years ago?"

Her head was very confused, and she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes: "A hundred years ago? Oh, I threw a female disciple into his mouse clip mountain, and then took advantage of the chaos to leave the main entrance."

She threw Yun Surou into the mouse clamp mountain, but she could do it.

"That female disciple is going to be the Tianfei of Fusang."

This sentence, Zhao Yue, who was originally sleepy, was completely awake and his head leaned against his face: "Are you saying true?"

Fu Chen looked surprised at her and nodded: "Really, the news Yun Xiaoxian just got."

With a clapping of hands, Zhao Yue smiled and said, "It's great, finally I don't have to rush to be the concubine of heaven!"

It seemed as if a big stone fell to the ground in her heart, she shook her head and smiled so hard that she couldn't stop.

Fu Chen's face sank. Looking at her happy look, the Yun Yu sword on her waist flashed with two cold lights.

The murderous intent came from the young man's shop in front of her, which made her happiness just now dissipate most of her.

"..." Zhao Yue was puzzled, and looked at his murderous aura but did not move at all, and his face twisted into a big question mark.

After a long time, Fu Chen touched his lips and said, "So there is no need to change to a new Heavenly Lord?"

After hearing what he said, Zhao Yue lingered in her mind for a while, and nodded happily as if she was serious.

Judging from her appearance, Fu Chen's murderous intent was even better, and he was angry and could not get angry.

What does this woman treat me like?

If you say it, change it! If you say it doesn’t change it, don’t change it?

The angry little fox in Zhaoyue's eyes reflected, and waved his hand at him with great interest: "Yes, my problem has been solved, as for you..."

She narrowed her eyes and said, "If I don't want to be my disciple, I can do it..."

With a bang, Fu Chen slapped the table with one hand and suddenly turned upwards. In the blink of an eye, the Yun Yu Jian was only a piece of thin paper between Zhao Yue's eyebrows.

She stared at the cold sword with her eyes, and then looked at Fu Chen who was angry in front of her, and didn't dare to let out a moment of excitement.

Fu Chen held the sword in one hand, but it didn't move at all. The other hand clamped her jaw at some point. The face slowly approached Zhao Yue's face with anger visible to the naked eye.

"What did Yue Zun just say?" The voice was extremely heavy.

Zhaoyue watched him step on the handle of his chair, stepped on the desk, and stuck himself on the chair, unable to move.

A little rolling in his throat, unable to speak.

How could the dodging eyes escape Fu Chen's eyes? The eyes were like torches. Yun Yu's sword did not move at all. The face was so close that she could even hear her breath clearly.

This woman wants to tear the bridge before crossing the river?

Who gave her the courage?!

The cold and cold air of Yun Yujian made Zhao Yue's eyebrows chill. She wanted to tease the serious prince, but she didn't expect that the prince would draw the sword directly after saying a word.

She looked at her handsome face that was very close to her but had a gloomy atmosphere from bottom to top, and smiled awkwardly.

"What did Yuezun just say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Fu Chen's voice came over, and his cold lips were approaching in front of him, opening and closing made Zhao Yue's heart thump in his heart.

"Ahem." A small bead of sweat oozed from Zhaoyue's forehead, "I just said, "Look at a man like Fusang who is fickle, he is not responsible! How can the Heavenly Lord let someone who is not responsible do it? Right? He has to change it!"

She looked at the young man with a gloomy expression in front of her and didn't want to let her go at all, with a look of confusion.

Could it be that the prince was furious because of his interests?

Fu Chen's eyes were like the sea of ​​stars, reflecting Zhaoyue in front of him on it. He felt unhappy. He didn't know whether it was because of interests or because the woman in front of him had wanted to get rid of him for a moment.

If there is no need to change the Heavenly Lord, then he will have no reason to let her protect him, and naturally there will be no foundation for staying by her side.

He was unhappy, but he couldn't say it, and he felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Yue looked at his darker and darker face, then looked at Yun Yujian, who was hanging on his head, and the sweat from his forehead slid from his cheeks and dripped on her clothes.

She was really afraid that this little bastard wouldn't hold her hands tightly and would break her face.

Although she didn't care about the skinny thing, it was too specific to get thrust on her face.

Fu Chen raised his eyes, looked at her increasingly nervous look, and snorted coldly in his nose: "That's Yiyuezun's opinion, should I leave, or..."

"No, no, no, I still need you to help me, really, very much."

Finally, hearing what he wanted to hear, Fu Chen easily opened her jaw and in the blink of an eye, he took back the Yun Yu sword in his hand.

Zhao Yue saw him pulling away the sword but still stuck himself in this position. She moved her body slightly out.

"Yue'er."

Help Chen and call the Tao.

She was stunned. Just as she was about to teach him a lesson, she met his fiery gaze.

"My sword is the best in the world."

After saying that, he suddenly supported his arm, jumped from the desk, and landed steadily.

He turned his back to Zhaoyue and patted his clothes.

This woman actually thought she would hurt her.

He snorted coldly, turned his head and said, "Have you ever thought that this marriage between Yun clan and Fusang may be to deal with you."

When Fu Chen said this, Zhao Yue obviously hadn't come back to her senses. She blinked and then said "ah" after a while.

She raised her hand and scratched her head, and said as if nothing had happened: "Do you want to be exterminated?"

What a genocide, saying so easily and terrifyingly, that Fuchen didn't know how to answer the next sentence.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhaoyue didn't continue to ask more questions.

If the Emperor was still there 300,000 years ago, and when he heard someone was going to deal with her, he might have killed her with a sword without saying a word.

However, once and for a while, the Emperor was gone, Fuchen's body was just a clay embryo, and Xuanyuan Sword could not appear. Even if Fusang wanted to join forces with Emperor Yun to deal with her, she could only bear it.

Before Fu Chen grew up and recovered his original abilities, she could not drag him into this muddy water.

If he could use himself as a shield to absorb all his eyes and let him avoid everyone's attention, then even if the world wants her life, she would never have any complaints.

"Hey, boy." She sat there, calling him softly.

Fuchen still turned his back to him and didn't say anything.

"Would you please promise me something?"

The boy standing there slowly turned his head and looked at the extremely serious white-haired woman.

"You promised me that no matter what happens, I will stay dormant until the end, okay?"

The words were extremely gentle, but with unquestionable and irresistible absolute power, like a sincere expectation, or like a thousand reminders.

Fu Chen looked at her expressionlessly, his heart was turbulent but he could not express it.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and pondered: "That Yue'er, you must also agree to me."

His eyes were as bright as torches, staring straight at her charming cheeks:

"Only I can kill you."

Zhao Yue was slightly stunned for a moment, and Fu Chen's eyes were burning, as if she knew exactly what she was thinking.

Only Fu Chen, he regretted it after he said that, and could only wait for her to respond to him with an air.

What a great opportunity this is, it should be said: I want you to make an engagement with me!

Oh, why did you blurt out and take her life!

Zhao Yue looked at his face turning red and nodded in surprise.

Does killing her require such a big ideological struggle?

"A word is certain." She agreed in surprise.

One word is to make a big head ghost! If you want to kill you, you will make a big head ghost!

Fu Chen had already felt a stir in his heart, and anger rose inexplicably on his face.

"What's wrong with this little bastard?"
Chapter completed!