She jumped lightly from the eaves, stood in the clouds, moving slowly between them.

The two who were immobilized could not speak or move, but they did not stop fighting for a moment, and they were winking like two children.

Zhao Yue looked disgusted and pulled out the Yunyu sword from Fu Chen's hand and stuffed it back into the scabbard.

He walked to the man in red again, pulled out the dark red sword on his hand, and inserted it into his waist.

After a snap of your fingers, time passes and time is quiet.

The two of them fell from the air to the ground, making a dull sound.

She walked to Fu Chen's side, reached out to help him up, and then looked at the man next to her in disbelief: "Why are you here?"

Fu Chen was unhappy and looked at the extremely feminine man and took a small step to block Zhaoyue's face.

The familiar movements and postures of the two people in front of him made the man raise his eyebrows and carefully look at Fu Chen again.

After a long time, he gave him a very disdainful look: "Among the guests of the competition, there are demons who have been infiltrated. This iron brain may not be able to protect you, so I came in person."

Zhaoyue laughed, not believing his words from the bottom of her heart.

The energy consumed so much spiritual power, I came here in person, but the fool believed him because there was a royal family hidden among the guests.

The man in front of him smiled femininely, saw through her disbelief, and walked towards her with a smile.

When Fu Chen was accidentally killed, he held his hand on Yun Yu's sword again.

He stopped and looked at Fu Chen with a solemn expression in front of him: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the master of the Nine Netherworld Palace, Huangquan, and the world and the worlds and wildernesses call me the Emperor of the Underworld."

The Lord of the Dead, the Emperor of the Underworld?

Fu Chen was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Zhaoyue, and saw that she nodded in embarrassment.

"That person who likes to make evil-fun little magic tools?"

Zhaoyue wiped her forehead with her hand and said "yes".

Fu Chen's back felt cold, and he remembered the fear of being dominated by the two letters. His scalp was slightly numb, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Quan meaningfully.

"The Holy Emperor's hobby is really special."

He saw him with his hands behind his back, bent down slightly, and slowly spoke with a smile that he deserved to be beaten.

"That's a special gift to Zhaoyue, a gift of love."

The gift of love, those four words carry a sense of provocation, show-off, and I want to piss you to death.

Fu Chen's eyes sank: "Oh! That's really special. My mind is full of the way she was awakened by your letter that day, and she wished she could kill you."

He smiled seriously, and looked like he was not easy to talk about whoever was angry.

Just a few words, the smell of gunpowder came into being.

Zhao Yue looked at the two people in front of her, shook her head, raised her eyes and said to Huang Quan, "I think that demon clan may not be in danger."

Huang Quan's eyes remained on Fu Chen's body, and he glanced at him disdainfully: "I'm testing whether he has the ability to protect you. If I force me back a hundred steps, I can never get close to you. It seems that it's not very good."

"Oh!" Fu Chen gave him a blank look, "The Emperor of the Underworld has even used the Dragon Destroyer, but I only gently scratched the Emperor of the Underworld's noble clothes. It seems that he will cut one foot next time."

After saying that, both of them were glaring, and lightning flashed from wherever they looked.

Zhaoyue raised her hand and rubbed her painful temples, looked at the two people in front of her, and muttered: "You two are like this every time, and you have a deep brotherhood!"

These words made Fu Chen confused: "Time and time?"

"Hmph." Huang Quan snorted coldly, interrupting his thoughts, "Zhaoyue, I have something to tell you, and find a place where there is no one."

Looking at Fu Chen beside him, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

Mainly, it's about finding a place without this guy.

Fu Chen's eyes were like torches, gritting his teeth.

You think beautifully!

"Then let's go to the living yard, I'm too lazy to run back and forth." Zhao Yue raised her hand and pointed to the direction of the living yard.

"Okay, then we both..."

Before Huang Quan finished speaking, he heard a "Ouch Ouch" sound.

Fu Chen, who was standing beside him, was unstable and staggered in front of Zhaoyue for several times, then staggered into her arms.

This scared her. Could it be that this prince was injured by Huang Quan's sword?

With questions, she turned her head and looked at Huang Quan with blue veins on her forehead behind her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to turn his head, he clearly saw the prince's gaze sharply and looked like a villain was successful.

He even raised his hand and wrapped it across Zhaoyue's waist!

"I'm injured?" She asked softly when she was unsure of the reason.

The boy's face flushed, he buried his head in her clothes, rubbed it around a few times: "No, I'm drunk."

Huang Quan looked at his appearance and his head was in full swing, and his teeth were itchy.

The big iron lump 300,000 years ago, the cold-faced demon king, the man who shouted "I am the dragon!" when he saw him, and he didn't say anything, "I am the dragon!" for no reason, drew his sword for no reason, was now acting coquettishly in Zhaoyue's arms.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation!

Everything in front of me made Huang Quan's scalp twitch.

"This Yun Xiaoxian's wine is really strange, it's been a while." Zhao Yue complained, and was about to carry him on his back.

Huang Quan's eyes flashed and he pulled him over: "I'll do it!"

At that moment, Zhao Yue felt that the air everywhere was frozen.

The two men in front of them had an inexplicable dark aura on their faces, gathering low pressure from all directions, like a black hole, making her unable to speak but stop.

Huang Quan sneered twice, smiled and showed a row of big white teeth: "Come on, uncle carry you!"

Fu Chen also grinned hard and nodded, and responded in a low voice: "I'm lucky grandpa."

The moment he carried him up, Zhao Yue clearly heard a clang sound.

She looked at the two people in front of her who were smiling, and her head was about to turn into a question mark.

After watching it for a long time, I couldn't see any of it.

He scratched his head and walked towards the living yard.

Huang Quan carried Fu Chen on his back and followed Zhao Yue. Every time he took a step, he would make a dull "click" sound under his feet.

"At a young age, I eat so much fat, it's even heavier than a mountain, right?"

"The Emperor of the Underworld is old and has bone hyperplasia. Behind it is the tip of the knife. You must pay attention to your health."

"It makes you worry."

"Young man should."

The night breeze is blowing, and Yun Xiaoxian's banquet is not over yet. The singing and dancing are coming to peace, and the drums and music are heard in the living yard.

Zhao Yue lit the candlelight in the house and sat at the table. When she looked up, she saw that one of the two people in front of her was sweating heavily and the other's clothes on her chest were rotten.

She thought about it and didn't ask.

Turning to look at Huang Quan: "You are consuming your spiritual power when you come out. What exactly does it take to come in person?"

Huang Quan glanced at the fox beside him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down at the table: "Emperor Yun is sick."

The short four words surprised the other two people in the house.

Fu Chen didn't care much about it, so he hurriedly took two steps forward and asked: "What disease?"

He glanced at the boy in front of him and nodded: "Don't doubt your judgment, it's what you think."

Emperor Yun’s illness is exactly the same as that of the old Heavenly Lord back then.

Zhao Yue snorted and raised her eyebrows: "It's really just one after another."

"Yun Surou will marry the Heavenly Lord, which should be related to Emperor Yun's illness." Fu Chen walked to Zhaoyue's side and sat down very close to her.

Seeing his clear thinking at this moment, Zhao Yue was a little surprised: "Aren't you drunk?"

His eyes didn't move, and he spit out three words: "Go down."

She was shocked. Yun Xiaoxian's wine was really a strange thing in the world. She actually said it was too much, and she could go down.

"It must be related, I'm also investigating." Huang Quan looked at the two people sitting in front of him and breathed a deep breath, "It's okay for Emperor Yun to say that, but the Tian Clan is probably in trouble."

The eyes were deep, looking straight into Zhaoyue's eyes.
Chapter completed!