Luo Chen was extremely embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, frowned and said, "This matter is a taboo in Kunlun Palace. If Yue Zun wants to know the whole story, it is better to ask the master in person."

Zhao Yue looked at his wandering look and pursed her lips: "It's okay, you go down."

The moment he waved his hand, Luo Chen in white clothes turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

The decorations inside the house, one tile and one ceramic tiles, a celadon-carved celadon-inlaid gold-inlaided teapot, two bead curtains decorated with golden embroidered thread pendant, and the unique fragrance of heavenly stems of the heavenly clan, and the faint furnace smoke scattered in the house.

Everything in front of me was what Fuchen once looked most familiar to me.

Only he himself transformed from the originally high-ranking prince of the Heavenly Clan to a member of the Fox Clan in the wilderness.

Zhao Yue looked at him silently and took out a small handful of tea leaves, sat aside with the slow hot water, and brewed a cup of warm tea.

"If you revisit the old place, you should look happy, why are you so gloomy?"

Fu Chen didn't hear other words clearly, but the little guy's three words were particularly clear. In just a blink of an eye, the Yun Yu sword came from bottom to top and pointed at Zhao Yue's eyebrows: "In Kunlun Palace Yue'er, be cautious, with the blessing of the big dragon vein, you are no match for me."

I saw Zhaoyue tilting her mouth, and the words came to her mouth, and she forced herself back.

How could she not know about the Great Dragon Vein? This Kunlun Palace is built on the blessed land where the ancient emperor was born. It was blessed by all the gods of the eight desolates and almost embraces all the supreme breath of light. Even if Fu Chen is now in a clay body, the spiritual consciousness is still the spiritual consciousness of the ancient emperor.

The spiritual energy of the four directions has guarded the Emperor's home for hundreds of thousands of years. It is impossible for him to feel that he has returned.

If you fight with the little bastard in front of you in Kunlun Palace, there is only one situation, that is, Zhaoyue herself can't think about it.

Sitting opposite him, Zhao Yue raised her hand and poured herself a cup of tea and held it in her hand: "What's wrong with your master? Why haven't you heard of it?"

Fu Chen was silent for a long time before slowly raising his eyes: "In order to save me, my master was in a deep sleep."

"That's why you secretly recited my prescription to save your master?" Zhao Yue smiled and looked at Fu Chen in front of her.

Seeing that he was slightly embarrassed, he nodded softly.

"Oh, please!" Zhao Yue put down the teacup in her hand, raised her hand and scratched her head, "Look at your master's ancestor, she clearly looked like she didn't like anyone outside. If you have something in her words, she would give the immortal body of the god of Chunyuan."

Zhao Yue shook her head and sighed, "It's all because of you. Look at what everyone else thinks of me. If you take the immortal body of the god of Chunyuan, you may have to give me a big hat of being a fetish!"

She raised her brows, shook her head, and looked at Fu Chen's cheek: "This is inappropriate, let's forget it."

Hearing her say this, Fu Chen's face was a little nervous and he looked up at her: "It's not that you are going to fight, why are you so anxious to refuse?"

"That must be because I have no one to fight!" Zhao Yue was serious, and he hugged his chest with his hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I can't let a Cangyuan Jun Ye Ming, who is on par with the Heavenly Lord, travel thousands of miles to Kunlun Palace for the sake of the immortal body of the Crown Prince Master, play an inexplicable ranking match with the junior disciples of the ancestor Hongjun!?"

When she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Chen's expression, but from his straight eyes, she became nervous all over.

Isn't this little brat's eager and expectant expression thorough enough just now?

Then Fu Chen's cheeks turned slightly red, turned his head, turned his face and looked at her face, raised his hand to block half of his face, and spoke leisurely: "The spiritual consciousness of the prince of the Xuntian clan was dug in Santuchuan a hundred years ago, which made everyone in the wilderness known to everyone in the world. Even if he did such a thing, there was nothing strange about it..."

Zhao Yue opened her mouth wide and looked at him incredibly.

"you……"

"Besides, as the ancestor said, it is not an exaggeration to accept a little fox with the same name and surname as his disciple. It is an addict to be addicted to the prince Fuchen of that year."

Zhao Yue pursed her lips and pursed her hands, and raised her hand and knocked on the table in front of her: "Hey, hey, wake up, wake up! You're serious!"

"I'll participate." Fu Chen took a deep breath, "How can his master's immortal body fall into the hands of others?"

The tone was firm and sonorous, and there seemed to be light in my eyebrows.

"Well, let alone the immortal body fell into the hands of the demon clan, it might be possible to do anything against the will of heaven." Zhao Yue grinned and looked at Fu Chen in front of her.

Sure enough, he rolled his eyes in vain.

Fu Chen was actually very upset. Why did the woman in front of him always like to tease him at the critical moment, treat him like a child, and make him laugh at him if he has something to do.

And she didn't have a chance to get angry with her. How to deal with anything? This woman's heart is as bright as a mirror, but she just had to let Fu Chen say this.

It's so blocked.

I clearly have a choice, but I have decided, so I have to ask in a different way.

If he just answered yes and just kept it like this and didn't have to worry about her, then would she really leave it alone?

Not exactly that.

Zhaoyue looked at him with dissatisfaction and was a little confused, so she muttered with a tilted mouth: "Look, this makes you disgusted with your participation, and you also disgusted with your appearance if you don't let you participate. What do you want?"

"It seems that you really have some covetment for me."

Zhao Yue was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Don't think that if I'll be grateful to sell me such a big favor. I still remember how you humiliated me by Medicine King Valley."

These righteous words caught Zhao Yue, who was sitting opposite him, and gradually sat upright and asked suspiciously: "Hurt? Why don't I remember?"

"You forced me to take off my clothes." Fu Chen spoke slightly and looked at her cheek.

Zhao Yue was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly: "There is a reason for the incident, so I can't say it..."

"I took it off several times." He picked up the teacup, and the warm tea slowly flowed into Fu Chen's throat.

"There is a reason for this, I..."

"You still pressed me under you." The slightly low voice came into Zhaoyue's ears. She pursed her lips and started to laugh dryly.

When Fu Chen raised his eyes, he looked at Zhao Yue's cheek with a huff: "Forget it, just press it under him, but he was just pressing under him."

"Ah?" Zhao Yue frowned, "What else do you want?"

What else should I do?

What else do you think?

Fu Chen looked at her stupid look incredibly. After a long time, he put down the teacup in his hand and raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

Looking at his expression that was indescribable and unexplained, Zhao Yue's facial features squeezed into a question mark. After a long time, it seemed as if he understood and smiled: "Why, are you still thinking about another bottle of Extreme Moon Sect's Secret Medicine?"
Chapter completed!