Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

[88] Sleeping Song

Fu Chen thought that Zhaoyue's words were still very reasonable.

After all, the Supreme God of Chunyuan is the oldest god in Kunlun Palace. Even if Fu Chen wins this ranking match, her immortal body will not be able to be handed over by Kunlun Palace willingly.

My own victory is just to make this matter more legitimate.

The first person to propose this was the ancestor Hongjun, which was the strangest thing about Fuchen. Why did the ancestor Hongjun suddenly mention this matter that day, as if he was deliberately trying to pull the Yue clan into a pile of mud and water in his Kunlun Palace.

Very strange.

The whole day afterwards, Zhaoyue didn't go anywhere, and was still leaning against the table under the tree. While watching Fu Chen carry forward the ten moves in twelve hours, she didn't know what she said was that she kept peeling oranges.

I peeled it and didn't eat it, so I just piled it up there, gradually turning from a small mountain bag to the first big mountain bag.

The moon was three o'clock, and looking at Fu Chen in front of him, Zhao Yue finally couldn't sit still. The jade flute pulled out of her sleeves, slowly roared, floating into Fu Chen's ears.

At that moment, he suddenly felt his whole body sinking, and exhaustion surged out from nowhere, covering every inch of his body's skin.

The sound of the flute was clear and melodious. The bright moon in the sky seemed to echo the song played by Zhaoyue, and it was even more bright in an instant, as if it had sprinkled all the light on Zhaoyue.

The white-haired woman in golden clothes was cage in the deep moonlight. The pale glory illuminated half of the yard. Accompanied by the soothing song, Fu Chen was attracted by Zhaoyue, the waves between her eyebrows and eyes, slender white fingers, and the red lips intoxicated in the song, so she couldn't move her eyes at all.

The sound of the song did not stop, but the sword in his hand fell to the ground first, and his whole body became soft, as if he was embraced by creatures from all over the world, slowly drifted into the inner room and landed on the bed.

It was not until he made some snoring that Zhaoyue gradually lowered the sound of the song until it stopped slowly.

"Little bastard, what's the point of calling me?" After saying that, he looked at his side face who was sleeping heavily, and was stunned.

That day, he was condescending, clamping her chin, raising his hand to unbutton the collar one by one, his breathtaking expression and movements, exquisite and beautiful, and his collarbone with such sexy curves...

This scene suddenly appeared in Zhaoyue's mind. For a moment, she subconsciously covered her nose and her body slanted a lot.

A pair of fox-eared boys in front of him looked sideways, as if they hadn't noticed that she was now feeling like a deer.

Zhao Yue raised her hand and shook it in front of him several times, and once seemed to be trying to hit him, but Fu Chen still slept very deeply without any reaction.

She raised her hand gently and gently stroked the veins that were bulging on his neck.

When Fu Chen, who saw him, he murmured a little and muttered: "Yue'er, stop making trouble."

Looking at his well-behaved appearance, Zhao Yue burst out laughing, lifted up the quilt on the inside of the bed and covered him.

When she left, she felt something was wrong, so she raised her hand and grabbed Fu Chen's golden clothes in her hand.

Almost with a proud look on her face, she folded it aside, but as she folded it, she became a little embarrassed.

This time I used too much force and took off my pants together!

The situation is very out of line!

Zhaoyue looked at the shorts in front of her, turned her head to see Fu Chen who was still sleeping on the bed, and walked around the house three times.

What should I do? It's the first time I've encountered this, otherwise I'll put it on again?

But if he wakes up halfway through, he will not be able to wash it even if he jumps into Tianhe this time!?

He turned around and said that he coveted his body and took off his shorts without hesitation... I can't explain it at all!

After thinking about it for a while, Zhaoyue raised her hand and scratched her head, and decided to just throw her out and let him sleep naked for the whole night!

Then, he almost held his breath, blew out the candlelight in the house, and quietly stepped out of the inner room on tiptoe.

The door of the house closed and made a very small sound. At that moment, Fu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the quilt and looked in. Sheng poked his head out of his head with no desire, raised his hand and patted his forehead, and his teeth clattered.

Wherever he was lying, looking at the dark room, looking at the hollow carved edge of the bed in front of him, resisting the sweeping sleepiness, thousands of words were summoned into one sentence: "Oh! Damn this woman!"

Look, are these things done by humans?

Gripping her teeth and extremely dissatisfied, she reached out and took her shorts that were placed beside her into the quilt, turned over, and breathed a long sigh.

"This woman is really hard to describe!"

At this moment, Zhaoyue stood alone in the yard in a daze.

After two consecutive meals, Luo Chen did not send steamed buns. Her boredom that had nowhere to vent her turned into a pile of oranges like a mountain bun in the yard.

On one side, the skin was peeled and shiny, with full and attractive oranges, and on the other side, the orange peel mountain was neatly stacked on the side.

Zhaoyue was a little helpless, but fortunately, she started eating with the moonlight.

I came to Kunlun Palace for the remaining few ancient scrolls left by the Emperor in Kunlun Abyss, but if I want to enter Kunlun Abyss, it is definitely not possible to rely on her. After all, that is the place where the Emperor and Xuanyuan Sword were born, and the degree of yang can be imagined.

While all things in the world are born from each other, they are still the strongest force to restrain the other party.

It’s easy to say about other places, but even Zhao Yue is not sure that Kunlun Yuan can enter and exit safely.

Now it seems that if the person entering and leaving Kunlun Abyss is Fu Chen, it may be the safest and most conservative way now.

No matter how it changes, his soul has never changed. Even if the mountains and seas are upside down and the cycle of reincarnation is back and forth, Kunlun Yuan is like the original hometown to Fu Chen, and will not be suppressed or rejected no matter what.

The orange was cold and cool. When he slowly entered the entrance, Zhaoyue leaned against the stone table, looking at the vast and blue sky, the Milky Way, the stars were shining, and the unique aurora of the Northern Wilderness was like a streamer, emitting colorful colors.

In addition to the Kunlun Yuan affairs, there is also the matter of the Chunyuan God.

Although the demon clan wants to perform the Destiny Sacrifice is just Zhao Yue’s speculation, no matter from which perspective, the demon clan has the strength and ability, and it is very likely that it is necessary to do such a thing.

There are three branches of the bloodline in the world, the Yue clan of Ye Ming, the Ghost clan of Huangquan, and the Demon Clan who lie dormant in Buluoyuan for a hundred years without any news or movement, and the Demon King is gone.

They have studied the three most yin powers in the world, the Moon Clan's technique of moving towards life, the Ghost Clan's technique of controlling ghosts, and the Demon Clan's technique of eating life.

It just so happened that the Heavenly Destiny Sacrifice was a blind spot between the technique of sacred and the technique of sacred.

Even without the ancient scroll of the Emperor, Zhaoyue knew clearly what kind of existence the Destiny Festival was and what the price was. Because of this, when the Fox Emperor wanted to perform the Destiny Festival, the person who stood at the forefront of opposing him was Zhaoyue, who was most worried about Fu Chen's comfort.

It’s just one thing that has become a blind spot in Chunyuan’s incident.

Five hundred years ago, who was the person who wanted to be resurrected?
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next