The powerful general of Department B wanted to be transferred to Department A, and the crown prince Changqin was naturally overjoyed, and immediately approved a courtyard in the palace of the general of Department A to Qingyan with a big wave of his hand.
Xuan Yi was still wearing Fu Cang's loose coat, not very elegantly dressed, but elegantly sitting on the bed to eat tea.
When Qing Yan came back, he threw two sets of general outfits for her, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully looked at her face for a while, confirming that there was nothing wrong with her, and finally half of her suspended heart was relieved.
"Why did you run into that Qingyang family?" He asked.
Xuan Yi swallowed the tea, tilted his head to think for a while, and decided to only talk about the most important thing: "He said that he asked us to do a very difficult thing, and I guess it has something to do with Lihenhai."
From the sea of hatred? Qingyan frowned, he couldn't figure out Shaoyi's plan, he was originally worried that because of the discord between the two clans, he would do some harm to the Zhuyin clan, who knows that after these years, their respective cultivation bases are about to reach perfection, But Shaoyi didn't do anything, and this matter made him more and more worried.
"What kind of enmity did the two clans have in the past?" Xuan Yi blew the mist on the tea. The two emperors died in it after the battle of Lihenhai. No one knew why, and the two clans turned against each other. , so far no way to come.
Qing Yan shook his head, even the oldest Emperor Bai Ze didn't know about this, let alone them. He didn't want Xuan Yi to worry about these things, so he simply changed the subject and looked at her with a half-smile: "Why are you getting entangled with Hua Xu?"
Xuan Yi looked innocent: "Who is entangled with him?"
If she admits it, it's not good, and if she denies it, she has a dark heart. Qingyan knows her virtues well, and the smile can't help but deepen: "Didn't you still treat him as an opponent before?"
"I can't see it now."
Qing Yan nodded her head: "With such a bad temper, only Hua Xu can control you."
He chatted with her for a while, and seeing that the night was getting dark, he got up and opened the door: "Sleep, your war department doesn't need to go back in my opinion, you came to the lower world to play."
Anyway, Zhuyin's all methods are useless, and the punishment of the sun's brilliance empowerment has no deterrent effect at all. Besides, since Ah Yi likes Fu Cang, he naturally wants to fulfill her wishes. Why should Zhuyin care about these precepts and dogmas? Just let her be happy.
Qing Yan stepped out of the courtyard under the misty moonlight, and walked along the corridor for a while, and sure enough there was a white-clothed **** standing on the railing. Seeing him coming, Fu Cang turned around and nodded slightly, Qing Yan made a swift move like lightning, and stepped forward to **** the pure jun from his waist.
As if he had already expected that he would strike, Fu Cang turned sideways to avoid it, and Chun Jun turned into a tiny golden dragon, spinning back and forth in the night, as fast as lightning, lightly blocking every ray of snow from Qing Yan.
Hua Xu, who has awakened in the way of the sword, is light, thick, sharp, and violent. Qing Yan and the little golden dragon are still unable to get close to Fu Cang. If B beats Fu Cang up, honestly, I'm afraid it will be difficult.
He gradually receded and landed lightly on the railing. The little golden dragon also turned back into a pure jun and returned to its scabbard.
Qing Yan could not help but smile.
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The bed in the general's palace was really uncomfortable to sleep on, it was hard and narrow, and Xuan Yi, who was used to the luxurious life, didn't sleep well that night. Laying on the bed for a long time did not see Qingyan coming, so she had no choice but to open the door and go out by herself.
As soon as he went out, he felt the sunlight was dazzling, and what was even more dazzling was the white dress leaning against the wall. Xuan Yi quickly lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, knowing that she couldn't see the light and still wore white clothes all day long.
Unexpectedly, she was pulled over and immediately hugged, she subconsciously hugged Fu Cang's head, lowered her head and looked at him with rounded eyes.
Fu Cang raised his head and stared at her, but she always said nothing, not saying that she liked him, not saying anything because of the relapse of his heartbreak.
After Mr. Xiaolong told him last night, he stood silently on the corridor all night without sleep.
He thought of the memories of the lower world, the snow and ice that covered the courtyard all the time, and the heartache caused by his kiss. It turned out that it wasn't because she didn't know how to restrain her divine power, but because she had a wound in her heart and couldn't restrain the overflow of divine power—his eager persecution and immature feelings created all this.
His Dragon Princess is afraid of being lonely, but also likes to be coquettish and petite. His stomach is full of dark clouds. He always subconsciously feels that he loves her more than her. He pets her, but hates her a little bit, so he presses her again and again. He knows she likes her, but he is not sure how much he likes her. husband.
Fu Cang sighed softly, and put his face against her heart, the heartbeat there was clear and sweet, he closed his eyes tightly, unable to imagine what kind of voice it was when her heart was broken, he was actually the scale in her heart.
There will be no next time.
Fu Cang patted her on the head softly, silly child.
Xuan Yi stared at a pearl on the jade crown on his head and pulled hard, and asked softly, "Where is Qingyan?"
He paused for a while before bringing his thoughts back to reality: "On the way to **** the third prince to Nantianmen, he met the generals of Suihu Maharaja who came to rescue him and let him escape. gone."
He escaped! Xuan Yi wondered, "Aren't you going?"
There are as many demon warriors in the lower world as there are stars. Ding Maobu didn't have to stare at the third prince like this, but the prince Changqin and Huahuang are friends. Gu Ting has been seriously injured and has not yet woken up. No one knows whether he will perish in the next moment. The pursuit of the third prince this time means more revenge. Gu Ting has such a good relationship with Fu Cang, that golden dragon was so vicious that day, he chased the third prince like a bereaved dog, how could he be lazy today?
Fu Cang put her down, took out the gold ring from his sleeve and inserted it for her, then walked out holding hands: "I'll take you with me."
Xuan Yi became proud: "Do you want to rely on my ice wall?"
He couldn't help laughing: "Yes, it depends on your help."
No problem, she put all the evil deeds of running away before the battle to the back of her mind, and seeing how she froze the third prince into a sculpture, she wanted to vent her anger on Gu Ting's behalf.
Out of the general's palace, Fu Cang blew a whistle, and the nine green lions immediately ran over joyfully, seeing Xuan Yi, its eighteen eyes immediately filled with tears, it was unknown whether it was joy or fright. A small, exquisite and incomparably exquisite snow-white nine-headed lion was tied around its neck with a red string. Xuan Yi got closer and picked it up with his hands to look at it, then smiled slightly: "You still keep it."
He will keep it forever.
Fu Cang hugged her onto the lion's back, and the nine-headed lion immediately flew up to the sea of clouds, and hurriedly chased after the traces of fresh air left by the generals.
Xuan Yi pinched a tiger's head in his hand, leaned into his arms and asked, "Does Lord Suihu look like this?"
Fu Cang smiled, but then his face became a little dignified, and he shook his head: "No **** has ever seen Suihu Maharaja's demon body, he is unfathomable, I hope this time to kill the third prince will not collide with him."
This majesty is not only powerful, but also cunning, knowing that there is a powerful battle coming~www..com~, he will never come out. Emperor Zhongshan once spent three thousand years with him in the lower realm, chasing one and hiding, and finally the emperor himself felt It took too long to simply ignore him and kill other maharajas instead. It is precisely because of this that the third prince and his ilk have been so presumptuous in recent years.
There is a towering mountain peak in the sea of clouds, the nine-headed lion walked around the jagged stone peak, and suddenly gave a low growl, Fu Cang turned his head to look, but saw a red heavenly horse parked in the sea of clouds in the distance, with four hooves like snow, forehead His face was also white, and he couldn't help frowning.
He knew the mount, it was Flo's mount.
At this time, the Bingwu Department should be thousands of miles away. What is she doing here?
Fu Cang picked up a handful of wind, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, the entangled smell of clean air and stale air, he understood it, and immediately drove the nine-headed lion to fly over, took out the command talisman from his sleeve, and drew out the "Ding Mao" The lighted card was thrown into the air, and then he touched Xuan Yi's head: "Wait for me here."
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