The roof of the temple covered with multicolored gemstones is tall and gorgeous, and the slender golden branches outline huge vertical lattice windows. The clear and cold sound of clogs stepping on the black crystal floor is like the heartbeat of Xuanyi at this moment. .
In the huge cage-like tower palace of this poor city, she met Qingyan and her father. If she had a chance before coming here, Shaoyi might be cheating on her, but after seeing them , this fluke disappeared without a trace.
They were placed in a very beautiful bedroom, and everything was arranged thoughtfully and thoughtfully, but none of them was awake, and there was no chance for them to find a way to escape.
She checked their bodies carefully, and no one was injured, but her father's hand was tightly clutched to his chest, as if he was enduring the pain, while Qingyan was lethargic after exhaustion of divine power.
Xuan Yi suddenly stopped in front of a huge vertical window, staring fixedly at the clear sky outside, and Shaoyi also stopped three steps away, with a gentle voice: "Are you sad? I reminded you that the last Don't look at it."
She didn't look at him, but whispered: "What's going on with Qingyan?"
Holding on to the vertical pane, Shaoyi quietly looked at the splendid sycamore forest below, and said softly: "Although you can rest assured that Mr. Xiaolong will not leave without permission, but if you come, he will probably get angry and have to ask him to go out first." Use up all your energy and sleep for a few days."
Xuan Yi said coldly: "Then what about my father? The emperor of the Qingyang clan planted a heart feather for him? When did he plant it?"
When Shaoyi gave her the third heart feather last time, the process was long and painful. She didn't believe that her father would be at the mercy of the Qingyang clan. If the emperor started fighting, how could the lower realm be silent? How can Qiongsang City be safe and sound?
Shaoyi blew a piece of dust off the window: "It's the heart feather planted by my father, otherwise I couldn't ask this stupid emperor to smash the Qiongsang city? As for when it was planted, you can guess."
She suddenly turned around and stared at him, and he smiled slightly: "Isn't it too boring for you to ask me to answer, since you are here, Qiongsang City has no restrictions on you, you can go wherever you like, it is more interesting to guess for yourself."
Xuan Yi frowned tightly: "You said that when I came, tell me about it."
Shaoyi said leisurely: "I said it, but I don't want to think about it now, I have to wait until I'm interested."
She could not wait to scratch and crush him.
Xuan Yi turned around and left, feeling that he was still following, he said calmly, "Don't follow me."
Her black skirt brushed against a tall sapphire vase in the corner, and the crisp sound of clogs quickly faded away.
She had to take a closer look at what the **** was going on in this poor mulberry city. She thought that there was no one in the Qingyang family nesting in it, but she didn't expect it to be as empty as Shaoyi said, and even the priests were better than other gods. few. Passing through the wide corridor, the hot wind blows like a burning wind. The palaces and towers here are all built with ten thousand years of igneous rock.
Wannian Huoyan, only stones produced by Qiongsang, the needle that pierced her heart back then was Wannian Huoyan Needle. The Tongshan family is rich in firewood phoenix trees, and the Qingyang family cannot do without this sacred tree—it seems that the tragedy of that year was also planned by the Qingyang family.
Her chest tightened, and Xuan Yi slowly exhaled the air that was pent up in her lungs. When she first entered the Mingxing Palace, Emperor Bai Ze asked speciously, the Tongshan clan is really not a powerful group, why did she have the courage? After torturing the emperor's wife to death, why did he have the courage to severely injure the descendants of the Zhuyin family?
But if there is the Qingyang family behind the push, all of this will seem logical.
It was precisely to injure her that Shaoyi could plant two phoenix feathers to restrain her until now. Why Shaoyi? Why not the Emperor Qingyang who is sneaking behind his back?
The black silk dress was blown against her body by the wind, Xuanyi looked at the empty and poor city without bounds, maybe Shaoyi was right, she was extremely selfish, so her cleverness was centered around selfishness to flourish , Once it involves other things, I don't care much.
The sound of light footsteps stopped behind him again, Xuan Yi turned his head and took a look, and the emperor in a primrose-colored long coat followed like a gangrene.
"My father annihilated the Tongshan clan in a fit of anger, and he himself suffered a lot of injuries. He passed out from exhaustion of divine power." She said suddenly, her voice was calm, "Did the heart feathers be planted at that time? So Qingyang Only the emperor will be weak."
After all, the mature Emperor Zhongshan is different from her, and the degree of injury is also different. It is very normal for the Emperor Qingyang to be unable to bear the impact of Xinyu. His father has been imprisoned in the Hall of Longevity for nearly ten thousand years, and suddenly one day his injuries began to get better for a while , is exactly the reaction after not cutting off the heart feather knot.
Shaoyi smiled and looked at her graceful figure under the thin silk dress: "Little Niqiu is really smart, but my father is born weak, not because he planted a feather."
Xuan Yi said indifferently: "The very difficult thing you mentioned, you originally planned to ask my father to do it?"
Shaoyi folded his arms and leaned against the railing of the corridor: "That's right, it's a pity that he suffered too much injuries and his talent is too poor, so he must be unable to do anything, and Mr. Xiaolong's talent is slightly inferior to yours. Zhuyin's is better."
Xuan Yi's soft voice was tinged with a hint of coldness: "It is for this **** that you hooked up with the Tongshan clan and got my aunt..."
The smile on Shaoyi's face gradually subsided, and he looked serious, and said in a low voice: "It wasn't my order, the third princess asked us for that needle, but Qingyang didn't know what she did until later."
"Do you think I'll believe it?"
Shaoyi said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, it was your father who tossed about it, and gave the third princess hope to be the emperor's wife time and time again. I didn't expect what she would do. Later, you were severely injured, and I just took advantage of the situation." It's for nothing."
At that time, he was looking for a suitable time to force Emperor Zhongshan out of Zhongshan so that he could plant his own feathers. After all, the battle of emperors was huge, and he had to find a safe place where he would not be noticed. No one expected that the three princesses would be so crazy that they would kidnap Goddess Cuihe and Princess Zhuyin, destroying others and themselves.
"You?" Xuan Yi looked at him coldly, "The Qingyang family pushed you, a young god, to take the blame. Where is your emperor? I want to see him!"
Shaoyi smiled instead, and touched her hair that was blown by the wind, with a soft voice: "Your rhetorical skills are really getting better and better, yes, it is my plan to plant a heart feather and ask you to do things for me , my father is just assisting. As for who I am, you can guess slowly."
As soon as the words fell, Xuan Yi's fingertips flicked suddenly, and a huge ice dragon roared towards him, immediately entangled him from head to toe, Fang wanted to crush and twist him, but saw the faint blue flames flashing around him, Her ice dragon was burned instantly. The fiery red orb on his forehead emitted an extremely dazzling brilliance at this moment, much brighter than usual.
Xuan Yi didn't call out the ice dragon again, and raised his eyes to look at him for a long time, Shaoyi looked at her with a kind of gentle gaze that seemed to be admiring or emotional.
After a while, she looked away, leaned on the railing~www..com~ and said, "The Emperor Zhongshan who tossed Lihenhai with you, what enmity do you have?"
Shaoyi couldn't help leaning over to stand side by side with her, looking down at her pale and quiet cheek: "Why don't you ask something else?"
For example, why did the Qingyang Emperor of the previous generation become the young Fengjun today? For example, how long can his awesome emperor's cultivation last? Another example is why he is suddenly willing to reveal his identity? He had been hiding it well before.
Because she is not interested. Xuanyizhiyi squinted at the bright sycamore forest in the distance. After a long time, she asked, "Then what's your name?"
Shaoyi whispered: "Shaoyi, Qingyang Emperor Shaoyi."
It turned out to be called that. She took a breath: "Emperor Qingyang Shaoyi, what difficult thing are you asking me to do?"
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