Shenjun Mozhao was facing down, his cut off long hair was messy all over the floor, and the scarlet blood was staining his moon-white celestial robe.
Xuan Yi whispered: "...is he dead?"
Fu Cang looked her up and down, and he didn't seem to see any injuries, so he said: "Mortal people are called dead, and the gods can only die."
Is now the time to say this? Xuan Yi was even more astonished, she couldn't react very rarely, wait a minute, let her deal with the situation: Fu Cang was dancing with the sword just now, she was kidnapped by Mo Zhao Shenjun and the others to the Immortal Plum Forest, Fu Cang appeared in the Immortal Plum Forest, Mo Zhao Shenjun is dead.
She laughed suddenly, this guy actually killed the Protoss in Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion! She stretched out her hand to touch Fucang's forehead, did he lose his mind and go crazy?
Fu Cang turned his head to avoid her hand, picked up Chun Jun, wiped off the blood on Mo Zhao Shenjun's clothes, and said calmly: "Just teach them a little lesson."
As soon as he turned his head and saw Xuan Yi calling out Candle Yin Baixue, intending to bury these gods, he felt that the evil fire in his stomach that had just been swallowed rushed up his head again: "What are you doing?"
"Destroy the criminal evidence." Xuan Yi deliberately pushed the buried gods to the ordinary snow in the fairy plum forest to prevent anyone who wanted to find out.
After being wiped out by her in this way, they will perish if they don't die! The veins on Fu Cang's forehead were twitching, and then he pulled these poor gods out of the candle shade and white snow, completely forgetting the fact that he had beaten them unconscious.
"Don't move any more." He lifted up the inexplicable Dragon Princess, turned around and left.
Xuan Yi raised his neck and stared at him fixedly, his chin was like a beautiful jade, his thin lips were slightly pursed with anger, as if aware of her gaze, he lowered his head, his dark eyes met her coldly. Look at each other.
She blinked her eyes: "Senior Brother Fu Cang finished his sword dance?"
His voice was very light: "Yeah."
She softly said: "Come and save me as soon as the dance is over, Senior Brother Fu Cang really cares about me."
Fu Cang didn't seem to hear it, and Princess Long's half-joking, half-sarcasm seemed to suddenly hit a weak point in him, and the countless malice hidden in his heart came out for no reason, and he couldn't wait to fight back, but found that he had nothing to say .
Stepping out of the fairy plum grove, he suddenly heard a crisp golden bell ringing not far away, Xuan Yi turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the jingling Goddess Fei Lian and Goddess Wangshu walking towards here.
Seeing them, Fei Lian and Wang Shu didn't seem surprised at all, Fei Lian looked at Xuan Yi with a sneer on his face, and his eyes turned for a long time on her right leg.
Xuan Yi said with a smile: "Shenjun's hair looks very soft and smooth now, so I feel relieved."
Shenjun Feilian immediately lowered his face: "Bold brat! I still have to settle accounts with you! You fell into my hands today, and I crippled your arm! Break his leg again! See what you will do in the future! Arrogant no!
Goddess Wangshu behind her suddenly said, "God Envoy Fei Lian, don't be impulsive, I have other important things to do when I come here today."
Goddess Fei Lian said coldly: "Goddess, this little **** is very treacherous and treacherous! She played me hard that day! Her **** father insulted and tortured me in every possible way, how can I swallow this breath!"
"I also hope that the envoys will not hold grudges for the sake of the friendship between Princess Zhuyin and me as classmates."
As soon as these words came out, Shenjun Feilian instantly became calm, nodded and said: "The goddess said so, I will not be angry."
Huh? This violent God Lord Feilian listens to Goddess Shu so much? Xuan Yi couldn't help but look at him more.
Goddess Wangshu walked slowly in front of Xuan Yi, that invisible gaze wrapped around her face again, with a trace of judgment. Xuan Yi didn't know what she meant, and simply curled up in Fu Cang's arms without saying a word, tilting his head and smiling at her.
Fu Cang suddenly said: "Goddess Wangshu, I'm sorry, I don't know where the goddess wants to cast spells?"
Wang Shu said: "Just now I searched the entire Zhuxuan Yuyang mansion with Fei Lian, and the place with the strongest freshness is this fairy plum forest. Please move the gods and princesses into the forest."
Alas, those criminal evidences are still lying in the fairy plum grove... Xuan Yi was carried in without making a sound, and as expected, Fei Lian saw the fainted gods on the ground, and started to sneer again: "Two ruthless little devils! "
He scattered the moon sand and grabbed them, and asked, "Goddess, what about them?"
"They took the princess hostage, so they have to be disciplined. Please send them back to Emperor Li Zhu, who are his disciples."
Fei Lian turned Mo Zhaoshenjun over, his left ear was cut open, and all the long hair on the top of his head was cut off, revealing his shiny scalp, which seemed rather funny.
Has that little ghost named Fu Cang improved his swordsmanship again? God Lord Fei Lian muttered to himself, dragged the gods with moon sand, and left the fairy plum forest.
Fu Cang put her on the crystal chair, lifted up the hem of the skirt, rolled up the underpants, and unwrapped the white cloth: "Goddess of labor."
Goddess Wangshu lightly touched the nearly healed wound with her hands, and seeing Xuanyi's eyes always falling on the crystal table, she said lightly: "Princess Xuanyi, I am a descendant of the Dragon God of Taiyin Mountain, and Taiyin Mountain In ancient times, Yimai belonged to the Zhuyin clan, so naturally I can turn water into ice."
Oh, like this... Xuan Yi smiled nonchalantly.
Who knows that Wang Shu suddenly said again: "When the princess reaches fifty thousand years old, would you like to take over Wang Shu's job from me?"
Xuan Yi had calculated thousands of times, but he never realized that the goddess invited her to be the moon **** Wangshu when she opened her mouth, and she was immediately stunned.
"The lineage of Taiyin Mountain has long since withered, and I am no longer young, nor do I have the idea of marriage and childbirth. Wangshu needs supernatural power and coldness. After thinking about it, only Princess Xuanyi is the most suitable, not to mention that the Zhuyin family is born tyrannical. If the princess does this Wang Shu, she must be much better than me, please think about it."
The high hats were thrown one after another, making Xuan Yi dizzy, she stayed for a long time, and wondered: "The Goddess came to Zhu Xuan Yuyang Mansion on purpose, is it just to invite me to take the post of Wang Shu in the future?"
Wang Shu said slowly: "Frankly speaking, I don't like Zhu Yin's consistent behavior style very much, but an emperor who is kind to me enlightened me. Compared with these private grievances, the rules of heaven and earth are more important. Wang Shuyi Whether the job is important or not, the most suitable person can take it. The princess does not need to rush to give me an answer today. I hope that today's good fortune will give the princess one more choice when she is 50,000 years old .”
She took out a cyan silk sac from her bosom, inside it was the essence of moonlight. Xuan Yi watched as she poured them on his right leg, a clear and soothing feeling overflowed in an instant, these teardrop-like moonlight essence penetrated the wound and entered Zhuyin's body without hindrance.
Soon, the essence of the moon that was dyed black seeped out from her right leg one by one. Goddess Wangshu grabbed it in the air, and the soft thorns inside were pulled out, and a black gas the size of a fist was pulled out. The fine and dense ones are like the hair of a cow, slowly spinning in her palm.
"One hundred thousand demon poisonous soft thorns are all here."
Goddess Wangshu flicked her fingertips lightly, and the soft thorns turned into ice chips and shattered inch by inch without leaving a trace.
Xuan Yi pondered and said: "Goddess Wangshu, thank you, who is that emperor who has been kind to you? I should come to pay my respects."
Goddess Wangshu put the hardcover of Yuehua back into the silk bag, but didn't answer her question, she just stood up and saluted Fucang again: "This is a matter, please tell His Majesty Qing Emperor, the previous kindness has been repaid, but I owe the emperor another grace to enlighten me."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and drifted away without dragging her feet.
Fu Cang bent down and grabbed the ankles to re-wrap the white cloth, and smoothed the hem of the skirt, but the Dragon Princess on the opposite side was uncharacteristically silent.
He raised his head and glanced at her, and she was also looking at him with downcast eyes. Through the black veil, her expression was quiet and peaceful. This gaze reminded him of the hidden beauty hidden under her elegant appearance when he first met Huahuang Xiandao. Deeply alienated.
Fu Cang avoids her sight, hugs her again, and suddenly she speaks softly: "So it was His Majesty Qingdi who came forward, Senior Brother Fu Cang, you..."
The malice that he suppressed just now is about to move, and now he doesn't want to listen to her at all.
"Shut up." He quickly walked out of Xianmeilin.
Xuan Yi didn't care about him: "It's because of Senior Brother Fu Cang that you and I were injured~www..com~ Your apology, I accept it."
apologize? Fu Cang took a deep breath, and stopped abruptly.
He asked his father to find Goddess Wangshu. The intention was very simple. After all, Xuan Yi's injury had something to do with him, and he couldn't ignore it because of emotion and reason. After all, he was still the respectful and peaceful Hua Xu family in his bones. If it can be resolved An inexplicable vindictiveness is the best.
He didn't think about her reaction, in fact, he went to Wang Shu to heal her wounds, why didn't he have the idea of forming a relationship and becoming strangers from now on?
But the response she gave at this moment made the thorns all over his body start to grow wildly.
apologize? he? Make amends to her?
Fu Cang sneered, raised his hand and turned her to look at his head and pressed it back hard. The pain made her scream, and the surge of hostility made his tone dark and sharp: "Apologize to you? Dreaming!"
The Qingyu Terrace was still singing and dancing, and it was a lively scene. Obviously, no disciples noticed Xuan Yi's brief disappearance, but when Gu Ting saw Fu Cang bring her back, he couldn't help but wonder: "Hey, where did you hide just now? Fu Cang's sword dance You didn't see it."
With a stern face, Xuan Yi tried his best to break free from Fu Cang's shackles, and landed on the vacated soft chair, before he resentfully said: "I'm not interested!"
Why are they fighting so well again? Gu Ting was too lazy to ask for trouble, he just smiled and said, "Fu Cang, why did the sword dance only last halfway?"
Fu Cang poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp: "I don't practice sword dancing for fun."
It's bad, it seems that the two of them are quite angry this time, but Fu Cang is so angry.
Gu Ting simply stopped looking for words, poured a glass of wine and prepared to respect Zhixi, who knew that Zhixi was still there just now, but now she has gone somewhere. Gu Ting was full of doubts, why are they here and there for a while today? What are you doing?