When leaving Ziyuan Weaver Girl's Mansion, a huge bright moon had already risen from the bank of the Linghe River. Under the silver light, the water mist was like a veil, covering the Sansheng Stone.
Ziyuan Weaver Girl's exclamation was still in my ears just now: "You little **** is so bold! You actually dare to steal Jiguang's Feather from the stables of the Heavenly Palace!"
Fu Cang himself also felt that what he did was too bold, and he still had lingering fears at this moment. He has been law-abiding since he was a child, one is because of his lazy nature, and the other is because of his family tradition, he never imagined that one day he would do such a big bad thing, if the Emperor of Heaven and his father know that he stole the Jiguang beast, it is extremely precious feathers, I still don't know how it will end.
The light veil and mist covered his clothes, his sleeves were so heavy, he couldn't help it, he looked down again, the Dragon Princess was like a grain of brown sugar, tightly hugged one of his sleeves, his clothes were ripped off Halfway through.
"...Sit down." Fu Cang straightened his clothes and pulled back the sleeves, the next moment she held on and yawned at the same time.
"I'm sleepy." Xuan Yi said lazily.
Fu Cang tugged at his sleeves a few times, but she refused to let go, he pursed his lips, and suddenly grabbed her neckline, Xuan Yi felt as if flying like a cloud, and landed on his back.
"Go to sleep, don't make trouble." He tapped his finger on the rattan chair, and the chair "snapped" into a leaf, which he put into his sleeve.
With a tight neck, she tightly hugged him with both arms, her cold and soft cheek was almost pressed against his ear, and she said softly, "Senior brother Fucang, how did you steal Jiguang feather?"
Fu Cang turned his head to get away from her unscrupulous approach: "Why do you ask so many questions?"
How could Xuan Yi let him go, twisted like a twist: "It's fine anyway, just tell me."
fine? It was she who said she was sleepy, how could she be so sleepy? Fu Cang didn't want to talk to her, but she was so entangled, if he tried to force her to shut up like before, he couldn't seem to do it.
He whistled suddenly, and the nine-headed lion dozed in the sea of clouds immediately ran down happily. Fu Cang lightly threw Xuan Yi on the lion's back, and said calmly, "Sleep."
She turned around, still grabbed his sleeve, pinched it a little bit with her fingertips, scratched the dark lines of the cuff twice with her nails as if to tickle. The colorful skirt was spread randomly on the lion's back, and she was also lying in a mess, making her waist tied by a black belt look as thin as a willow, and her fluffy long hair was curled together with the lion's fur. She flicked it twice with her hands, Then he continued to concentrate on picking the dark silver thread embroidery on his cuffs.
Fu Cang felt that the tips of her slender nails seemed to be digging at his heart, and there was a severe itching in the pain.
As if he was struggling for the last time, he slowly pulled back his sleeves. The next moment, her fingers were like soft vines, wrapping around him relentlessly.
Fu Cang felt that his whole body was also being entangled, as if she was pulling him down, but he couldn't refuse, he couldn't refuse.
He was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head to look again, and found that Xuan Yi had fallen asleep curled up on the lion's back, half of his face was covered by his hair, and half of his lips were exposed. He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, but the cautiousness in his nature made him retract his hand again.
In the end, he only patted the back of the lion, and Xiao Jiu flew up into the sea of clouds.
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On February 2nd, when the dragon raised its head, the fifth princess of the Tianhu clan was officially married. When Fu Cang and Xuan Yi rushed to the Southern Wilderness, the grand wedding banquet had already lasted for two days. The ostentation, whether there is an invitation or not, all the gods will come to visit, and the wine and delicacies will be delivered at the same price. From the top of the Qingqiu Mountain to the foot of the mountain, the sky is full of joy, and the enchanting male and female foxes are dancing. Look at this posture It is estimated that there will be no problem in another ten days.
She turned her head to look at Fu Cang in doubt, who knew that this guy was blocked at the foot of the mountain by a group of goddesses from the Tianhu Tribe, oranges, pears, peaches and other fruits were all flooded to his calf, what kind of etiquette is he still upholding Hua Xu's , Talking to the goddesses calmly with no expression on his face.
Xuan Yi floated over with a smile, but he heard him asking: "Where is the ninth princess?"
A goddess of the Tianhu tribe covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Shenjun Fucang also has a crush on our Ninth Princess. If the emperor knows, he will be happy."
Fu Cang said: "This time I came here to ask Princess Nine for something, but Gai Yin has never met, so I don't know what Princess Nine looks like, so I ask the goddess for guidance."
The thoughts of the goddesses were clearly not on the same line as his, and they exclaimed one by one: "I fell in love with our Ninth Princess even though I haven't seen her face to face! God Lord Fu Cang is so shy and affectionate!"
Xuan Yi felt that he had probably reached the limit of his patience. Although it was interesting to see him sneering at them, what if he offended the goddesses of the Tianhu tribe and drove them out?
She softly called out: "Senior Brother Fu Cang!" She waited proudly on the steps, only waving at him, but did not go over.
The goddesses of the Tianhu tribe looked her up and down, and felt a little discouraged when they saw her beautiful appearance. There were also those who were gentle and affectionate, and whispered to Fu Cang quietly: "The nine princesses are born with nine tails, and their divine power is powerful. There are nine tails, that is the nine princesses."
Fu Cang quickly walked out from the pile of fruits, grabbed the arm of the wicker chair and pulled Xuanyi up the mountain, seeing that she was about to throw away the fruit in his arms, he shook his head and said in a low voice: "Don't throw it away, it's the custom of the Tianhu clan , give fruit to those who are closed eyes, it is very impolite to lose it.”
No wonder Ziyuan Weaver Girl said that the Tianhu family loves beauty, so it turns out that this is the way of love.
Xuan Yi carefully moved the fruits in his arms, seeing the Goddess of the Tianhu Tribe approaching non-stop, she blushed and stuffed various fruits into Fu Cang's arms~www..com~ After a while, he hugged again Half pregnant, she "sneered" and laughed: "This is the right time, Senior Brother Fucang is so welcome."
Fu Cang ignored her, looked around, and carefully looked for the nine princesses with nine tails. Suddenly, there was a huge squid on the top of the mountain, carrying a black stone tablet on its back. It is the heavenly book that the Tianhu clan has preserved since ancient times.
There are many other similar stone steles in the Heavenly Book, scattered all over the wilderness, recording all the important news of the God Realm countless generations ago. Emperor Qing was very interested in these things, and he dedicated a thousand years to transcribe the stone steles everywhere, but the Tianhu and Tuxiangshan clans did not communicate with the outside world on weekdays, so he has not been able to transcribe the heavenly scriptures preserved by these two clans.
Today, Emperor Tianhu married his daughter and opened the gate of the mountain. With this opportunity, Fu Cang didn't want to give up, so he immediately dragged Xuan Yi to the top of the mountain and stood in front of the monument to watch silently.
Xuan Yi peeled an orange, ate it and asked, "What is this?"
"Book from heaven." His answer was very succinct.
Xuan Yi leaned over to watch together, and suddenly said: "How do you know so many things? You will know when you are older?"
Fu Cang immediately felt that the words on the stele were in a mess. It's the third time, her rude words have not suppressed her for a long time, her skin is probably very itchy.
He was about to hit her with a cold face when suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew by, bringing with it a fragrant and strong smell of wine. The sound sounded one after another, and the fruit in his arms rolled all over the ground, and finally he had to cover his face with his sleeve.
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After waiting for a long time, I can't wait anymore, maybe the VIP will be opened in the backstage tomorrow~ No matter whether I can enter today or not, I will offer it at three o'clock.