Empress Wu, after King Wu of Zhou, the only city lord in the heavenly realm.

Even the kings and magnates of the heavenly realm would give three points of courtesy when they saw the Empress Wu.

She is such a character, the idiom Fan of the year, and he dared to rush forward in the face of such a character.

This also coincides with the old saying: newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Even the kings and magnates of the heavenly realm would give way to a woman with three points, and Idiom Fan rushed forward......

Of course, coupled with the fierce battle between the Demon Suppression Hu and the Fire Wood Cloud Sword not long ago, this woman's opinion of the idiom Fan is has improved a little.

"Not welcome?" "Idiom Fan took the words of Empress Wu, still turned his back to her, and said lightly, "This piece of land is open, anyone can enter, anyone can go out, there is no non-existent welcome and unwelcome," the voice came to this, and Idiom Fan turned around leisurely at this time, "It's just ......"

"Just what?" Empress Wu really wanted to hear it, behind this "just", what idiom Fan would say and what he would express, which was very interesting to the Empress Wu.

"It's just that I don't like you here!" Soon, a cold sentence blurted out. Yes, cold, and cold to the extreme. I didn't seem to be able to hear any cold words in my words just now. However, at this moment, the cold words have been exerted to the extreme by the faint words of the idiom Fan.

"Oh?" Obviously, this cold remark of the idiom did not make the Empress Wu angry, but instead brought up a touch of her interest, "Didn't you say that anyone can enter and anyone can go out here, and there is nothing welcome or unwelcome?"

Idiom Fan shrugged and admitted that he was right. But still, in the affectionate stay of the idiom Fan Na, he couldn't see the indifferent affection revealed when he shrugged his shoulders just now, but a touch of remorse mixed with a touch of hatred.

That's right, hatred.

It's just that this hatred mixed with remorse is hidden by the idiom Fan very deeply, and ordinary people can't see it. However, no matter how deep it is hidden, it can't escape the eyes of the Empress Wu, who is known as the peerless magic eye.

In addition, as a woman's unique sensitivity, even if the idiom Fan is hidden deep and secretive, it will be clearly pierced by the Empress Wu. Of course, being pierced by the Empress Wu is clear and clear, just like not hanging at all, and the idiom Fan has no complaints. After all, the strength is there.

If you pierce it, you will penetrate it, he idioms Fan is complaining about you, that is, hating you, so what. Lao Tzu can't beat you, isn't Lao Tzu allowed to hate you on the surface?

"You're right, this Imperial Grace Mausoleum is everyone can enter, everyone can go out, there is nothing that is not welcome, and there is nothing I don't welcome you, you don't welcome me, it's just," Immediately, the idiom Fan is voice paused slightly, and the words turned around, "Such a big Imperial Grace Mausoleum, you can go wherever you fall in love, I can't stop you, of course, I don't have the ability to hold you, at least this place," The afterglow of the corner of the idiom Fan's eyes looked at the tombstone behind him, and even looked at the gray photo and blood-like red words on the tombstone that could almost pierce the heart and his soul, "I don't welcome you, and he doesn't welcome you either!"

In the idiom Fan's voice, he was already full of hatred, almost enduring the gnashing of teeth.

Listening to the idiom Fan's words, Empress Wu she understood, she understood deeply.

It is because of her that this tombstone was created, and it also gave this tombstone bright red text and a gray photo. In fact, she had also thought about it, looking at the posthumous photo of Sister Xia's tombstone from the heavenly realm, and thought deeply.

It's just that no one can know what she is thinking. Sometimes, even she doesn't know what she's thinking.

However, there is one thing she knows very well. Since she was named the Empress of Martial Arts, since she was in charge of the Fengshen Capital. Her own arrogance and her own unreasonableness, perhaps these hands, without doing it herself, have long been stained with the blood of countless people.

The blood of these countless people may be more innocent. And this is far more terrifying than doing it yourself, and it is also more cruel and bloody.

When night falls, the lights come on, and this noisy city has long been a world of neon lights. And this city has long since missed the past. Seeing the changes in this city step by step, Empress Wu also thought again, should she also change?

In today's layman's terms, it's to follow the trend of the times and go with the flow.

"Idiom Fan, can you let me send a bouquet of flowers?" At this moment, in the hands of the Empress Wu, a bouquet of orange flowers had appeared in the hands of the Empress Wu. It seems that the orange color looks more vivid.

Faintly, the idiom Fan can still feel a little different breath from the orange flowers. Or to be precise, a completely different aura from this mortal world.

"Flowers of the Heavenly Realm?" Subconsciously, Idiom Fan finally reacted. It's no wonder that he is a big name in the heavenly realm, the city lord of the god capital, and canonized as the empress of martial arts. Even the celestial looking magnates will give three points to the super big names.

What is this small celestial flower? For a big man like her, it is estimated that she can crush hundreds of millions of mortals to death with a single pick.

"Can you let me send a bouquet?" the Empress Wu put down her figure, and for the first time, asked the other party with a slight request.

At this time, Cheng Yufan didn't say anything, and looked at the gorgeous and noble woman in front of him. There are all kinds of things in my heart that I can't say. The gaudy and noble many years ago, in the flamboyance and nobility, there is endless coldness, and there is no humanity at all.

But now, it is still gorgeous and noble, but the only difference is that in that gorgeous and noble, the faint coldness seems to have been melted by something. However, it was precisely because of the coldness that existed before that it seemed to have been gradually melted by something that made Idiom Fan feel extremely uncomfortable, and even at a certain moment, two words were revealed in Idiom Fan's mind - hypocrisy!

Yes, hypocrisy, very hypocrisy, extreme hypocrisy. This kind of hypocrisy has made him, who has gradually lost his hatred for the Empress Wu as time passed, rise like a tide soaring!

"Give it to me," Cheng Yufan stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "Give me your heavenly flowers!"

Empress Wu was stunned for a moment, and then her face showed a trace of joy, and she happily sent the flowers of the heavenly realm, Tangerine Tianju, to the hands of Idiom Fan. Perhaps, this bunch of orange chrysanthemums should be compared by idiom Fan himself.

At least, it is already a big concession that Cheng Fan can accept, or accept this bunch of orange chrysanthemums on his behalf. In the Heavenly Realm Divine Capital, in so many years, the Empress Martial Empress asked herself more than once, especially in this first year.

What kind of friendship can make Xiyu Fan make such a big sacrifice, even at the cost of entering the hobby, to complete the requirements she made. She also knew that as long as Idiom Fan could fulfill her request, she would heal this friend of Idiom Fan.

However, she knew better that the request she made was not even a 1% chance at that time, or more precisely, that chance was equal to zero. This requirement, even now, is probably only a little bit of a chance of a few tenths of a percent.

Think about it, a few tenths of a percent chance. Isn't that the same as nothing! Miracles? There are miracles in this world. However, the miracle of this world does not appear just by talking about it, it can appear as long as you do it.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a miracle.

"Tangerine chrysanthemum is very beautiful, and it also has a unique aura of the heavenly realm. When he took a closer look, Cheng Yufan also saw what kind of celestial flower this orange flower was.

"I didn't expect you to know this orange chrysanthemum!" Idiom Fan's words surprised the Empress Wu. If idiom Fan can guess that this is a flower in the heavenly realm, it is nothing, but if he can guess that this is the orange chrysanthemum in the heavenly realm, it is quite amazing.

You know, this orange chrysanthemum is not a celestial flower. This name sounds quite ordinary, but the effect of this orange chrysanthemum is extraordinary.

"It's just ......" At this point, the idiom Fan had already turned around, facing his tombstone, and facing the blood-red three big characters on the tombstone: Xu Tianling!

The name engraved on the tombstone is only one word different from his own name. They are not brothers, but they have a brotherly affection that is more brotherly than brothers. They are not friends, but they are friends who are more friends than this friend.

They didn't worship heaven and earth to form brothers during the day, but they would stick knives in each other's ribs. I do not seek to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day of the same month. At the moment when Xu Tianling left, if it wasn't for the demon spirit jade to stop him, maybe Fan Zhen would have understood himself.

No one knows this, and this is only a secret between the idiom Fan and the demon spirit jade. Even the old man Ge, who was always paying attention to the idiom, didn't know.

"Just what?" faintly, the intuition of the woman of the Empress Wu had already sensed what Idiom Fan was going to do.

However, before the Empress Wu could react, an abnormal flame had completely wrapped the orange Tianju from the heavenly realm inside.

"It's just that I'm afraid that Xu Tianling can't bear it, and he will be hated by some evil ghosts below, so as to take away the ghost heart that has been nourished by this orange chrysanthemum, and when the time comes, ......" Speaking of this, there is no need to continue, Idiom Fan has already felt the huge pressure behind him, just like a flood of beasts that swept into himself, and was about to devour himself mercilessly!