Su Gu lazily looked at Hu Xuan in the box, a woman, no matter how big her ability is, she doesn't dare to act so arbitrarily in the palace, she is just a pawn of the wolf king Lieyun, just an outcast.

Hu Xuan looked at Su Gu with tears in her eyes, whimpering and begging for mercy, the Taoist chief said to her, Su Gu was born pure and kind, not to mention that she was still Lieyun's favorite concubine, even if Lieyun tied her up to Su Gu, she would just reprimand a few words, or receive some punishment, but she would not easily take her life.

In this world, there is no one who cherishes her life more than Su Gu, when the Dongting world was arranged, she saved so many lives, in her heart, the lives of the people in the world are important.

However, she sat on the chair, her fingers lazily on her cheeks, looked at her indifferently, and said, "Look at your appearance, you are a sign of birth, and the good skin of this life is just peeled off and made me a garment." ”

As soon as she said it, Hu Xuan froze, and the ministers on the side also froze.

Hu Xuan's mind was blank, she never thought that Su Gu was going to skin her.

She raised her hand and swept it, indifferently like sweeping away a piece of garbage, and said, "Drag it down." ”

"Yes. The soldier next to him stepped forward and left with Hu Xuan in the box.

Hu Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, struggled desperately and screamed in fright, but unfortunately his mouth was blocked, and he could only make a whining sound, and was carried out, and the cry gradually disappeared.

The minister lowered his head, his palms were full of sweat, and he felt Su Gu's gaze fall on him, like a knife falling on his head, which was terrifying.

She said, "What, what's the matter?"

The minister suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly saluted, and turned to leave.

She sat there quietly, her mind returned to Su Hu's matter, the news that Su Hu was still alive came from nowhere, and she didn't know where to look for him, thinking about it, she got up and walked out, went out, and went towards the Nine Heavens.

Ascending to the sky, she walked towards the Lingxiao Palace, there is nothing in this world that can be hidden from the Qingming Mirror of the Extreme Dao Ancestor, but the things that can be hidden from the Qingming Mirror can not be hidden from the Book of Heaven in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, the Book of Heaven records everything from all beings in the Six Realms, including the Demon Race.

When she fell, the Book of Heaven in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven was abnormal, and he learned the origin of the Demon God's words and bones from the Book of Heaven, and also learned when and where she was reborn, which led to the scene of going to the abyss of the Black Sea to hunt for treasure.

At the gate of Lingxiao Palace, the heavenly soldiers guarding the town stopped her and said: "Our Lady Niangniang's birthday, the Emperor of Heaven and all the immortals have gone, if the Lord has something, please come back another day." ”

"Niangniang's birthday is in Sanyuan Palace?" she asked.

The Heavenly Soldier replied, "Exactly. ”

She then turned around and headed for the Sanyuan Palace.

Our Lady of the Virgin's birthday, Sanyuan Palace is full of guests, although the Virgin Mary is a god, but not under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of Heaven, in terms of seniority, she is the elder of the Emperor, and her status in the heavenly realm is extremely high.

The feast was set on the edge of the clear water, with a stretch of swaying trees on one side and a magnificent blue water on the other, and the silver woods were connected with the clear water, forming a piece of mercury by itself.

Our Lady of the Virgin is dressed in a glow, sitting on the top under the embrace of the immortals, and below is the wine banquet full of delicacies, the immortals sit in it, the left is headed by the Emperor of Heaven, the right is led by Yexi, Fuyao is holding a wine jug, dressed in a white cloud dress, standing respectfully next to the Virgin, his eyes fall on Yexi, turning into endless tenderness.

(Markor Literature-)