"The deity was customized by someone, but are you still satisfied?"

"Tomorrow's banquet is just right, not luxurious and not monotonous." She looked down at the hem of her clothes, still embroidered with her favorite hibiscus pattern. Prisoner Zhan can see all her thoughts, and always silently arranges everything for her.

It seems that you don't have to worry about anything, and you can survive with his dependence.

"That's good, you follow me at the freshman banquet tomorrow, don't move around at will."

"Are you afraid she will hurt me? She can't hurt me. The woman said with a smile, although her cultivation is not at the top now, she still has the power to protect herself. As for the emperor, if she doesn't look for trouble, she will naturally be fine, and Wanyu won't swallow her anger if she finds trouble.

"Ah, don't mess around. Behind her, it's not just the Divine Realm, but also the Wind Wing Clan. Fight openly and you will be the target of public criticism. I may not be able to save you then. ”

Wanyu looked at him with a smile, "Nervous about what?" I'm not going to pick thorns. As for the Emperor. I can't tell. Her tone was a little helpless, and her hostility towards the emperor could not be resolved.

"Ayu, tomorrow, it's not that simple." Prisoner Zhan sat aside, wanting to ask the master of the flower room again, but he couldn't speak. She made up her mind not to explain, and she didn't have a rut herself.

"It's not the first time I've come into contact with this situation, you and I have been bloody for so many years, where would you be afraid of this open gun and hidden arrow. She's not going to have to kill me. At most, torture for peace of mind. ”

He walked up to her lightly and looked at her for a long time before he said, "You seem to be more transparent than the mortal world, but I like you more than before." ”

Once upon a time, it was about the life of the gods. After all, this is their third life. Back to the divine realm, back to the beginning of the story. This time, they are happy with each other and know each other tacitly.

"I can't go back in the past, and now I am, shouldn't you like it more?" A rare smile, the woman's tone was less guarded, so relaxed and teasing.

The corners of the prisoner's lips curled into a smile, looking at the stars outside, thinking about taking her to see the stars for the first time. At that time, they were still the original pure.

"Naturally, but the promise given to you is not known when it will be fulfilled." His back was a little lonely, and his eyes were a little empty. The road ahead is unknown, and now it is full of thorns, and what will happen in the future.

"It will always come true, you are a prisoner and war master, so naturally you will not take your promises lightly." The woman smiled softly and grabbed his wrist, she looked at him, the tenderness of her eyes facing each other, the joy of knowing each other.

"I will." He promised in his heart that he would give her the grandest wedding in the Four Realms, and she was the only one in his life.

Wanyu didn't know what he was thinking, and when she thought of tomorrow's freshman banquet, her emotions would be inexplicably uneasy. It seems that something is going to happen. The night of restlessness was passed, and the assassin did not come back.

But also, this is the Prison War Palace, and no one dares to be presumptuous. She woke up to catch a glimpse of the prisoner Zhan who was eating breakfast, washing up and eating. And he departed with the men.

Today she was going to the Wind Wing Clan's freshman banquet, so she simply used some fat powder. is still as elegant as before, with a moonlight gauze skirt, it shows a more demure temperament.

The prisoner Zhan wore a black dress, without complicated ornamentation, simple but just right, which could show his bearing and majesty.

One black and one blue, the two walked out of the prison battle hall, and Wanyu's height was just right to the prisoner's shoulders. The way I walked over like that was like a picture in the middle of a painting. Prisoner Zhan took her to the Wind Wing Clan together, and on the way, he met a familiar immortal family to salute. The prisoner Zhan still had a cold face.

"Beside the Lord. I don't know which god it is? ”

"It's the Wanyu God of Fangyun Palace, I heard that she came from the Netherworld. I don't know why the lord of the war is so obedient to her that he even has to take her to the banquet. ”

"Haven't you heard? It was Di Ji who personally invited her, and you said that this woman has such a great ability. ”

"I think it's good-looking, but a god, except for being good-looking. Everything else is a showcase. ”

She didn't want to pay attention to it, but when she heard the last sentence, she suddenly turned her head and stared at the person who said her for a long time. His eyes were as sharp as knives, and the man felt a little cold. Obviously, his cultivation is much higher, but he still doesn't dare to look directly at that look.

The prisoner turned his head slowly, and those immortals suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Both man and God. They are all bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. Wanyu sighed helplessly, and in front of her was the territory of the Wind Wing Clan. Most of the buildings here have been restored, just like the previous ones. Or with the distinctive mark of the Windwing family.

When they came down, Jing Yang was standing in the doorway, smiling at them. He took a few steps forward and stood still not far in front of the prisoner, but his eyes were looking at Wanyu on the side.

"The scenery greets the lord of the war, please sit down with the gods."

He turned sideways and gave way to the passage, and the prisoner Zhan and Wanyu entered together, and everyone was silent. The person who came was the prisoner of the divine realm, and the ruthless person who was angry with the mountains and rivers. And he was followed by a woman at the moment, her veil hanging down, her blue dress and the faint moonlight lingering.

Even if you can't see your face, you can think that this is a beautiful woman.

Prisoner Zhan looked at the room, Chixia Shenjun was sitting on the right side, such a bustle, he would actually participate. The prisoner Zhan took Wanyu to the left and set up their respective positions.

The Wind Wing King came belatedly, "I'm sorry everyone, it's this king who is negligent, and it's mostly due to changes in the clan. Thank you for your understanding. I would like to punish myself with a cup of apology. ”

The Windwing King said, taking a drink from his glass. Sitting on the main seat, the Wind Wing Clan pays attention to freedom and casualness, so the banquet chose an open-air design, which is also sumptuous when you look closely.

Wanyu listened to the human voice boringly, mostly perfunctory. People come and go here, but they are calculating. The Wind Wing Clan is friendly with the Divine Realm, and those small clans will naturally come to seek refuge. So as to keep yourself in peace.

Prisoner Zhan occasionally looked at her, and saw that she was really boring, so he said, "You go outside for a walk, don't go far." Stay safe. ”

His voice was so soft that everyone was accustomed to seeing the woman leave the table. Continue to stagger, and the voices are boiling.

Prisoner warfare is occasionally perfunctory. But he looked at Chixia and thought about the reason why he came, this god realm wants to say that the people who don't like banquets the most are nothing more than him and Chixia Shenjun.

Unexpectedly, Chixia will participate in every banquet from his return. However, the banquet of those little fairies was still postponed. This. And why?

The Chixia Divine Monarch's gaze also looked over to this side. The prisoner also looked over, an indescribable complication. What does he want to tell himself?

At the end of the Wind Wing Clan's freshman banquet, Emperor Ji still did not appear, and Wanyu never returned. Prisoner Zhan looked at the empty seat beside him, and suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

The sound of this piano is extremely domineering, with a lethal energy. I saw two people walking into the room, it was the Demon Realm's Jia Lan Qingchen and the Demon Realm's thoughts. Nian uses the piano as a weapon, and her piano sound is very lethal.

"Demon Venerable asked me to come over and greet you, how are the life of the Wind Wing Clan still stable?"

"Don't bother with Mozun. The Wind Wing Clan will handle it. The scenery lifted up, and the robes flew up. The cold color on the face is clearly visible.

"What is the meaning of this trip? Don't you still want to move the Wind Wing Clan again? ”

Qingchen smiled and said, "Naturally not." Demon Venerable just thinks that the Wind Wing Clan's freshman banquet lacks a soundtrack, so let me take a look at you. I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the revenge of the Demon Realm. ”

The last two words were bitten very hard, and everyone's hearts were cold. Demon Venerable, has you become so arrogant now? Prisoner Zhan thought about the day he said goodbye to the mortal world, and his arrogance was completely devoid of the weakness of tens of thousands of years ago.

Sure enough, the years. Will change something. The expansion of the human heart will also destroy something.

"If you want to get revenge, let's see if you can get out." The prisoner stood up, the spiritual power in his hand flowed, and launched an attack on Qingchen. Qingchen dodged and dodged, his cultivation was not enough to fight the opposite side of the prison battle.

Tens of thousands of years of cultivation, where is he a demon realm Garan can match. Clean the dust and retreat at the same time. glanced at the person next to him, and suddenly heard the sound of the piano, and the prisoner focused on cleaning the dust, but did not turn off his hearing in time. The sound of the piano hallucinated, and it was the state of the goddess who had fallen in front of her.

Suddenly sorrow came from it, and the danger was injured in the senses.

"Criminals." Qingchen turned his head suddenly, he just saw the prisoner Zhan sitting there. I didn't see anyone else, and the familiar rebuke at this moment was the master who had taught day and night.

"Master." He shouted these two words with difficulty, but his heart was full of loneliness, this should be the last time he called.

"As a teacher, I always think that you are pure and good-natured. Now that the divine realm is pressing step by step, and slaughtering other weak tribes, Qingchen, do you remember what you said as a teacher when you started? ”

"The way of the world is to forgive, forgive oneself and forgive others. The way of cultivation is in the heart, and the cultivation of the mind is practiced. Qingchen replied slowly. But he had no turning back.

"Do you remember clearly, you really want to be an enemy of the divine realm now? If you withdraw your troops today, you will be spared for the time being. If you don't withdraw, then you will step over the corpse of your teacher. ”

Chixia Shenjun slowly closed his eyes, he calculated a hexagram yesterday, and only decided to come here today. This is the last chance to clear the dust, and if he repents, everything will be clear. If he does not repent, there will be no more light of day.

Time stood still at this moment, Qingchen smiled desolately, and raised his eyes to look at the master, who he had called countless times. Maybe we will never see each other again.

"The people of the demon world will not retreat until death."

As soon as the words fell, the strings became more urgent, and the woman's magic strings, the magic penetrated with the sound of the strings. The Chixia Divine Monarch waved his hand lightly, blocking out the string sound.

"But the carving insect technique, do you think the teacher will care?"

"Shizun is naturally powerful, but Qingchen is different from the past. The creation that the Demon Realm can give me is much stronger than that of you. ”

He used the power of the Demon Spirit Bead to fight against the Chixia Divine Monarch, and Chixia had reservations, but the power of the Demon Spirit Bead was beyond his expectations. And, there is something unusual.

"Your exercises, what kind of evil art are you practicing?" Chixia Shenjun snorted coldly, and his right hand made a move to destroy the demon spirit bead in his body. Maybe this way, I can save him.