The Emperor of Heaven returned to Yaochi from Yaochuan Pavilion in despair, he walked slowly by the Yaochi, I don't know what he was thinking, but Ying Long appeared from the sleeve of the Emperor,

Seeing that the Emperor of Heaven was full of melancholy, he opened his mouth to persuade him: "Your Majesty, since you feel sorry for Your Highness, why don't you talk to Your Highness?" I always have a lot of trouble with His Highness, and if His Highness is in the future..."

The Heavenly Emperor took his hand, he looked at the bright moon on the branch and said, "I know what you mean, and I have thought about what you said." Although I have a shallow relationship with Changli father and son, this child is also a good person, and the plane trees that have been fruitless for ten thousand years have been influenced by him, and I think he will not harm all living beings in this world in the future..."

Ying Long said again: "Then Your Majesty, since you are so transparent, why don't you release His Highness Changli?" Maybe it will clear the doubts in His Highness's heart, and he won't have to hold such a grudge against His Majesty. ”

The Emperor shook his head. He turned to the dragon and said, "He hasn't completed his cultivation yet, so it's not time to release him yet, and when he completes his cultivation, I will release him again, but it won't take long..."

"Your Majesty, Miss Sycamore...."

The Emperor of Heaven said: "Put the sycamore back early tomorrow morning, let her follow Changli to cultivate well, and the ancient enchantment will rely on her sycamore tears..."

The Nine Heavens Xuannu arranged the colorful auspicious clouds properly, and she woke up only when she saw them lying on the bed, and she woke up in an instant.

"How do we lie in bed!! What about Your Highness? ”

Su Mu's headache intensified, and he shook his head before he came back to his senses, he got down to the bed, and ran out of the dormitory without saying a word to Tu Mu, and Tu Mu also quickly got out of bed and went out with Su Mu.

They ran into the long dormitory and looked at the bed, but when they found it empty, they panicked.

"Your Highness..."

Tu Yu was still talking by the bedside, and was pulled out of the dormitory by Su Mu. "You ask me how do I know? If you have the time to ask, you might as well go to someone! So saying, he pulled the tutu and ran under the plane tree.

The two ran to the plane tree, and Changli was indeed under the tree. They looked at the empty jar of wine and froze in place for an instant.

"Your Highness, how much have you drunk? Can the body withstand it? ”

Seeing that Chang Li was fine, Su Mu glanced at him and said, "Your Highness's breath is stable, and the spiritual power around your body is recovering, it should be good." ”

"How is that possible!" Tu Yu said incredulously: "I vomited blood more than I stopped yesterday, why did I get good at one night, His Highness Kung Fu?" ”

Su Mu didn't answer Tu Yu's words, the back of his head was still slightly heavy, and the long time that stayed on them was obviously left by the Emperor of Heaven, presumably His Royal Highness was also cured by the Emperor of Heaven. Thinking of this, Tu Yu said: "Why, Your Highness, you are still not happy, you have to break the casserole and ask the end!" Said that he squatted down and took away the wine jar in Changli's hand, and said to Tu Yu: "Come and help me collect the wine jar, what are you doing standing!" ”

"Why pick it up with your hands? If you use the immortal method, it will be gone. As he spoke, he waved out the immortal magic and took away the wine jar.

"You're going to wake up Your Highness like this!" But before he could say anything, Tu Yu had already used it, and Changli was awakened in an instant. At the moment when Changli came to his senses, Ying Long also entered with Wutong to break the enchantment,

Changli felt a familiar breath and looked in the direction where the breath came from. I saw a sycamore in a goose yellow dress running towards him.

"Brother Changli! I'm back and I'm leaving my brother! ”

Knowing that the familiar feeling poured into his arms, Changli came back to his senses, and he clutched the sleeve of Wutong's shirt tightly, but he didn't want to let go of his hand again.