After waiting for a few days, Chen Ali never got any news from Lan Wujiang, and every day he saw her dangling in front of his eyes, he was even more angry.

It's not that I haven't inquired about it, it's just that whether it's Ye Lanlan or Ye Lonely, they are all indifferent to Lan Wujiang.

Could it be that his own plan really failed?

Just when Chen Ali was angry, he suddenly found that a letter was embedded in the pillar in front of his house, and the envelope contained a handful of hair.

She touched it suddenly, and sure enough, a strand of her hair was missing.

It's a warning.

And when he was exposed, Chen Ali couldn't figure it out.

"I think I can only stop a few days." She was unwilling, but she had to stop fighting.

Ye Lanlan thought that Ye Lan Lan would take care of the feelings of the two of them and come forward to deal with Lan Wujiang.

After all, no matter what she said in the past, Night Silence would always respond.

This time it was unprecedented, and her small movements were useless in the face of night silence.

Even so, she can only start with Feng Zhao, but who knows that Feng Zhao also doesn't eat soft and hard, and doesn't eat oil and salt.

Not only did he not be tempted, but Feng Zhao became even more estranged from her.

"Feng Zhao, I will definitely make you regret it!"

"Miss is at her own convenience."

Seeing Feng Zhao's carelessness, not only did he hate Lan Wujiang, but the possessiveness that rose in Ye Lanlan's heart at this time was even better.

She just wants to get Feng Zhao, and she can ignore everything else.

The girl who grew up in Demon Cultivation naturally couldn't think of any upright tricks.

She found Drunken Qinghuan.

Even if the two of them can't look at each other, this matter is best handled by her.

"It's rare that you can come to me." Drunk Qinghuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Yelanlan has occupied the night silence for many years, and when Drunk Qinghuan sees her, he can't wait to break the bones into his belly.

It's just that for the silence of the night, she can only endure it.

If anything really happened to Ye Lanlan, she would be cut by a thousand knives in the night.

"Don't talk nonsense, there's a favor I want you to help me with." Ye Lanlan sat down proudly, but also disdainful.

Drunk Qinghuan looked up to the sky and smiled, showing her charm: "You don't think that I will do what you say, right?" This is the Thousand Golden Pavilion, not your sorrowful Xuan. If you want to play with the lady's temper, go back to the night silence to play. ”

When he said this, Drunk Qinghuan was also unwilling.

Why can she, such a brainless yellow-haired girl, be favored by Night Lonely.

Ye Lanlan didn't make a sound, and just threw the money on the table: "Are these enough?" ”

"That's it?" Drunk Qinghuan hooked the bag with his little finger and glanced at it, and sneered.

If someone else comes to ask, it will naturally be enough, but the other party is Ye Lanlan, she can't do it well, she is sorry for herself.

How could Ye Lanlan not know this truth, but she could only bow her head if she asked for help.

Gritting her teeth and throwing another bag, she reluctantly asked, "Is this enough enough?" ”

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Drunk Qinghuan put the money away, and then asked leisurely.

"I want you to prepare something for me that can trap people and make it impossible to get out."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"You don't care about that! It is only natural to take money to do things. ”

The two of them seemed to have eaten gunpowder, arguing with each other, but Drunk Qinghuan didn't bother to entangle with her.

It doesn't matter if she's used for the night silence or who's it, something always happens, and she's always sad.

"If you don't say it, you don't say it." She scoffed, "In three days, come and pick it up from me." ”

prepared such a big gift for Feng Zhao, Ye Lanlan was satisfied, and only waited for the day when he invited you into the urn.

It's just that she didn't know that this wind came out, and it happened to fall into the ears of Feng Zhao and Yu Lan Wujiang.

"Two tricks?"

Late at night, even more exposed, Lan Wujiang only wore a thin shirt and "declared war" on Feng Zhao.

Seeing that her spine was straight, her hair was flying, and she was very courageous, Feng Zhao knew that she should not do it.

After a few moves, Feng Zhao found that Lan Wujiang's path was wrong.

In the past, Lan Wujiang had always been a trick with her, but today it was a trick, as if it was deliberate.

At this time, it is not appropriate to be distracted, so Feng Zhao did not say much, but only dived into his heart and recruited fortifications.

Lan Wujiang, who was still dominant, gradually fell behind.

She gritted her teeth, twisted her ankles, and turned over.

"It's already the second order of sanctification, so you don't have to fight anymore, right?"

Lan Wujiang didn't pay attention to it, but then attacked.

It wasn't until the two of them were sweating that Lan Wujiang broke through the third order of sanctification, and Feng Zhao took it away.

And Lan Wujiang was also exhausted.

"What's going on today?" Feng Zhao wanted to wipe her sweat, but Lan Wujiang dodged and avoided it.

She stood with her chest crossed, her breath still uneven: "Come to me to do something, there are still people on the left and right who are worried about you." ”

Feng Zhao was stunned, and then he realized that what Lan Wujiang was talking about was Ye Lanlan.

He stepped forward with a smile, his tone still gentle and gentle: "Are you jealous?" I have nothing with her. ”

Lan Wujiang looked back at Feng Zhao, and the three big words "I don't believe it" were clearly written in his eyes.

Although she never doubted Feng Zhao's intentions, she had to care about the existence of Ye Lanlan.

"Then how do you want me to prove my innocence?" Feng Zhao was helpless and rubbed her head dotingly.

"Don't rub it, it's all bald." Lan Wujiang took Feng Zhao's hand stupidly, "I don't want you to prove yourself, it's like I'm embarrassing you." ”

"Don't be embarrassed, just be happy." Feng Zhao sat on the stone bench and scooped Lan Wujiang into his arms: "Speaking of which, her movements are becoming more and more obvious, don't let her capsize now, I'm afraid that there will be storms in the future." ”

The people who leave the sorrowful Xuan are not fuel-efficient lamps.

The total of the two people who have insight into all the plans of Ye Lanlan is also in mind.

"Let's talk about it first, you don't have to be angry." Feng Zhao scratched the tip of Lan Wujiang's nose.

Lan Wujiang jumped out of his arms and said as he walked away, "Then it depends on your performance." ”

For several days, Feng Zhao's attitude towards Ye Lanlan has visibly changed with the naked eye, and he has not said a lot more, and occasionally shows a smile, giving Ye Lanlan a feeling that Feng Zhao has surrendered to her.

"In that case, it's okay not to use this artifact, right?"

But just when Ye Lanlan was about to accept the spiritual weapon given to her by Drunken Qinghuan, she never thought that Feng Zhao's temperament had changed drastically, and she had changed back to the cold-faced person who didn't eat oil and salt.

The huge gap made Ye Lanlan even more resentful, and he was bound to take Feng Zhao into his pocket, so that he could never get out of his palm.

The formation was laid out, just waiting for Feng Zhaoyang to enter the tiger's mouth.

"Hey, come on." Ye Lanlan instructed Feng Zhao.

And Feng Zhao seemed to be much gentler, coming slowly, with a spring breeze on his face: "What's the matter?" ”

Ye Lanlan was stunned and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Don't say so much, just follow me." ”

Appearances must not be deceived.

Thinking like this, she brought Feng Zhao to the formation.

Only the last step is missing. starting point

"Don't move." Feng Zhao suddenly became serious, and Ye Lan was stunned in fright.

I saw him come forward, stop a step away from Ye Lanlan, and raise his hand to twist the broken flowers between her hair.

The movements were gentle, which made Ye Lanlan's face crimson.

Although the night silence is good for her, it is completely different from Feng Zhao at this moment.

"You ......"

"Shhhh

Feng Zhao raised his finger and gestured between his lips, getting closer to Ye Lanlan.

It's just that when she was negligent in her defense, Feng Zhao's eyes suddenly flashed, and he pulled Ye Lanlan's sleeve and threw her into the formation.

Not far away, Lan Wujiang recited a curse.

"Let me out! What did you do? Ye Lanlan was so anxious that she spun around, but a wall of aura towered and trapped her in it.

"In the way of others, they should be treated as they are." Feng Zhao looked at her coldly, waved his robe, and the next moment, the spirit weapon and Ye Lanlan disappeared: "Noisy." ”

The disappearance of Ye Lanlan did not cause too much turmoil in Lichou Xuan.

She was sexually noisy, and the night silence was all about Lan Wujiang, so she naturally had no time to take care of her.

It's just an explicit hint of night silence, but it makes Lan Wujiang really have a headache.

Feng Zhao temporarily left Lichou Xuan, even if there was something, she had to deal with it alone, and no one told her.

In the end, Lan Wujiang only hid in the house, closed the door, out of sight.

At that time, Lan Wujiang was cultivating, and the slightly cool dantian was poured into by the heat flow, and the last bit of power that Gu Yuan Dan had left in her body was also absorbed.

Distraction of the seventh order.

Distraction Eighth Order.

Lan Wujiang, who felt the power poured into his body, was frightened by the sudden sound of the door opening.

She raised her eyes, but met a familiar and reassuring face.

"You're back." I didn't care about wearing shoes, so Lan Wujiang hurriedly ran down to greet him.

Feng Zhao lifted her with a smile, picked her up, and gently put her on the bed: "It's cold on the ground." ”

She looked at Feng Zhao carefully, but felt that something was wrong: "What's wrong with you?" It doesn't seem to be very energetic. ”

"I found it." Feng Zhao rubbed his eyebrows, "Enlightenment, imprisoned in the Demon Realm." ”

Lan Wujiang is naturally half-familiar with this name.

The name of the Emperor in vain is of course known to future generations, but what happened to this person, she has never understood at all.

"You're all right, are you?" The first reaction was that Lan Wujiang was still nervous about Feng Zhao's safety.

It doesn't matter who it is, it's the most important thing about him.

"It's fine." Feng Zhao twisted a strand of Lan Wujiang's hair and responded gently.

"Could it be that he is ......" Lan Wujiang half-swallowed his voice, verifying his conjecture.

I saw Feng Zhao bow his head and replied affirmatively: "Hmm." He is the one who hurt me back then. ”

Although the tone was still calm, from Feng Zhao's eyes, Lan Wujiang could see the slightest clue.

He was clearly vicious to this person.

"Back then, I was also a person who stood on the throne." Feng Zhao said quietly, "Same as Twilight, just like your father." ”

Lan Wujiang leaned into Feng Zhao's arms and listened to him talk about his old past.

"It's just that the divine realm back then was not peaceful, turmoil was everywhere, and the battle of Wanqing was the beginning and end of everything."

"The Battle of Wanqing?"

"Hmm. When Emperor Luo Tian entered the demon and caused chaos in the Three Realms, the gods rose up to attack him, and I was one of them. ”

"And ...... my father?"

"Huh." Feng Zhao sneered lightly, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

Yao remembered that back then, he and Mo Chaojiang did not work together, but no one looked down on anyone's style, and they made a big move.

However, these are already in the past, so naturally there is no need to mention them with Lan Wujiang.

As for who is right and who is wrong, it is even more unclear.

"Everyone worked hard, and I also fought my way out of the encirclement, beheading Emperor Luo Tian under the sword, and was seriously injured."

Feng Zhao described it lightly, but Kelan Wujiang seemed to be able to see what the battle was like back then.

How tragic that battle was, she can naturally describe.

Although he didn't want to touch Feng Zhao's sad past, Lan Wujiang still asked, "Then you ...... at that time?" ”

"Hmm. It was used by Twilight and turned into a divine curse. ”

How much suffering the god spell had to endure, although Lan Wujiang didn't know, she had also seen Feng Zhao's pain.

Therefore, Lan Wujiang naturally knew how much damage he had caused to him.

It's not just Feng Zhao, she herself has been trapped by the curse of the gods and has been bound for more than ten years.

He is the only one who desires selfishly, but he causes all to suffer.

Such a person is only imprisoned in the Demon Realm, which is too cheap for him.

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm here to tell you about it." Feng Zhao's tone was gentle, as if he was negotiating, but with a resolute attitude: "I'm going to leave for a while, you take good care of yourself." ”

This decision Lan Wujiang could naturally have imagined early in the morning.

"It's very dangerous along the way, you have to be careful." didn't do it, Lan Wujiang only whispered.

She will not be a stumbling block to Feng Zhao, but will go hand in hand with him.

"So are you." Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's childish face, which seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end, it was only simplified into three words.

Before leaving, Feng Zhao accompanied Lan Wujiang to cultivate her body as usual, helping her to ascend to the third order of sanctification.

It seems that if she is stronger, Feng Zhao will be able to feel more at ease.

All the way back to the God Realm, Feng Zhao looked at the seemingly unfamiliar but familiar scene in front of him, and his chest was depressed.

If it weren't for the enlightenment, would I be able to stand here at this time, side by side with God, instead of being trapped in a cage that will never see the light of day?

Thinking back like this, his heart was even more determined.

Let the blood debt be repaid by the blood.

And if you want to take revenge, you must first get back what belongs to you.

Navigating several corridors with ease, Feng Zhao retrieved the divine body with his own strength. It's just that when I left, I ran into another person I didn't want to meet.

"It's you." He took the lead in standing still, looking at the back in front of him, and also had mixed tastes: "Mo Chaojiang." ”

Hearing the sound, Mo Chaojiang looked back, but saw a person standing in the air, very arrogant, arrogant and arrogant.

"Why are you here?" Seeming to be very surprised, Mo Chaojiang looked Feng Zhao up and down, and then asked.

"Why am I here?" Feng Zhao looked up to the sky and smiled, and in an instant, he came to Mo Chaojiang's eyes, and he was just a stone's throw away from him: "I've been in the God Realm for a long time, and my memory is not good?" ”

Regarding Feng Zhao's words, Mo Chaojiang was even more confused.

Although he has retired for a thousand years, he is also the position of the emperor.

The young man in front of him would not fail to feel the power of his emperor.

How dare he argue with himself?

"Don't play dumb riddles, you might as well speak up." Mo Chaojiang's face was cold, and his hands were not idle, he only put up his posture and prepared to fight: "It's just that if you can't say ......"

"What, you want to hit me?" Feng Zhao glanced at his movements, and smiled even more lightly: "I'm afraid you don't have this ability." ”