Among those present.

The blackest face is not the courtiers, nor the concubines, but Mo Yan.

As soon as Chu Dumen appeared, staring directly at Zi Qianmo with that kind of squinting eyes, but full of admiration, he was already about to lose control of the surging killing intent in his body!

Damn it.

How old is Chudumen? In the same year as Chu Wuxu, it's Chinese New Year's Eve six today.

Ziqian Mo will only turn sixteen in two months, which is a full twenty years older! Old enough to be a father!

I still think that the old cow gnaws the tender grass!

Mo Yan suddenly had an urge to grab her hand and pull her out of the palace directly, not giving Chu Dumen a chance to touch her!

She can only be his.

Other men, as long as he has a little delusion, he can be jealous and sour and want to kill.

"You guys, all of you are gone." At this time, Chu Dumen raised his hand and began to drive people away, "What should I do, don't affect my rest, there is a purple girl to treat me, it is enough." ”

It can be said that it is very shameless.

The ministers and concubines did not dare to disobey and dispersed.

In the end, the only ones left behind were Mo Yan and Zi Kun.

Mo Yan was very nervous about his future daughter-in-law.

Zikun was very worried about the safety of her good granddaughter.

"Why don't you two leave?" Chu Dumen frowned, unhappy, "Didn't you hear what I said?" Or do you want to resist the decree? ”

Anything that prevents him from being alone with the goddess is an evil force!

Zi Kunpi didn't smile, and said, "Your Majesty, you are not in good health and are not easy to get angry, so let's lie down and rest first." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Chu Dumen felt a dull pain in his lower back, as if it was broken, hurting to the bone marrow, tearing his heart and lungs.

"Oops!"

A scream.

The crutches couldn't support it, and Chu Dumen fell to the ground without any image, his face was on the ground, and he fell into the mud.

On the floor of the outer room, there is a cashmere carpet.

It is made of very precious, very long and dense sheepskin, and this fall makes me gnaw a mouthful of hair.

"Hey, I said Your Majesty, why are you doing this?" The old minister of Zi played with his body, hurriedly stepped forward, and with a worried face, he went to help Chu Dumen, "The old minister will never harm you, you see, your body is so poor, your waist strength is so weak, you can't even stand on your feet, only Xiao Qianmo and a female stream are left to take care of you, how can you do it?" She can't move at all, are you? ”

Chu Dumen's pain is that and that anger.

"Bastard! What nonsense, I'm still young, my waist is good! ”

In front of the goddess, he was said to have poor physical strength and weak waist strength, and he couldn't bear it if he was a man!

This aspect is poor, how can you get the favor of the goddess?

How to give happiness to the goddess!

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is very young, and Your Majesty will live a long life." Purple old fritter Kun, smiling, completely following him.

Zi Qianmo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Many happy returns?

Grandpa, this is cursing Chudumen!

But if you are a cultivator and reach the innate realm, you can live for two hundred years.

Chudumen is a cultivator in the lower realm of the congenital stage, isn't it true that he only lives for a hundred years and has braided his hair early?

But—

Zi Qianmo's gaze shifted to Mo Dayan's children's shoes standing on the oblique back of Chu Dumen.

When Chu Dumen fell just now, it should be that Mo Dayan's hand didn't run.

The one that came out was an invisible sword qi.

Straight poke the backbone and waist.