The right-hand man of the second department wanted to change to the first department, and the prince Changqin was naturally very happy, and immediately waved his hand to approve a courtyard in the palace of the first division of the war general to Qing Yan.

Xuanyi was still wearing a wide coat of Fucang, and his dress was not very elegant, but his demeanor was very elegant and he sat on the bed and ate refreshments.

When Qing Yan came back, she threw two sets of warrior outfits to her, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her face carefully for a while, confirming that there was no problem, and half of her hanging heart finally fell.

"How did you collide with that Qingyang clan?" he asked.

Xuanyi swallowed the refreshment, thought about it for a while, and decided to only say the most important thing: "He said that he wanted us to do a very difficult thing, and I guess it was related to the sea of hatred." ”

Qing Yan frowned, he couldn't figure out Shaoyi's plan, he was originally worried that because of the discord between the two clans, he would have any disadvantage to the Candle Yin clan, who knew that after all these years, their respective cultivation was about to be completed, but Shaoyi didn't take any action, and this matter made him more and more worried.

"What kind of grudge did the two clans have before?" Xuanyi blew the mist on the tea, when the two emperors were directly annihilated in it after the first battle of the hated sea, no one knew why, and the two clans turned against each other because of this, and they have not come to this day.

Qing Yan shook his head, this matter didn't even know about Emperor Bai Ze, who was the oldest today, let alone them. He didn't want Xuanyi to worry about these things, so he simply changed the topic and looked at her with a smile: "Why are you entangled with Hua Xu again?"

Xuanyi looked innocent: "Who is entangled with him?"

If she admits it, it's not good, and if she denies it, she has a ghost in her heart, Qing Yan knows her virtue well, and her smile can't help but deepen: "Didn't you still treat him as an opponent before?"

"I can't look at it now. ”

Qing Yan tapped on her head: "If you have such a bad temper, Hua Xu can control you." ”

He accompanied her and gossiped for a while, and when he saw that the night was already dark, he got up and pushed the door: "Sleep, you don't need to go back to that war department in my opinion, you are here to play in the Nether Realm this time." ”

Anyway, the Candle Yin Clan's ten thousand methods are useless, and the punishment of the Sun's Radiance Empowerment has no deterrent effect at all, not to mention that since Ah Yi likes to help the cang, he naturally wants to fulfill her wishes, why does the Candle Yin Clan care about these precepts and dogmas? Just let her be happy.

Qing Yan stepped out of the courtyard in the misty moonlight of the mortal world, walked along the corridor for a while, and sure enough, there was a white-clothed god king standing at the railing. Seeing him coming, Fu Cang turned around and bowed his head slightly, and Qing Yan shot like lightning, and stepped forward to snatch the pure jun from his waist.

As if he had expected him to make a move, Fu Cang turned sideways to avoid it, and Chun Jun turned into a small golden dragon, spinning back and forth in the night, as fast as lightning, lightly blocking every ray of snow light in Qing Yan.

The awakened Hua Xu clan of the sword path is light, heavy, sharp, and violent, Qing Yan and the little golden dragon go back and forth, and he has never been able to get close to Fucang, he can't help but remember that he said a long time ago that he would beat Fucang for Xuanyi, to be honest, he was only afraid of difficulties.

He gradually regained his momentum, fluttering lightly on the railing, and the little golden dragon also turned back into a pure jun, returned to the scabbard, and the white-clothed divine monarch who paid attention to etiquette saluted again.

Qing Yan couldn't help but smile.

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The bed in the palace of the war generals was really not very comfortable to sleep on, it was hard and narrow, and Xuanyi, who was accustomed to the life of gold and jade, didn't sleep well this night. After lying in bed for a long time, she didn't see Qingyan coming, so she had to push the door out by herself.

As soon as she went out, she felt that the sun was dazzling, and what was even more dazzling was the white dress leaning against the wall, Xuanyi quickly lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, knowing that she couldn't see the light and wore white clothes all day long.

Leng Buding was pulled over and picked up directly, she subconsciously hugged Fu Cang's head, lowered her head and looked at him with round eyes.

Fu Cang raised her head and stared at her fixedly, she always didn't say anything, she didn't say anything if she liked him, and she didn't say anything about the recurrence of his heartache and almost perished.

But if these words came out of her mouth, she might not be her anymore.

After Xiaolongjun told him last night, he stood silently on the corridor all night, sleepless all night.

He remembered the memories of the Nether, the snow and ice that filled the courtyard all the time, the heartache caused by his kiss. It turned out that it was not because she didn't know how to restrain her divine power, but because she was hurt and couldn't suppress the overflow of divine power—his eager persecution and immature feelings had caused all this.

His dragon princess, afraid of loneliness, and like to love the petite temperament, full of dark clouds, he subconsciously always feels that he loves more than her. He spoiled her, but he hated her a little, so he pressed again and again, he knew that she liked it, but he wasn't sure how much he liked it, and the Fucang Shenjun, who had always been clear and intelligent, really became a brainless reckless man in front of her.

Fu Cang sighed softly and put his face to her heart, where the heartbeat was crisp and beautiful, he closed his eyes tightly, unable to imagine what kind of voice she had when her heart was broken, he was actually the scale of her heart.

There will be no next time.

Fu Cang patted her softly on the head, silly child.

Xuanyi stared at the pearl on the jade crown on his head, and asked softly, "What about Qingyan?"

He paused for a moment before pulling his thoughts back to reality: "On the way to escort the third prince to Nantianmen, he encountered the generals of the old tiger lord who came to rescue him and let him escape. ”

Xuanyi Qi said, "Aren't you going?"

There are as many nether demon generals as stars, originally Ding Maobu didn't have to stare at the third prince like this, but the prince Changqin had a good relationship with the flower emperor, and Gu Ting was seriously injured and has not woken up yet, no one knows if he will be destroyed in the next moment, and this time the pursuit of the third prince is more revenge. Gu Ting has such a good relationship with Fucang, the golden dragon he was fierce that day, chasing the third prince like a lost dog, why are you lazy today?

Fu Cang put her down, took out the golden ring from his sleeve and inserted it for her, and then took hands and walked out: "I'll take you with me." ”

Xuanyi became proud: "Do you want to rely on my ice wall?"

He couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it's up to you to help." ”

No problem, she left behind all the evil deeds that she had escaped from the battle, and looked at how she froze the third prince into a sculpture, she wanted to vent this evil breath for Gu Ting.

Out of the palace, Fu Cang whistled, and the nine green lions immediately ran over happily, seeing Xuanyi, its eighteen eyes were full of tears, and I don't know whether it was joy or fright. It tied a small and delicate snow-white nine-headed lion with a red rope around its neck, Xuanyi approached and scooped it up with his hand to look at it, and then smiled lightly: "You still have it." ”

He will stay forever.

Fu Cang hugged her on the lion's back, and the nine lions immediately soared into the sea of clouds, chasing after them along the traces of clear qi left by the generals.

Xuanyi pinched a tiger head in his hand, leaned on his arms and asked, "Does the old tiger monarch look like this?"

Fu Cang Wan'er, then his face looked a little dignified, and he shook his head: "No god clan has ever seen the demon body of the old tiger king, he is unfathomable, I hope that this time I will kill the third prince and not collide with him." ”

This monarch is not only powerful, but also cunning, knowing that there is a powerful battle coming, he will never come out, Emperor Zhongshan has spent three thousand years with him in the nether realm, chasing one and hiding, and in the end the emperor himself felt that it was too long to waste, so he simply ignored him and went to kill other monarchs instead, and it is precisely because of this that the third prince and his ilk have been so presumptuous in recent years.

There are abrupt peaks in the sea of clouds, and the nine-headed lion bypassed the craggy stone peak, and suddenly roared, Fu Cang turned his head to look, but saw a red heavenly horse stopped in the sea of clouds in the distance, his hooves were like snow, and his forehead was also snow-white, and he couldn't help frowning.

He knew this mount, which was Frø's mount.

At this time, Bingwu should be thousands of miles away, what is she doing here?

Fu Cang fished out a handful of wind, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, the smell of the entanglement of clear air and turbidity, his heart was clear, and he immediately drove the nine-headed lion to fly over, took out the order talisman from his sleeve, took out the "Ding Mao" and lit it into the air, and then touched Xuanyi's head: "Wait for me here." ”

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