Chapter 221: I don't have your share of talking

Turn off the system panel and let the system upgrade and restart by itself, and Tang Feng's mind really fell on the Houyi bow in his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

There are ten major artifacts in the world of "Tomb of the Gods", and Houyi Bow is among them, according to legend, this bow is taken from the World Tree, stained with the blood of countless gods, and is very powerful.

Tang Feng rubbed this fierce bow, and remembered Qianye, who was known as the demon bow, and he was looking forward to whether the power of the Qianye bow would be comparable to that of Houyi's bow after it was repaired, or even surpassing it.

Putting away his thoughts, Tang Feng's eyes fell on Chu Yu, who was excited, and handed her back the Hou Yi bow:

"Thank you, you can return the Houyi Bow now, and when you come back, you will be able to see the gift I gave you. ā€

Hearing the word gift, the excitement on Chu Yu's face became a little stronger, and after loading the Houyi bow, he picked up the bow box and went out.

"I hope you're okay. ā€

Tang Feng sighed softly, the ending of the Divine Tomb was not good, he only hoped that this time he could participate in it and change some of the tearful tragedies.

Opening the Tianyu Holy Realm, with the nourishment of the Immortal Tree, this small world has been slowly recovering, and the balance is stabilizing, but it will still take a long time before returning to the previous fairyland appearance.

Tang Feng came to the feet of the Immortal Tree, and after making sure that the balance near the Immortal Tree was stable, he stretched out his palm and took a handful of soil from the root of the Immortal Tree.

The soil in the territory of Tianyu Saint is already full of aura, and now after a long time of warm cultivation of the immortal tree, it is even more miraculous and extraordinary, and it is the best choice for cultivating plants.

In addition, Tang Feng also took out the remaining star soil from before, ensuring that the things he wanted to plant could grow faster.

"I hope this little devil will like it. ā€

Tang Feng came to the little devil's exclusive courtyard alone, laid down the soil mixed with star soil, and then took out a fruit pit.

This is the hawthorn core of a string of sugar gourds that he and the little devil ate when they were playing in Chudu.

"You said you like to eat hawthorn, so I'll plant a hawthorn tree for you, little sister. ā€

Tang Feng smiled slightly, maybe Chu Yu was a stubborn little devil in the eyes of others, but in his opinion, Chu Yu was just a little girl with a little temperament.

Of course, he knew Chu Yu's thoughts about him, but they were in two different planes, and he also had a trace of affection in his heart, so it was impossible for him to be emotional about Chu Yu anymore. From beginning to end, he just treated Chu Yu as a younger sister.

"Long!"

Tang Feng buried the hawthorn kernel and sprinkled a piece of water moistened by his aura with a wave of his hand, helping the hawthorn kernel to take root and sprout faster.

There is no accident, after the tea time, the kernel grows seedlings, and a touch of tender green drills out of the soil, emitting a shimmering light, which looks very spiritual.

Moreover, under the action of the soil nourished by the immortal tree, the star soil and the spiritual water, this seedling grew at an astonishing speed, and after a tea time, it grew to the height of a person, and the branches were luxuriant.

"Is that the end there, so not. ā€

Seeing that the hawthorn tree was not moving, Tang Feng did not continue to force it, but returned to the room and took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The pen is a dragon and a snake, and the rice paper is splashed with ink.

In a moment, he wrote a pair of words that were quite in the style of everyone - the flat sand fought for the people to stand, and the long pavilion was wet with mud. Accumulate red fruits and green slivers, and pick them before frost is still sour.

These are four poems written about hawthorn, and his name is left at the end, which can be regarded as a memorial for Chu Yu.

The paper on which the name of the poem was written was threaded and tied to the hawthorn tree, and Tang Feng finished the work of giving Chu Yu a gift.

"She went to return the Houyi bow, it's been a long time, why hasn't she come back yet?"

Tang Feng frowned slightly, released a wisp of divine sense, and followed the breath left by Chu Yu to trace the past.

"Is that really the case?"

Tang Feng's frowning brows furrowed even tighter, Chu Yu was surrounded by a group of princes and princesses at the moment, and he was being accused of mocking.

"How can I let my sister go through the humiliation I have experienced?"

Tang Feng's eyes were cold, and when he remembered the humiliation and suffering he had just received when he crossed into the main world, he was angry.

The figure flashed, and he disappeared from the room.

At this moment, Chu Yu's eyes were slightly red, and his little head was stubbornly raised, but under the fingers of his brothers and sisters, he was still about to be unable to hold on.

"Yu'er, it's not me saying you, no matter how stubborn you are on weekdays, we will tolerate you, but you are too unseemly this time, you are the princess of my Chu country after all, how can you have a tryst with an unclear man privately, this is a move to corrupt the royal atmosphere of my Chu country." ā€

Chu Yue, the eldest princess of Chu Kingdom, shook her head and sighed, her eyes full of disappointment.

"I ......"

Chu Yu's mouth opened slightly, wanting to argue, Tang Feng is not a man who can't say anything, he is a peerless white cloth who took the head of Tao Ran, a master in the Jin Kingdom, and he is a young immortal who walks in a chic walk among thousands of armies.

However, she still didn't say it in the end, because she thought that since Tang Feng came to Chu State quietly, she definitely didn't want to reveal her identity, and she didn't want to ruin Tang Feng's plan because of herself.

"That's right, Yu'er, you said that your master, what a master, why didn't you learn a little, it really disappointed me. ā€

The eldest prince Chu Xingjian was also scolding Chu Yu, his eyes full of ridicule.

Before, Chu Yu was loved by Emperor Chu, and there was a fifth-order peerless master in charge, and these princes and princesses were overshadowed, but now they finally got the opportunity to punish Chu Yu well.

Looking at Chu Yu, whose eyes were red, Chu Xingjian shouted happily in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step forward, and said coldly:

"Yu'er, your master Jin Yuan is a fifth-order peerless master, and he hasn't appeared since the last time he went out to look for you, I see, his old man was also angry with your willfulness. ā€

"Brother Huang, you ......"

Chu Yu was really angry, when Jin Yuan had no news for a long time, she was already very worried, and now Chu Xingjian was still humiliating her with this, how could she not be angry.

"I, what's wrong with me, am I not right?"

Chu Xingjian looked unforgiving, snorted coldly, and said, "Yu'er, what's the matter, I did something wrong, can't I let people say it?"

As he spoke, he burst out laughing heartily again.

In Chu Xingjian's opinion, now that Chu Yu is no longer favored by Emperor Chu as before, and Jin Yuankai disappears from time to time, Chu Yu can only be bullied by him.

However, at this moment, a white suit finally arrived.

Syllable.

A crisp sound, a slap, five bright red finger prints.

"Even if she does something wrong, she doesn't have your right to speak. ā€

Tang Feng looked at Chu Xingjian indifferently and stood by the sword.