"Husband, you can't go on like this."

Feng Xixi gasped for breath and said with a sweat.

It's ridiculous, it's all ridiculous.

Since she came to Zhongwu Mansion, she hasn't done much serious work, either by herself, or with Miss Wan'er, occasionally Mrs. Nightingale, Lord Liuge, and even Miss Mengqin of Tianyinmen, everyone gathers together.

"Don't you like to be a husband?"

"I'm so sad for my husband."

Chu Qianqiu said with a smile, he held Feng Xixi in his arms and moved his hands and feet.

"Not really."

"It's just that we have to do the right thing, how can we be happy every day."

"If the husband becomes the emperor, wouldn't he be a big faint king?"

"So today, the concubine is leaving, and she is going back to Tianfeng Gate."

Feng Xixi said angrily.

"Okay, it's all up to the lady."

"I'll let the lady go tomorrow."

Chu Qianqiu smiled and said, he knew that he had become a little ridiculous recently, and it was related to the fusion of the bloodlines of [Taizu Shilong] and [Qiqi].

The bloodlines of these two divine beasts had a slight negative impact, and he raised the bloodlines of [Qiqi] to the extreme through circulation.

Now, if there is a thousand-year-old worm, he will be sure that this legendary [immortal medicine] will be eaten and digested!

But the fierce beast is different from the holy beast, it has certain side effects.

[From today onwards, it should be noted that the bloodline of divine beasts is not only good, fierce beasts like Qiqi will stimulate the darkness in their hearts. 】

[Recently, life has been too smooth, which has led to a decrease in my cautiousness and slackness. 】

[Normally, if I don't want to repeat it all the time, I will keep a margin of two to three days and cycle it to ensure safety.] 】

[But judging from the experience of the Yuanyang faction, even if you have nothing to do and wait for the enemy to make a move, you may have to maintain the quota for at least a month. 】

[This is the only way to ensure that all situations are under control.] 】

Chu Qianqiu began to reflect on what he had done these days, gradually calmed down, and began to arrange the whereabouts of the ladies to return to normal.

He decided that in the future, even on ordinary days, at least a month would pass, and then return for another month, so as to ensure to the greatest extent that no matter what means the enemy used, it would not surprise him.

"Husband, people don't want to go back."

"It's just not good."

"It's, it's too depraved."

Feng Xixi heard that Chu Qianqiu did not refuse, but squirmed a little.

"The lady is relieved, and she is not angry for her husband."

"The phoenix blood in your body has just improved, and for the past few days, I am harmonizing the bloodline for you, not deliberately tossing you."

Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.

"Really?"

Feng Xixi's phoenix eyes widened, and she realized that her bloodline had unconsciously changed from [dark purple] to [pure gold].

It's only one step away from the source blood.

It's incredible, it's appalling.

"The bloodline of the lady, with a little effort, can become the source blood."

"This time the lady went to Tianfengmen, there must be a bit of pomp, and people can't look down on it."

"There are also hundreds of black crows, the lady can also take them back first, so that the mother-in-law will be happy."

"Wait for the lady to negotiate the conditions from Tianfengmen, and inject the last bloodline power into the lady for the husband."

In addition to having fun in the past few days, Chu Qianqiu has also raised Feng Xixi's bloodline, so that after she returns to Tianfeng Gate, she will have an explanation.

After all, Feng Xixi is the saintess of Tianfeng Gate, and she didn't even pass through the door in name, so she was eaten and wiped clean by Chu Qianqiu.

This is really unreasonable, not polite.

But Chu Qianqiu held the lifeblood of the Tianfeng Sect in his hands, and directly asked Feng Xixi to go back with the pure golden phoenix blood, no matter how much the master of the Tianfeng Sect had any opinions on Chu Qianqiu's behavior, he could only endure it.

"Husband, are you really relieved to let the concubine go to negotiate?"

Feng Xixi said with some incredulity.

"The husband believes in the lady and will not make a loss-making deal for the husband's family."

"If you don't think about your husband, you have to think about your children, don't you?"

Chu Qianqiu said with a smile, taking advantage of the fact that Feng Xixi's belly has not yet grown, settle this matter, lest Tianfengmen have a whim and use the child as a threat, which will not be good.

Feng Xixi didn't know what her husband's brain circuits were thinking, she just said with emotion:

"Husband, the concubine will come back as soon as possible."

"At that time, the concubine body will take all the spirit beasts of Tianfeng Sect as a dowry."

"Then marry your husband."

"Then the husband will wait for the good news of the lady."

After Feng Xixi nodded, he packed his clothes and prepared to set off for Tianfeng Gate.

Chu Qianqiu, on the other hand, stayed in the room and laughed in a low voice

"Madame Nightingale, how long are you going to pretend to sleep?"

"Didn't you have important information just now, and you want to tell me?"

"Because there are such absurd characters as Lord Chungmu, there are not many in the world."

Mrs. Nightingale, who secretly pretended to be asleep and was resting on the side, said angrily.

"Is there one?"

"Of course."

"The slave family doesn't care about you now, let's get down to business."

Madame Nightingale was also a duplicitous person, and she hurriedly reported the news she had discovered.

"As expected by adults, there has been news of the death of many elderly martial artists in Yuzhou, Jiangzhou, Haizhou, and even Yunzhou recently."

"The number of these deceased warriors is much higher than in previous years."

"How many are there?"

Chu Qianqiu is colorful.

It has been three full days since Xiangbei held a funeral in the Yuanyang faction.

In the past three days, Chu Qianqiu has not blindly sought pleasure, but intensified the investigation.

However, on the surface, the world is still calm, and there is no conspiracy to see.

So he changed his mind and asked Mrs. Nightingale to count the major state capitals of the Shenwu Dynasty, and whether there was any news of the death of an elderly martial artist.

After all, King Jing, Governor of Qin, and Xuanyu Zhenren died one after another, although the way was different, it couldn't help but make him suspicious.

As a result, in less than a day, the Hehuan Sect had the corresponding information.

Let Chu Qianqiu understand the means of the King Kong Temple in the past.

"At present, there are more than two hundred martial artists."

"There are seventy-six in Yuzhou, eighty-three in Jiangzhou, and fifty-four in Haizhou, which is a very considerable number."

"This is not counting Yunzhou and other places."

"If there is no investigation and statistics, the slave family will not find out, and unknowingly, so many elderly warriors have passed away."

"It's about 50% more than in previous years."

"These elderly martial artists, in the Qi accumulation period, are born with a lot of them, and most of them are around one hundred and twenty years old."

Sure enough, there are oddities.

Chu Qianqiu gasped.

What did King Jing think this time?

You can't just use these deaths to create something like a demon fetus.

Could it be to live to death and let Maitreya Buddha come early?

Chu Qianqiu frowned.

If King Jing wants to rebel, he must have strong force, at least something that makes him sure of winning.

Then the means they take, most likely, are the same.

"Lord Zhongwu, could these deaths have something to do with some kind of formation?"

"Is there someone who wants to create something by dying a lot?"

Madame Nightingale hurriedly asked, she had followed the Vajra Temple for many years, and she also had a certain amount of research on this formation.

"Very likely, I'm going to go to Beijing first to find more clues, and talk to Zen Master Zuyuan by the way."

"The Hehuan Sect must continue to dig up information to see the martial artists who must record every death."

"Understood."

"Yes, sir."

I'll explain how the previous record file was written.

The protagonist is not recorded for piling, but for the birth of his own child.

Of course, my mistake was that I should have written that he already knew what was going to happen in the next day or two, so he recorded the matter, including the handling of Fengzhou, and made a summary.

Another reason is that he is preparing for the enemy to gather, so he doesn't care too much about the length of time he saves.

As a result, I ran into the matter of the Yuanyang faction.

It has been modified earlier.

If you don't see the modified chapter, you can take a look.

At that time, his mind was confused, he didn't think about it carefully, and it was normal for people to make some mistakes, which just made him reflect on his recent pride.

In fact, considering the logic of the story, keep a margin of two or three days, and the result is seven days ago, this is the point

(End of chapter)