The four big characters of "Chonghua Treasure Palace" are not written on the plaque, but are imprinted in the void, giving people a very majestic and majestic atmosphere.

Jiang Wenjing had a light smile on the corner of her mouth, she was dressed in red like fire, holding the phoenix tightly with her hands, and she had a peerless face, looking like she was a teenager, but the queen's demeanor was quite undoubted.

"Rely on it!" Huang Qingwan cried bitterly in her heart, and now she can't wait to run away, how can Nima have a kind of rush to the end of a catastrophe?

"Little Seventeen, don't be afraid, there is an uncle! Whoever dares to touch a single hair of yours, Lao Tzu will crush him into a floor plan with one finger!"

As if to strengthen the courage of the phoenix, Jiang Wenjun comforted him with a loud voice.

Huang lightly raised the corners of her eyes, she was not afraid, she was just thinking about how to leave a way back for herself.

However, the slightest sense of tension has been swept away by her words from the 'best uncle' at this time.

She raised her little face and asked Jiang Wenjing, "Mother, mother, why did my uncle call Wen Junpin?"

"Hehehe---" Jiang Wenjing leaned back with a smile, touched her little head, and said, "Your uncle was quite handsome when he was a child, white and pure, Si Wenwen, and somehow, then he mutated." ”

"Sister!" Jiang Wenjun's face was full of black lines, showing off his strong biceps, and said, "Little Seventeen, don't you think that your uncle's current toned body is characteristic?"

"I#$%" Huang scolded in her belly, she really didn't see where this thing was sexy.

"Huh." Green Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes, and smiled on the side.

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Laughing constantly along the way, Jiang Wenjing kept smiling at the corners of her lips, and her face was extremely soft.

Huang Qingwan asked her and Jiang Wenjun, why are they so sure that she is Ji Bangyue, is it just because of her appearance?

Jiang Wenjing took her hand, smiled very gently, and said, Huang Qingwan's body, the breath that belongs to Ji Bangyue, can't be wrong.

Huang blinked his eyes widely, and asked Jiang Wenjing again, how sure are he so sure?

Jiang Wenjing smiled, hugged her in his arms, ripped off the clothes on Huang's left shoulder, revealing a crescent-shaped dark red mark, and said, "Look, the marks that belong to your mother are all on you, what else is fake?"

Huang tugged at her forehead for a while, and she didn't even notice when there was a dark red crescent mark on her left shoulder.

Nima is so weird, there is wood!

Inexplicably, I remembered the reason why she became eight years old, according to Huo Yunhuang's explanation, it was all because she ate the ginseng fruit essence core.

In this case, why does she have the breath of Ji Bangyue on her body?

A few vague images flashed in my mind, but the memories were not hers.

Huang Qingwan was stunned in her heart, she clearly saw a face that was very similar to her now!

The next moment I tried to look for it, but I found nothing.

Step by step, they walked more than a thousand steps, and finally arrived at the Chonghua Treasure Palace.

In the Chonghua Treasure Palace, the sun is shining, and the people who stab are almost unable to open their eyes.

The treasure hall was already full of people. The men are handsome and the women are beautiful, all of them are extraordinary.

When Jiang Wenjing stepped in with the phoenix lightly, it immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

The eyes were like X-rays, and they all fell on them.

Above the treasure hall, the golden dragon chair shone brightly, and a round of holy moon hung in the air, overflowing with holy silver light.