Who is he?

If the little prince knew his royal father, he would have forgotten all about him a long time ago, and it is estimated that the cliff would not be able to help vomiting three liters of blood.

"Boom-" Just as the family was reunited, from the hole destroyed by Fuso, there was suddenly another loud noise.

When the dust cleared, I saw Fusang, dressed in a silver robe, flying up from the sixth floor of the Heavenly Palace.

In this Supreme Heavenly Palace, it seems that only Fusang is unaffected, and he can fly so freely.

He was covered with a faint silver light, and his silver hair was flying, and his beauty was like a fairy in a splashed ink painting.

At the sixth layer, the little prince completely passed on everything he felt in Fusang to Huang Qingwan, and Huang Qingwan now looked at Fusang's eyes as if he was behind all the conspiracies in the Southern Wilderness, Zhongzhou, and Cangyi Continent.

Fuso also turned his head to look at her.

The silver eyes that are as silent as water, perhaps, only when looking at the phoenix lightly, will reveal such a faint wave.

The focus of Fusang was naturally not on them, and in a blink of an eye, they saw the stone girl standing on the high steps not far away.

His pupils tightened instantly, and for some reason, his heart hurt fiercely, as if someone had taken a dagger and plunged it into his heart.

That's the pain of the heart.

"Xiao Mo-" stepped out, and he pronounced the name that even he couldn't remember who it was.

The stone carving girl still exuded a faint blue light, but she didn't speak again, as if it was really just a stone sculpture.

Huang Qingwan was still tightly held in his arms by Emperor Qianji, and at this time, when he saw Fusang's appearance, he couldn't help but glance a few times in the direction he went.

The breath of blue light on the stone carving girl's body, she seemed to be a little familiar.

It was almost the same as the blue vortex aura above his head when the demon Mo Jiu appeared in the Southern Wilderness Continent that day.

Huang glanced at it lightly, and saw that the surrounding walls seemed to be full of murals.

It's just that because the age is too old, the original gorgeous colors have almost disappeared.

Her eyes were very good, and she saw at a glance that there was a very familiar figure in the mural, although the color had dropped a lot, Huang Qingwan could still recognize that the most prominent person in the mural was Fusang.

Huang Qingwan thought that the person who painted the mural must have cared about Fusang very much, so he would paint it so carefully and seriously.

Even every eyelash of Fusang was drawn, and compared to the mural, those around Fusang, who even had blurred facial features, could know that the painter must have put all his thoughts on him.

The one that Huang Qingwan saw was a huge blue laurel tree, under the laurel tree, Fusang was playing the qin, and beside him, a girl with a blurred face sat beside him, listening quietly.

The face was too blurry, and Huang Qingwan couldn't see what kind of expression she was, but judging from the girl's movements, she could know that the girl might be Fusang's admirer.

In the second picture, there is no girl.

A blood moon hung high, and there were seven people standing in the mural.

The blood moon hung high, and seven people stood in a row, Fusang, standing in the middle.

This scene is very similar to the stone sculptures of the seven giants outside the Supreme Heavenly Palace.

The stone carvings of Fuso also stand in the middle.