Yi Huang lost his patience: "Zhao Fushuang! ”

"Why are you ......" domineering with coquettishness!

"Tsk!"

What is he pulling with a drunk Zhao Fushuang!

In the end, Yi Huang rubbed his eyebrows and compromised, and said to her perfunctorily: "In order to balance the struggle for power, in the end, everything in this back mountain has completely become owned by the sect, among which the factions of the ancestors account for the largest proportion. ”

The master soared, the sect was in charge of Yukun, Yukun has always had no intention of fighting for power, the various ancestral factions are distinct, and they are ready to move on the position of the head, which is indispensable to secretly make a stumbling block to Yukun.

It doesn't matter if Yu Kun is the head of the house or not, in fact, if someone can afford to be the head of the house, it will save trouble.

However, no one in the door can be stabilized, and if one of the five ancestors gains power, this Yunding faction will inevitably be stirred up in blood.

For the long-term stability of the Yunding faction, Yukun became the most suitable person.

But puppets are not so easy to be, and Yukun is excluded by all parties if he can't bring benefits.

Later, the mountain treasures behind the mountain lord's mansion successfully appeased the different hearts of the five ancestors.

Including Zhao Fu's double injury this time, he needed a large number of pills and medicinal plants, which were also exchanged for what was left on his body.

Although he knew that this thing was not reasonable, he was not full of emotions and desires, and he didn't feel much grief and anger, and he didn't want to cause trivial things to disturb his purity, so he revealed it.

Yi Huang said it in general terms, but Zhao Fushuang understood it.

That is to say, for the sake of the stability of the Yunding faction, he has completely become the wronged leader!

"The Yunding faction is fighting or steady, what does it have to do with you?"

Yi Huang said: "It doesn't matter much, but Master doesn't want to see the Yunding faction fighting." ”

Zhao Fushuang looked at Yi Huang's eyes and said clearly: "Waste! ”

He deserves to be bullied as a grandson!

"......" what?

Yi Huang's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he slowly put down the book in his hand, "Come, try to speak again." ”

Try it, just try," Husband, you are the most powerful. ”

The tone is so delicate, so contrived!

Because of the consternation, Yi Huang, who was ready to throw the person away and thought about it, paused, and the mana in his palm instantly collapsed.

I really have the intention to kill the enemy, and I can't lift a knife!

Zhao Fushuang was lying on the table and laughing, her black hair fell down her shoulders, and her shoulders were still shaking.

Yi Huang watched her regain a little heartless appearance at the moment, and realized that she might really be losing her temper after being silent for the first two days.

As for the reason, he did not know.

However, her temper tantrum is more worry-free than usual, not noisy or noisy, his ears are clean, and she can recover on her own when she turns around.

Later, Zhao Fushuang was thrown back on the bed by Yi Huang and was silenced.

The cave was quiet.

It's not that Yi Huang doesn't know, sometimes blind accommodation is not the root of the problem.

However, in order to reincarnate Rongyin over the years, his cultivation has been intermittent, with ups and downs, which is not enough to deter the five ancestors.

In fact, he didn't want to be the one who could deter the powerhouses of the Yunding Sect, once he became that pillar, it meant that he would always have to bear such a responsibility.

He didn't care about the power struggle of the Yunding faction, and he didn't care about trivial matters in the outside world, and now that the Yunding faction has reached a balance in this way, there is nothing wrong with it.

He also knew that Yukun's growth was fast enough, and over time, he would definitely be able to deter all parties.

When he woke up on the second day, Zhao Fushuang was extremely angry, "You will do this trick all day long, you have the ability to change it!" ”

Yi Huang replied casually: "I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it." ”

Every time he moved a finger, she had to peel off her skin.

"Do I want to thank your men for their mercy? You don't let you move, you don't let you speak, you don't cover me with a quilt, you didn't freeze me to death overnight, you are so old, lack of virtue or not? ”

"......" Yi Huang was stunned, and he seemed to have indeed forgotten.

She sleeps as a girl, and he doesn't look at it without looking at it.

Fortunately, Zhao Fushuang didn't need him to answer.

"When I'm stronger than you, I'll imprison you a hundred and twenty times a day, and ban you from thinking about speaking for ten years."

"This bed is so fucking hard, it makes my bones hurt when I sleep."

"When will I get out of this place?"

A person combs his hair after breaking his thoughts, cleanses himself, folds the quilt, and goes out for a walk.

Yi Huang found that Zhao Fushuang especially likes to go out, even if he is sleeping in the back mountain, he refuses to come back, he leaves early and only comes back at night.

Also, staying with him is only afraid that she will be bored.

Since the last time he agreed to be husband and wife, Zhao Fushuang seemed to be frightened and never mentioned the matter since.

It can be seen that she is not completely indifferent to life, at least she is not willing to be trapped with him for the rest of her life.

Compared with his old-fashioned Hengqiu, Zhao Fushuang is indeed like a child who is full of backbones.

She is unwilling to be bound, unwilling to compromise, unwilling to be wronged.

Looking at the uncomfortable stone bed that she had shouted countless times for a long time, he rubbed his eyebrows and got up.

After all, she is a girl, and she needs to be treated gently.

With a wave of his hand, a row of emerald green bamboos appeared out of thin air on the ground.

His fingertips flowed, hundreds of bamboos were cut to the general length, four flew out and fell on the four corners of the stone bed to form columns, and the rest of the bamboos also flew to the stone bed one by one, arranged horizontally and vertically according to the columns, forming bamboo railings on three sides.

The fingertip mana moved again, and the bamboos were arranged side by side to make a top cover.

Since then, the stone bed has been covered with bamboo, isolating the light of the sun and moon beads on the roof, and only one side has been left to enter and exit.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of arm-thick bamboos were piled up on the ground, and the outer skins of the bamboos were separated from the main trunk under the mana control of Yi Huang.

The peeled bamboo bark is piled up in one place, and after removing impurities, it is crushed into a small powder that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the powder is recombined and adhered into silk, which is densely stacked horizontally and vertically, and finally woven into a fine and soft emerald green drapery.

Two drapery flew into the stone bed, hooked up with the columns, and hung neatly, covering the vacant side of the stone bed.

There are curtains to cover it, and the scene inside the stone bed is difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Hundreds of bamboo leaves are stacked and solidified again, and finally turned into beautiful bamboo leaf hooks attached to the column, and the curtains are hung on both sides of the column.

Yi Huang thought impatiently about Zhao Fushuang's words, she seemed to want a thick cushion.

It's squeamish!

Thinking like this, thousands of bamboo skins fell off again, and they were made into two pieces of soft fabric.

This time, he began to crush the trunk.

All the way to crushing all the bamboo into slag.

Yi Huang stepped forward, reached out and touched the debris, which was still somewhat rough, and then used mana to crush it again.

It was not until all the bamboos were broken to the point that they were hard to read and damp that he used a spell to imprison the crumbs, wrap them in woven cloth, and make a mat the size of a stone bed.

He reached out and pressed it, and the mattress was strong enough to fit the stone bed, and it was absolutely soft.

After this toss, Yi Huang's patience was really exhausted, and when she was about to throw away the discarded bamboo, she remembered that she wanted a bath bucket.

As a result, the remaining stripped bamboo is ground again and combined into pieces of wood.

Probed the surface, it was not smooth, so he began to grind it patiently inch by inch again, until all the wood was as smooth as jade, he began to make the bottom, surrounded by smooth planks, a round wooden barrel that was enough for Zhao Fushuang to toss.

A spell purified the dust in the room, Yi Huang retreated to the desk, and with a wave of his hand, he conjured up thirty bamboos slightly taller than him again, and made a bamboo screen.

The bamboo screen almost divides the cave in two, half for her boudoir and half for the outer room.

And his case is in the outer room, although it is not completely isolated from the two, but there is nothing to do, he will never set foot in the inner room.

There is also a bamboo screen that is taller than his height, and he will be much more comfortable in the outer room.