"It's different to be a man again."

"Why don't you open a monthly card for him? Let him be a dog even more dedicated? ”

But Chen Xiangbei soon dispelled this idea.

He is already a mature man, and it is an international practice to learn to pay for himself!

Chen Xiangbei has a full grasp of the control of ghosts, and with the penetration of the power of submission, the longer the time passes, the deeper the servility of ghosts will be.

This is the horror of the power of submission, which can subtly destroy a person's mind and make him his most loyal dog.

Yang Hua was still relieved, and was about to remind something, but Chen Xiangbei did not continue the topic, but strode forward, directly hugged Yang Hua's willow waist, and hugged her into his bedroom.

Looking at the longing gaze in Chen Xiangbei's eyes, Yang Hua realized that the next scene, although there was still an instinct to resist, it was more excitement that occupied his heart!

"Forget it, I'm her woman anyway, what's the difference between once and a hundred times?

As long as he's happy, let me do anything! ”

After untying the shackles of the lotus sea, Yang Hua had already developed a true relationship with Chen Xiangbei, and the cutting was still messy。。。。。。

As for Chen Xiangbei, he really deserves to be one of the best calligraphers in the Great Zhou.

Under his guidance, Yang Hua wrote a variety of vivid literary styles.

Especially the word "100 million", which is wonderful and beautiful!

The word "nine" in one stroke can only be understood but not spoken.

Xiaolou had another spring breeze last night。。。。。。

It wasn't until dawn fell that Yang Hua, who had learned a lot of calligraphy questions, sat up from the soft couch, put on the spinning skirt again, and began to study the storage bracelet on Chen Xiangbei's wrist.

Thanks to the creation of the Ninefold Golden Immortal, the storage space has grown by leaps and bounds, and the heaven and earth in it are enough to accommodate objects that are more than long and wide.

It seems to be a small step, but in fact, for Chen Xiangbei, it is a special line to get rich!

In the past, whether Chen Xiangbei was looting his home or robbing his wealth, due to the limitation of storage space, he missed many assets that should have belonged to him in vain, which made him beat his chest.

In the future, there is no need to worry about similar situations, the space of Fang Yuanzhang is equivalent to a walking Wuling Hongguang, even if the alchemy room of Qingyang Palace is bursting, it can be emptied for him without leakage.

"That's right! I wonder how Qingyang Palace has been? It's time to visit the old man who does nothing! I miss it for a long time! ”

Chen Xiangbei subconsciously came up with this idea.

Yang Hua on the side saw that Chen Xiangbei was stunned, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose, so he called softly: "Little Chenzi? What are you thinking? ”

After Chen Xiangbei came back to his senses, he hugged Yang Hua into his arms again.

"Huahua, you have helped me so much, of course I am thinking about how to repay you!"

Yang Hua gently bit her lip and silently buried her pretty face in Chen Xiangbei's arms.

"That'。。。。。。 How do you want to repay someone? ”

Chen Xiangbei smiled slightly: "I want to teach you to write one more word。。。。。。 Oh no, it should be two words! ”

"Huh? What's the word? Yang Hua's cheeks flew full of red glow in an instant.

"Have you ever heard of Arabic numerals?"

"Arabic numerals? Person...... People haven't heard of it. ”

"It's okay, don't be nervous, just write as I do!"

Another few days.

If Chen Xiangbei erected the skeleton of the natural residence, then the arrival of Yang Hua gave the soul of this mansion.

No matter how luxurious the house is, if there is no hostess, it is just a cold cage.

After Yang Hua lived here, she not only managed the natural residence in an orderly manner, but also added a lot of warm ornaments and furniture to the mansion, making it feel more homely!

Therefore, behind every successful man, there is an empathetic woman, with Yang Hua holding the inside, Chen Xiangbei only cares about cultivation.

However, no matter how much he tried, he was never able to tame the human emperor's skin.

I wanted to find Yang Hua for advice, but painting skin has always belonged to the mysterious school, so she shouldn't know anything about it.

Moreover, the human emperor skin that belonged to Zhao Xuanlang's "next" body involved too much cause and effect, once Yang Hua was stained, it was destined to be unable to get rid of it, and would be dragged into this mud.

Therefore, Chen Xiangbei, who loved his wife, immediately dispelled this idea.

But after several twists and turns, Chen Xiangbei finally found a painted skin avenue.

Since he can't tame Zhao Xuanlang's skin, why can't he use the ontological skin to draw an identical skin?

Although Zhao Xuanlang, who was the previous emperor of the Great Zhou, had long since abdicated or even been reborn.

However, he has always been the former lord of the Great Zhou, and his abdication has not been long, and his skin is still compatible with the national fortunes of the Great Zhou to a certain extent.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangbei made a decision to temporarily give up assimilating this skin.

Since you won't let me get it, then I'll draw a tall imitation!

I just want to inherit the luck of the Great Zhou for you, what can you do with me?

Chen Xiangbei looked at the skin in front of him, and silently drove the Dafa of painting skin in his heart, trying again and again over again, the light in his eyes was like a torch in the dark night.

I don't know how long it took, the skin of the body swelled no less than a hundred times, and with the last "stroke" drawn, it finally became the skin that once called for wind and rain!

"It worked!"

Chen Xiangbei was excited.

In this world, there is one more human emperor with good luck!

At the same time, in the Great Zhou Emperor's Mausoleum, dozens of miles away from Beijing, a vision suddenly appeared.

A large sky covered by dark clouds, in which electricity and light intertwined and rolled.

The next moment.

A certain dungeon exploded, and a puff of cloudy smoke came out.

When they heard the news, the guards who rushed to see such a vision were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

"There is smoke coming from the tomb of the first emperor!!"

"Quick! Send someone to the Imperial City to ask for Your Majesty!! ”

Soon, the smoke from the tomb of the first emperor was sent to the Ziluan Palace.

Zhao Kuangheng, who was sitting on the dragon chair in a green coat, put down the fold in his hand, slowly raised his head, looked at the eunuch who came to report the news, and said nothing.

The eunuch obviously felt the increasing pressure in the main hall, and he sweated profusely for a while, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhao Kuangheng.

"Huh? Why is there smoke in a good imperial tomb? And it was the mausoleum of the first emperor that exploded? ”

Zhao Kuangheng spoke in a deep voice, and his tone was full of cold questioning.

"Humble 。。。。。。 I didn't know that the lowly duty happened suddenly, and the lowly duty quickly came to report it. ”

Zhao Kuangheng pondered for a moment, and there were circles in his eyes.

"I don't know? According to what you say, my father opened the coffin board and blew up the mausoleum? ”

In the face of the questioning of the Lord of the Great Zhou, where did the eunuch dare to answer, and his forehead covered with beads of sweat was almost buried in the floor.