People cannot change their birth, just like Li Xuanji is born with the bloodline of the Demon Emperor, just like Tian Qi's body's inexplicable repulsion with the bloodline of the Demon Emperor.

As his cultivation gradually became more and more advanced, this situation became more and more obvious. Brother Shu told Tian Qi that this was blood-incompatible. However, Tian Qi's situation was even more complicated.

And in this world, the only group of people in the Wuhuang Palace are incompatible with the bloodline of the Demon Emperor. To put it bluntly, the Dugu Emperor clan.

He had already known Tian Qi's identity for a long time, and there was no need for the old man who was surviving in the sky to remind him.

If Li Xuanji wants to hold on in the Martial Emperor Palace, there must be nine points of the reason for this. However, Tian Qi does not want Li Xuanji to hold on. One code will be the same. Just as he said, there will be a cause for injustice and a debt will be the master. Whoever owes the debt will pay it back.

If the Wu Emperor Palace dares to slaughter the Demon Emperor Palace, it will naturally have to bear the consequences of being slaughtered. Sooner or later, it will have to pay back. This is true.

Tian Qi hugged Ali steadily without saying anything. Ali was just a little weak, but she was just doing too much, so she would just have a rest.

"Are you injured?" As Ali heard Tian Qi's heartbeat, she could clearly feel that she seemed to have insufficient momentum.

"Well, Master Ziyang of Shaolin is a master of the Crushing Yuan Realm. If he doesn't die, Shaolin will not surrender." Tian Qi smiled. His tone was quite relaxed, but it didn't look like he had fought for five days and six nights.

"Have you seen that monk? I remember that he was a handsome monk in white, with exactly the same temperament as Li Kong. When the butcher knife was raised, the monk was still full of Amitabha Buddha." Ali smiled mockingly.

Tian Qi hugged A Li and turned over. A Li also turned her head to look at Tian Qi's smiling eyes: "That's right, it's him, he still has a smile on his face until he died. I gave him a happy feeling."

"Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect. My husband, you are a great charity, and you are a great charity." Ali smirked with a pursed lips.

Tian Qi couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Ali's thin lips. The breath she exuded from her mouth was filled with a sense of pleasure after revenge.

"I have avenged more than half of my revenge. Husband, are you going to the palace?" Ali asked with his eyebrows raised.

The one in the palace also had a grudge against her, but Ali didn't mention this matter at all.

As for Ali’s revenge for most of the revenge, just listen to it. If you really have to pursue it, it’s not just these people who die.

For Tian Qi, he naturally had the reason that he wanted to go. Tian Qi nodded: "I've come here, so I just solved it all at once."

Ali didn't say anything, lying quietly in Tian Qi's arms. The two souls of the same souls could always find the intersection where each other comforted each other.

If Tian Qi was a villager in Guhong Mountain, then he would naturally be ignorant and worry-free all his life. Maybe he would have lived like this for the rest of his life. But fate is impermanent and fate is a mess.

Instead of being fooled, Tian Qi wanted to stab him hard on the neck of the mastermind behind the scenes. This feeling is sometimes extremely strong, very similar to Ali's manic state.

There was a moment of tranquility in the room, but the Jingyue Garden was very lively.

If you don’t mention the maids and servants who are in contact, just talking about Chuntao and Xia Ying, who are all novel, this place will not be lively.

Xia Ying dragged Feng Li and insisted on going around the capital. Tian Qi would not stay in the capital for a long time. Of course, Chuntao and Xia Ying knew why they were holding Feng Li, and they could understand after thinking about it carefully that these two guys were short of a wallet.

Being a slave to this is the first example.

The incident of Tian Qida's killing has not spread in the world, but the news of the Mangshan Imperial Tomb has spread like wildfire.

The Wuhuang Palace did not leave its name in the world. The first-hand news was that the Earth Burial, which was fighting openly and secretly with him. It is unknown what reaction it had made inside the Earth Burial.

However, from the south gate of Shangjing, the 800-mile jujube horse rushed from Yongxingmen through the five major red gates and sent the secret letter straight to Yanyun Pavilion.

"I will report to Your Majesty, and I will report it urgently." This is the first time that the newly appointed eunuch, the eunuch Wang, encountered such a thing, and I couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

In the past, the situation was handled by Wei Qianxiang and Eunuch Wei. After resigning from the court, the emperor entered the Yanyun Pavilion and never liked to be disturbed.

What will Eunuch Wei do? To be honest, there are not many people who know it. Who dares to tell Eunuch Wei’s gossip in the Daxing Palace before?

The eunuch Wang Qinian held the memorial in his hand, but his body bent down low. Yanyun Pavilion was clearly closed, but Wang Qinian did not dare to slack off at all.

The golden lacquer nanmu door slowly opened to both sides. The old man Wang, who had been waiting for a little sore waist, looked slightly slower, and walked into Yanyun Pavilion with small steps.

A sudden palm fan passed by, and Wang Qinian flew backwards, covered his chest and fell to the ground. The corner of his mouth felt bright red, but he did not dare to let the blood flow out, polluting the pure land of Yanyun Pavilion.

"Bold slave! Is this where you can come in?"

The majestic voice was a little angry, but the urgent secret letter was held in Dugu Zheng's hand.

Wang Qinian didn't care about the stuffiness on his chest, and fell to the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, but he didn't dare to hum.

The palace maid guards beside him buried their heads, and no one dared to watch the jokes of the newly appointed manager.

Dugu was holding his hands behind his back, sighed, turned around and looked up at the statue of the same height on the white jade base.

The woman had a bit of beauty between her eyebrows and eyes, which looked innocent and playful, but when she looked closely, she could see that the arrogance between her eyebrows and eyes was already so ethereal.

"Ruyan, it's been thirty years, I... miss you so much!"

Dugu Zheng's eyes were wet for a moment, but it was soon covered up completely.

Turning around and walking out of Yanyun Pavilion, the tenderness on Dugu's face gradually disappeared, and replaced by a majestic look on his face.

It is an important letter. The black varnished letter on the envelope means that this matter is urgent.

Walking out of Yanyun Pavilion, Wang Qinian knelt aside and motionless, Dugu was slowly opening the envelope.

A line of beautiful regular script reflected into the frame of the eyes, Dugu Zheng's pupils shrank inward in an instant, and a splendor suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"There is a change in Mangshan, and the Wuhuang Palace is slaughtered and the whereabouts of the Yuzu are unknown."

The letter paper in his hand slowly shattered into fine pieces of paper, drifting with the sudden breeze.

"Go to the Imperial Study."

Wang Qinian immediately stood up straight away, straightened the whisk in his arms, and the little eunuch beside him whispered:

"Prepare the car, the imperial study room."

The palace servants on both sides followed Dugu Zheng in small steps.

As he stepped forward, Dugu Zheng recalled the girl who had put a rain of flowers on the capital fifteen years ago, and also remembered the old servant Wei Wuji who had been with him for fifty years. Of course, he also thought of the Nancheng wall that was split open by a knife in the capital.

It’s her, it should be her. If the person who is with her is remembered correctly, he should be called Tian Qi?
Chapter completed!