Zhao Yue looked at the bead in front of her, smiled faintly, pinched her fingers, and the bead flashed slightly, turning into a small pile of pieces and landed on the stone table.

"So there is no such thing as reincarnation in the demon race. If you die, you will die. Even if you are reborn, you will be just a reborn demon spirit. There is no memory of all the past, everything starts from scratch."

"Why did the demon clan perform the destiny sacrifice?" Fu Chen frowned, very puzzled.

This kind of uncertainty is full of uncertainty, even if it is resurrected, it has to be cultivated from scratch. Why does the demon race do something that lasts for a long time and has unpredictable results?

"Because the demon clan has no reincarnation, this is a kind of reincarnation for them, just like mortals have sustenance for gods, and they all hope that they will have a next life..."

When Zhao Yue said this, she was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly became slumped seven or eight. She raised her hand to drag her chin and lowered her eyes with a solemn face.

If we think from this perspective, will there be another possibility?

It was the demon clan who did the same thing as the Fox Emperor. Because he was looking forward to reincarnation, he was impatient to give the destiny sacrifice to the destiny sacrifice of the people who had not yet died, and then waited for him to die for another lifetime.

Seeing her extremely alert look, Fu Chen put away the letter papers on the table one by one, put them into the original envelope, and stuffed them into his own Qiankun bag.

He was the same, considering the possibility that Zhaoyue was worried about.

If it were as she guessed, the person who was most likely to want to be resurrected should be the Demon King who was killed by Huangquan with Zhuxian in the Battle of Wasteland.

After a long time, Zhao Yue pondered: "I might have to meet the Fox Emperor."

When talking about the Fox Emperor, Fu Chen nodded, not surprised by her decision, but just reminded him: "It is not appropriate for you to go so suddenly."

Zhaoyue raised her head and sighed softly.

The whistling fallen leaves and the cold wind entering the valley were in Kunlun Palace, north of the Northern Desert, accompanied by the terrifying events just now, as if sharp flying knives were stabbed in Zhaoyue's heart.

It seemed like a lot of things, but they were all in the same direction. The things that were originally very simple in her eyes became more and more complicated after she peeled off the cocoon.

At the moment, the sky was getting darker, and the originally blue sky was filled with vermilion clouds, slowly climbing up the bloody setting sun. Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman who lowered her head and peeled the oranges hard.

On hand, there are layers of peeled oranges piles like mountain bags, and on the other side are a large piece of neatly arranged orange peels.

He finally couldn't help but complain to her: "Did this orange provoke you? Wouldn't it take all the clothes of other disciples to clean up?"

Listening to the words that seemed to be in his words, Zhao Yue hummed in dissatisfaction and did not answer his words.

When Fu Chen wanted to speak again, he saw the familiar figure in the open courtyard gate and felt less comfortable.

Mo Chuan held a plate of dinner, and his ink-colored crown was high and he bent down and walked over the threshold, calling out lightly: "Moon Zun."

Fu Chen stood up from the stool reluctantly and bowed: "I'm sorry for Mo Chuan's god."

Then, he looked at Mo Chuan in front of him with a bad look, and raised his hand to take the plate from his hand.

The moment the eyes met, the air between the two became clearly anxious, as if it was carrying a tremendous lightning and thunder, like a storm of wind and clouds, with extremely low air pressure.

Mo Chuan was not shy at all, responding to Fu Chen's unfriendly expression with almost provocation. When he turned around and was about to leave, he actually raised his hand and rubbed his head. The murderous intent that cracked from Fu Chen's body suddenly stood up all the defenseless Zhao Yue's stimulating hair.

Before the Yunyu sword on his waist was unsheathed, the dark blue sword energy overflowed from the scabbard without any concealment, flowing towards the Mochuan.

For some reason, the Mo Chuankan seemed to enjoy the process very much, and a smile appeared on his cheeks, which seemed even more terrifying in Zhaoyue's eyes.

This person is really very similar to the ancient emperor of that year!

Even the inexplicable smile when she was furious at first was exactly the same!

Zhao Yue laughed dryly and hurriedly thanked: "Today I am really troubled. At the critical moment of this ranking competition, I have to let the gods worry about it. I am really sorry, and I will go to gods tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow I will tell the kitchen to make two more light meals."

Zhaoyue was stunned: "Ah?"

Her meaning was clearly that if there was nothing to do tomorrow, please don’t come! Even if she didn’t have to deliver food, she and Fuchen would not starve to death!

Then Mo Chuan smiled slightly: "I asked about Medicine King Valley. Yun Xiaoxian said that Yue Zun likes light meals. I saw you focus on eating oranges these days, but I think I didn't have a good meal."

With a bang, Fu Chen almost threw the plate in his hand on the table. A stream of black smoke was gushing around his body, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes. He took out the dishes in the plate one by one, and hummed with obvious displeasure.

Zhao Yue glanced at him, looked at Mo Chuan Shang Shen awkwardly, and laughed: "The God of Shang is determined, and he has also gone to find the God of Medicine..."

Mo Chuan was like in his own yard, sitting sideways in the seat where Fu Chen was sitting just now: "Yunxiaoxian's Medicine King Valley has been very lively since the Fox Emperor went. Is Yue Zun interested in listening to me?"

Fox Emperor?

The awkward feeling on Zhaoyue's face gradually drifted away. She looked at Mo Chuan in surprise and straightened her waist: "I hope to hear it carefully."

Fu Chen arranged the bowls and chopsticks, walked out of the room with a dark face, stood beside Zhaoyue and waited for the god of Mo Chuan to talk about the fox emperor.

Unexpectedly, the man glanced at him and then slowly spoke: "For things between sir, you are still young, so go back to practice swordsmanship."

The extremely unfriendly aura that suddenly emanated from Fu Chen's body buried Zhaoyue, who was sitting beside him, inside. She shivered all over and raised her hand and coughed a few times: "Go."

Fu Chen almost glared at Mo Chuan's cheeks, and his feet were filled with lead. He used the power of a tiger to walk from under the tree to the other end of the yard. When the Yun Yu sword was pulled out, it brought unprecedented huge blue light to the entire yard in the blood-red sunset.

Mo Chuan's eyes remained on his figure, and he spoke lightly: "A few days ago, the fox clan of Buxiaochuan carried the bloody fox emperor Xuanzhi in his seven orifices. After searching for Yunxiaoxian, he realized that it was the Queen of Heaven who added a whole ten thousand-year-old ginseng to the medicine that Yue Zun carefully made for the fox emperor."

Zhao Yue covered her mouth in surprise and exclaimed: "A whole piece? This is the life of the Fox Emperor!"

Mo Chuan raised his hand and made a "shhh" gesture: "Fox clan Fu Chen is the only son of the Fox Emperor, don't make a statement."

After he said this, Zhao Yue nodded heavily: "Then what? What's wrong with the Fox Emperor now?"

After a while, Mo Chuan turned around, and the beautiful appearance of the white-haired woman in front of him reflected in her black eyes, and said, "The Heavenly Lord sent the best pharmacist in the Divine Doctor Pavilion to see the doctor. It is said that the Heavenly Lord is unable to go back to heaven. I think the Heavenly Lord will come to find Yuezun in person soon."
Chapter completed!