At this time, Fu Chen, who was standing in the arena, really doesn’t know how to evaluate Wuri Peak.

Because Shanhai Peak was pushed clean the whole morning before, Wurifeng actually started a human-sea tactic in order not to repeat his mistakes.

It caused the god Mokawa to be furious and directly scolded him in the arena.

Zhaoyue avoided everyone's sight and waited quietly in the Tai Chi Hall.

In this magnificent hall with golden dragons, any simple decoration is priceless, showing the grand and luxuriousness of the Heavenly Clan.

When the inner door of Tai Chi Hall creaked, a bitter cold wind gently stroked Zhaoyue's white fox fur coat like layers of water waves. Old Master Hongjun saw the white figure in the store, walked in with a crutch without surprise, stood in front of her, and bowed respectfully: "Yuezun."

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture of silence. He glanced at Zhaoyue and stopped talking, if he pointed to the dragon pillar on the other side.

Zhao Yue laughed dryly and had to follow him to the direction of the dragon pillar. The moment his palm touched the dragon pillar, there was a different world inside, and Zhao Yue sucked in.

A square table and a few chairs bring you all the view of Tai Chi Palace.

It was not until he stepped into the dragon pillar that the tense ancestor Hongjun's nerves calmed down, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Yue with some reproach: "You are taking too much, be careful of Fusang's suspicion."

Zhao Yue smiled and sat on the stool next to her in three or two steps. He took out a few peeled oranges from Qiankun's bag and placed them on the table: "I will only ask for something randomly with Ye Ming, so as not to make my medical skills in Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion seem to be worthless. Who knew that he would pick a blood on his forehead."

After saying that, he opened a petal of orange and stuffed it into his mouth.

The ancestor Hongjun looked at her eating oranges and showed a look of disgust: "I heard Luo Chen and Mo Chuan say that you peeled as many oranges as a mountain bag in the living yard. The Emperor is gone, and I am the only one who takes care of you. But I really have no choice but to do anything to you. If I let the Emperor know that you eat so many oranges, I will definitely be scolded by him."

Looking at the ancestor Hongjun in front of him as serious as he was more than 300,000 years ago, Zhao Yue grinned and said, "It's okay, even if he knows it now, he can't say anything to me."

Then I heard the ancestor Hongjun snorting coldly, took an orange and spread it and stuffed it into his mouth: "Poor Emperor has experienced such a disaster. If he could still remember the past, he would definitely bring you with him when he scolded me, which would be worth it."

Zhaoyue grinned and leaned against him: "What do you say after all, Fusang?"

"It is clear that I want to give way to the little princess of Yun's family to give way."

This is reasonable and completely expected.

"The Heavenly Clan has always been preparing for a wedding for three years. If the Spirit Girl is pulled down from the position of the Queen of Heaven at this time, it may be unfavorable to you." The ancestor Hongjun said earnestly, "Although the qualifying match was beautiful the day before yesterday, there was no trace of Kunlun Palace, I can still see that the Emperor's strength should be less than half as strong as that of the time. In his current state, the result is still unpredictable."

When the ancestor said these words, his eyes were full of loving expressions when he looked at Zhaoyue, just like the ancestors of ordinary families looking at their granddaughters, full of pity.

The ancestor Hongjun, 300,000 years ago, was still a child who was with the Emperor. He was fortunate to be enlightened by the Emperor and ascend to the forefront and become one of the earliest powerful people of the Dragon Clan.

But more than 300,000 years ago, the main daily work of the ancestor Hongjun was to help the Emperor, staring at this extremely playful little girl and not let her run away.

Time flies. The naughty and playful little girl back then has now become the most beautiful woman in the world and has the strongest combat power in the world. She replaces the emperor who is in the world and supports the burden of maintaining peace in the world.

Zhao Yue looked at his slightly worried expression and waved her hand: "How can this woman be so cheap? How can she be so guilty of being a victim of the Emperor? How can she be punished by the Heavenly Lord? Then I was lucky enough to meet Yun Surou once. She is not a person to mess with. Why would you help her and let her fight with the little princess of the Yun family in the harem to make Fusang's scalp numb."

Old Ancestor Hongjun laughed dryly and stuffed his other half of the orange into his mouth.

"Hey? Then again, what's wrong with you, the Mo Chuan God in Kunlun Palace? You send me some snacks every day. I made six colorful steamed buns yesterday morning, and almost ate the Emperor's stomach."

"...Mo Chuanakami's dim sum was only once that I learned about it from Chunyuan's mouth, and I have never seen it before. I didn't expect that I could have such a skill, even steamed buns could be made colorful."

After saying that, a hint of envy appeared in the eyes of the ancestor Hongjun.

Seeing that he couldn't find out what he was doing, Zhao Yue sat there in a little disappointed manner and sighed.

"That day, the god of Mochuan reminded me that if I didn't save the Fox Emperor, I would probably be in trouble. So I can't guess whether he is an enemy or a friend for a while."

Zhao Yue tapped the table gently with his hand, and after a while, he tsk twice: "Let's take a step and take a look."

"Then do you think it's better for me to reply with the Heavenly Lord? Do you really need a drop of blood in the forehead?"

Zhao Yue hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes, Ye Ming's words have been released. How can I, a master, not support him?"

Perhaps Yun Xiaoxian would not have thought that Yue Zun was so tough, nor did he think that Ye Ming, the Cangyuan Jun from Huanhua Pavilion in Yuehai, called him to the Medicine King Valley and went anywhere. He guarded the Fox Emperor day and night, and even moved his own corrections to the medical center.

For two days, Yun Xiaoxian wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him about the bloody matters on his forehead, but he never found a time to avoid others.

In addition, the biggest benefit of Cangyuanjun sitting here is that the Fox Emperor's sister Meisheng is much more honest and never catches the group of pharmacists from the Heavenly Clan and threatens them.

Although he was still in a low mood, he unexpectedly listened to Ye Ming's words and honestly sang ink beside him for two days.

Chongwen is really amazing. He is worthy of being the successor selected by Tianlei. In the past few days, he has brought his ability to coordinate and arrange things to the extreme. Occasionally, he will come to Ye Ming to talk to him about the strange stories about Fu Chen and Yue Zun in the Medicine King Valley.

At this moment, whether it is Yun Xiaoxian, the fox emperor pretending to be sick, or Ye Ming sitting there talking and laughing, or the ancestor Hongjun, the god of Mo Chuan, and the Fusang and the spiritual lady in the ninth heaven, they can all feel that some things are pulling them and quietly advancing towards the same vortex.

That vortex is called subversion.
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