The palm pressing on her shoulder was like a thousand pounds, making her unable to move, and the boy in front of her was half kneeling on the table, so close!

She tried hard for a few times, but saw that the palm on her shoulder was still motionless, and the flushing at the end of the boy's eyes in front of her became deeper and deeper. There seemed to be a magic power on her cheek, accompanied by the nine tails that gradually opened behind him, locking Zhaoyue's eyes deeply on her cheek.

As Zhao Yue's breathing became slightly rapid, and beads of sweat gradually oozed out of her forehead.

Fu Chen raised his hand slightly, looked at her with interest in a difficult situation, and put it in her ears, and whispered in a very low voice: "Yue'er owes me a thousand years. If you count the interest, you will also treat it as a palace lady."

While resisting his powerful charm, Zhaoyue tried hard to tilt her head and said "Ah".

She didn't understand where the interest for this little bastard came from. No, it should be said that she didn't understand it all.

Why did I inexplicably owe him a thousand years and still inexplicably bear interest? This is clearly a way to speak out when others are in danger.

But it seems that it is very difficult to refute him at this moment.

Zhaoyue searched around for a long time, but couldn't find anything useful. She had to secretly put her hands behind her and quietly pull out the jade flute from her sleeves.

Unexpectedly, Fu Chen wrapped his hand around her neck and held the hand behind her.

"I don't care who is the world, I don't care what the world is." He whispered softly in her ear, "What I care about is what kind of world you like, what kind of world you want, and you are always by my side."

He smiled faintly: "That's all."

This love-like language, with a faint fragrance on his shoulder, everything else seemed to no longer exist at this moment.

"As long as you like it, even if it's a fire pit, I will jump with you."

He said, and pressed the jade flute that Zhaoyue had pulled out half just now back into her sleeve.

These words made Zhaoyue think that it was hard to fly today and could not escape. But after Fu Chen said that, he chuckled, stopped his hand, came down from the table, looked at Zhaoyue with rosy cheeks and faintly showing shame, and walked to the door of the side room, pushed open the door, and walked in without even being able to see his head.

She was left alone and didn't dare to let out any more. She sat there in embarrassment.

It took me a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fu Chen stood behind the door, watching Mo Chuan, who had repeatedly wiped the red-slaying sword several times, and his eyes fell on the blade that was emitting a little fire with his hands up and down.

"Among the fast swords in the world, the sword of the red sword is the best." He was covered in golden Yunjin Nichang, holding his chest with his hands.

Mo Chuan looked up at his face, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "Without Xuanyuan Sword, I will naturally be ranked first."

Fu Chen smiled faintly. If he had stopped just now, he would have been afraid that the sword would be able to penetrate the wall and fly towards him at an extremely fast speed. He felt that it would be okay. It would be difficult to take Mo Chuan's sword with his strength, but Fu Chen was worried that he would accidentally hurt Zhaoyue.

His eyes drooped, looking at Mo Chuan's unhappy face, he spoke for a long time: "God should consider his position."

Mo Chuan's hand paused for a moment, and looked at Fu Chen's cheek from the corner of his eyes.

"Behind you are the Heavenly Clan, the Kunlun Palace, and the Heavenly King." Fu Chen looked at his side face, walked to the desk without hesitation, and picked up the official documents on his desk.

But he didn't turn it open, but just weighed it in his hand.

"Although she is slow, she is not stupid. Although you are a friend, you can only be a friend."

As he grabbed the official document in his hand a few times and slowly put it down, Mo Chuan finally turned his head and looked at his tender cheeks.

At that moment, he finally felt real. Although the person in front of him was a slender young body and his face was very different from the past, the soul in his bones was still the person in the past, the tall and noble, the number one war god in the world.

The night was destined to be less peaceful. Zhaoyue stood at the door of the house, looking at the deep night, facing the cold wind coming from the patio.

She has never been as chaotic and complicated as it is today.

When the Emperor of the Ancient Times was still young, she did not understand the affection between men and women, and no one told her this, and she had never seen her before. In her eyes, she had always been the prosperous peace, the country and the world presented by the Emperor of the Ancient Times.

In her eyes, the Emperor is the backer behind her, the only one in the world who dares to provoke a unique existence, the parents of this world, and her family.

"Family..." Zhao Yue looked at the vast galaxy, the long-tailed meteors drifted across the bright sky, and the colorful aurora unique to the north were flashing and darkening. Not far away, there were giant beasts sleeping quietly.

After 300,000 years, she once again stood on the land of Kunlun Palace, and finally had a moment of wanting to re-examine and re-understand the bond between her and the Emperor.

I remember that in Kunlun Abyss, behind the mirror belonging to the Emperor, the familiar study room, the familiar ambergris fragrance, the familiar decorations and the familiar person. Even if he could not meet him through the barriers of time and space, Zhao Yue couldn't help crying when he stood there.

She originally thought that in the long years, the ancient gods had long been accustomed to the suffering of separation. From the beginning, the emperor was subtly warned by the emperor that he would eventually part. She thought that she would let go of everything he had, and that everything that had been in the past was already smoke, but everything projected from the Kunlun Abyss was still rippling in her heart like water.

The ancient emperor and Fu Chen are clearly the same soul, but in her eyes they live two different people.

Perhaps, from a long time ago, the Emperor's meaning of separation was that he would see her in another form.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yue burst into laughter.

“This is really a unique meeting.”

In Zhaoyue's memory, the Emperor was rigid, silent, unrestrained, and even had no trace of expression. Even though his heart was like an ordinary person, she felt afraid of him and was inaccessible to him.

If it were back then, she would never have thought that when she walked side by side with him again, he would become a clay boy who would turn his eyes at her twice every day with the beautiful face of the nine-tailed fox.

If the Emperor himself knew that he would become like this, he might have hesitated for a moment when he entered the world.

Even if he survived a failed heavenly tribulation, he would never be able to return to his former appearance and could not find his former memories. He could still live now, and that person could still be in the clay soul. Zhao Yue was already very satisfied with this point.

No matter what, he is still him and has never changed.

It cannot be said that it has not changed. Zhao Yue frowned slightly and turned to look at the door of the side room. If you want to say where it has changed, it is probably because he suddenly became extremely obsessed with Zhao Yue and was extremely keen on this one.
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