After thinking for a moment, she turned around hesitantly and looked at the old ancestor Hongjun sitting beside her, and saw that he seemed to have not noticed them at all, and was talking about the future feast with Tai Bai Jinxing with Tai Pai Jinxing.

If the ancestor Hongjun did not react much, at least it means that Zhaoyue’s wine is not that bad.

After all, if I had been in love with him for more than 300,000 years, if I was so short that I had to drink, I wouldn't have such a wine pot on the table.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Chen with some disdain: "The wine taste is bad? Why have I never heard of it?"

After saying that, he poured a glass and drank it all quickly, allowing Fu Chen to snatch her empty wine glass and looked at her incredibly: "Are you crazy?"

If I had been drinking three cups here and I was chasing him and I wanted to take off his clothes, this was the sudden arrival of the Western Daluo Jinxian, who probably wouldn't be able to save her.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yue's expression became complicated after a glass of wine, as if she was deflated. She sat there with her mouth bulging in dissatisfaction, no matter what angle she looked at, she looked a little sad.

Fu Chen was puzzled for a while, then put the wine cup in his hand in front of his nose and smelled it twice.

There was not a drop of alcohol in this wine cup.

He raised his hand and picked up the celadon wine pot, poured out a glass and drank it all.

At that moment, Fu Chen almost burst into laughter. The celadon wine pot that the ancestor Hongjun put for her was not a wine. It was clearly a bottle of clear spring white water, which was very moist.

Let’s talk about the ancestor Hongjun. For more than 300,000 years, everything can be forgotten, but Zhaoyue’s wine can probably be forgotten.

She secretly drank the wine jar hidden in the side room by the Emperor. She chased and asked the Emperor to kiss and hug him. She also pulled the Emperor's clothes down in broad daylight, which made Emperor's scolding, and never.

From then on, no matter who gave the wine to the Emperor, he kept it all in the study. If Zhaoyue took advantage of her concern, the Emperor would lock the doors and windows of the entire yard that day so that she would not run around and cause trouble.

The ancestor Hongjun, who had just been enlightened by the Emperor, remembers it really well, so how could there be a chance for her to drink at the banquet in Kunlun Palace?

If she gets drunk here, then she will be so worried that the "magnificence of the Ancient Moon Lord" she finally put up, even the Emperor Huangquan of the Santuchuan will suffer together.

Fu Chen looked at the ancestor Hongjun who was chatting and laughing with Taibai Jinxing, and vaguely noticed that the light from the corner of his eyes seemed to be impartially thrown on Zhaoyue's body, holding the wine cup's hand and twisting it a few times left and right.

Since he came to Kunlun Palace with Zhaoyue as his disciple, Hongjun's ancestor has always been a cold and silent face with him, and he has not even looked afraid of Zhaoyue at all. He was once at the gate of Kunlun Palace with her.

He always believed that the ancestor Hongjun was an old minister of the Heavenly Clan, and he should use the interests of the Heavenly Clan under any circumstances as the maximum. However, if it were not for someone who was very familiar with Zhaoyue, it would definitely be impossible to consider it.

Could it be that what my master ancestor did since they arrived in Kunlun Palace was just a scene of concealment?

While thinking about it, the ancestor Hongjun smiled and turned around, looking at Zhaoyue and Fuchen: "For today's banquet, the Heavenly King specially instructed me to select the most beautiful fairies in Kunlun Palace and offer a dance to the prince of the fox clan."

There was something in his words, and his eyes fell on Fu Chen.

Such intentions can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye. Zhao Yue responded to his eager gaze awkwardly, nodded and responded: "I have to worry about the Lord and the ancestor."

He laughed and patted his thighs: "Yue Zun is going to open his eyes wide, so I'm very happy to choose one. My fairy girl from Kunlun Palace is hundreds or thousands of times better than his Yunxiaoxian's Medicine King Valley! She is handsome and has a profound cultivation level!"

Zhaoyue laughed dryly and did not respond.

Who in the world doesn't know that the ancestor Hongjun of Kunlun Palace and the medicine god Yun Xiaoxian of the Yu Clan Medicine King Valley are not dealt with. But they didn't expect that even this matter would be better than the worst, which made Zhaoyue quite tired.

Seeing that she didn't say anything else, Old Ancestor Hongjun raised his hand and pointed outside the door: "The rest of the matter will be Lao Yuezun."

As the words were about to end, the fairy music sounded in the Tai Chi Hall. A group of fairy beauties in white dress twisted their graceful figures and came quietly from the water sleeves of the dancer outside the door.

The girl walking in front covered half of her face with a white gauze, and shyly cast her keen eyes at Fuchen.

Zhao Yue had just poured a glass of clear water from the wine pot, held it to her mouth and swallowed it, so she gently raised her eyes and glanced at the stunning beauty in the Ninth Heaven under the hall.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it. At first glance, the water in my mouth choked most of it and almost sprayed it out.

While patting her on the back, Fu Chen quickly handed her the handkerchief in his arms, and said to her with some reproach, "Have you ever drunk water?"

Zhao Yue's eyes were red when she was choked. She took a lot of effort to calm down. She pulled Fu Chen's sleeve and whispered: "Just choose that! Choose the woman with a veil!"

While speaking, he didn't forget to look at the old ancestor Hongjun who seemed to be smiling. He gave a thumbs up admiringly: "The heavenly clan is so beautiful, it's really extraordinary!"

Seeing her look like this, Fu Chen turned around in confusion and looked at the woman dancing gracefully under the hall, covering her face with white sand. Her slim figure was covered with her white clothes, and she danced with the fairy music. The dance posture was like a dream, attracting the eyes of the entire Tai Chi Hall.

As if he noticed Fu Chen's gaze, the woman actually raised her eyes slightly and smiled at Fu Chen.

At that moment, he finally understood why Zhaoyue was choked so violently by the water.

The person who led the dance under this stage had a feminine and beautiful face, which was clearly the Emperor of the Underworld!

Fu Chen's face suddenly became awkward and did not make any sound for a long time.

However, the other immortals in the Tai Chi Hall were very involved in watching it. Their eyes were humming small songs and savoring the best wine in Kunlun Palace, and they didn't know that the girl who danced so shockingly was actually a man.

It was the one who eliminated the Demon King at the Battle of Wasteland a hundred years ago. The master of the legendary Santuchuan, who was like Zhao Yue.

The extremely feminine face made him perfectly infiltrated the ranks of the dancers in women's clothing.

Zhaoyue, who knew the truth, was a little confused. It was not because it was funny or because it was embarrassing, but because she discovered that the man Huangquan, who danced the colorful dress dance was no worse than a woman.

In other words, I danced much better than her.

What a great grief...
Chapter completed!