Looking at the young boy in front of him, he looked at himself with a firm look and smiled. Rong Luo's mouth opened into an O-shaped shape.

"Make a deal with me. You will find the person she bribed at that time. I will expose her skin in person. After the matter is done, Yue Zun will come forward and ask you for this gift of marriage. How about it?"

Rong Luo was stunned and came back to his senses after a while: "Don't you want her to be a concubine?"

Fu Chen gave him a blank look: "Just her?"

This statement surprised Rongluo. He had heard earlier that Lin Sheng had a little fox follower who was determined to be on the ground and even spent all his money on her. Ling Mei once wanted to help the little fox, but she had such a sinister and vicious situation first.

Now seeing the little fox sitting opposite him with a bright look, it was not as timid as the rumored and embarrassed as he was.

Seeing him with a shocked look, Fu Chen glanced at him contemptuously.

"Why? Don't believe it?"

Rong Luo shook his head: "I just didn't expect that the little prince was so courageous at a young age. It was admirable to lie on firewood and taste gall."

I admire the big-headed ghost. That little fox is really kind to her with all his heart.

Fu Chen snorted coldly.

Back at the courtyard of the guest room, he looked at the closed door and looked up at the sun again.

What an ancient moon master, he hasn't woken up yet.

The murderous intent rose in the eyes, and the corners of the mouth were unconsciously raised to the end of the eyes. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Yun Yu's sword suddenly unsheathed, and the barrier was caged in an instant. When it closed, Fu Chen suddenly moved instantly, and then...

Hanged on the tree.

Zhaoyue, who was only wearing a thin dress and had not yet dressed up, slowly pushed open the door of the house while yawning.

He glanced at Fu Chen, who was tied with a rope and hung on the big tree in the yard: "You are really unique in your way of getting up."

Fu Chen hung upside down on the tree, waved the Yun Yujian in his hand and roared: "Let me down! Let me down!"

He glared and furious.

Although the woman in front of her looks even more charming when she has not dressed up, this is definitely not the reason why he blushed now.

This woman is so brave! It's outrageous!

Even if Fu Chen's mind was full of such serious thoughts at this moment, he could not hide his eyes from staying at Zhaoyue's fair skin.

"Look at your bones, how old you have been hanging, your head is bloodshot and your face is red." She shook her head and snapped her fingers, thinking that Fu Chen, who was hanging on the tree, would land honestly.

But there was no one at once.

In the blink of an eye, the cold light of Yun Yu Jian was directly facing Zhao Yue's eyebrows, but it was stuck in the sound of her jade bamboo flute.

Zhaoyue couldn't help but praise: "Fast enough, it's really amazing."

Then a white light suddenly burst out from the jade bamboo flute. Fu Chen heard a ringing ring in his ears, and the flute in front of him suddenly turned three times.

His body suddenly became uncontrollable, as if he was dragged back by an invisible force, and was tied with a tied rope and hung firmly on the tree.

Fu Chen was hanging upside down, swinging around the tree, looking at her half-piece of her chest that she showed off from the top to the bottom, and turned her face away, and then she whispered for a long time: "Don't let me go."

"Oh, the wind is too strong, I can't hear it clearly."

In this barrier, even the leaves don’t move, where does the wind come from?!

Fu Chen, who was hanging on the tree, looked ashen, stared at her eyes and shouted coldly: "I'm sorry, Yue Zun! Let me down!"

Kill you, a stinky woman!

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Chen, who was swinging around and full of murderous intent, and collected the bundle of immortal ropes like she was very enjoying it.

This time, he really honestly put it in the ground. He sorted out the messy clothes on his body, patted the dust from top to bottom, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Moon Lord is really leisurely, and it only takes three o'clock in the sun."

He raised his foot and walked straight into the room, Fu Chen poured himself a glass of water to drink.

"I have something to ask for."

Zhao Yue looked at his own appearance and laughed: "You didn't tell me whether you should help me change the Heavenly Lord, but you asked for something again."

Fu Chen frowned and looked at her directly.

"It's easy to replace people, but who do Yuezun wants to replace them? No matter how bad Fusang is, it is still the orthodox royal bloodline of the Dragon Clan. There may be no second person in the world today."

If the Heavenly Clan changes its ownership and gives up the Nine Heavens to others, he will definitely not agree.

Zhao Yue seemed to have seen through his worries, and sat at the table and smiled: "The Nine Heavens are still from your Dragon Clan Royal Clan. I will give you this here."

To be honest, Fu Chen doesn't believe this.

The old Tianjun has three children, Fuyu, Fuchen, and Fusang. The eldest sister married Beihai Shuijun ten thousand years ago. After that, unfortunately miscarried. Not long after, she divorced the Shuijun with a divorce letter, and since then she lost her whereabouts. As for Fuchen, although he is reborn now, he fell on a fox prince, with nine tails hidden behind him. If he cannot take on this job that needs to be passed on to the family line, then there are only Fusang left.

"I am just talking about the Nine Cauldrons, and I dare to establish a blood alliance with His Royal Highness. Your Nine Heavens, if it is changed, will still be the blood of your royal family." She looked at Fu Chen in front of her with a smile, waiting for his reply.

"If Yue Zun doesn't explain it clearly, I won't nod."

Who knew that Fu Chen would not take this trick and insisted on digging into the bottom line.

Zhao Yue chuckled: "Well, I lost my life, learn to be cautious."

Then, two dragon scales, one white and one black, were shaken out of the Qiankun bag and pushed them in front of Fu Chen.

Sure enough, his eyes seemed to be light, and he reached out to hold the white dragon scale in his hand, and looked at it thoroughly: "Dragon scales of Fuyu? Where did you get them?"

"Don't worry about this, she's living a good life with her children anyway."

"Child?" Fu Chen was shocked. Isn't it a miscarriage?

Zhaoyue supported her head with her hand and pointed to the black dragon scale on the table: "Do you know whether it is your own bloodline?"

He held the black dragon scale in his hand skeptically, looked at it several times, and glanced at Zhaoyue who was smiling.

"Whose children?"

"What do you care about so much, just say it's OK."

Then, he took Fu Chen's gaze and killed: "As a heavenly king, his cultivation, virtue, ability and reputation cannot be bad. Although this dragon scale is indeed my dragon clan's royal lineage, it..."

Zhao Yue snorted, suddenly snatched the black dragon scale from his hand, and took it back into Qiankun bag: "Let's forget it!"

He sat there, watching her dragon scales pack up, as if she was about to leave, and hurriedly said, "If you educate yourself well in time, you can take the big responsibility!"

Zhao Yue glanced at him, stretched his waist, twisted his neck, and was about to get up and leave.

"Agree! I agree!" Fu Chen hurriedly shouted, for the sake of his uncle's whereabouts and his nephew whom he had never met, he didn't care much at this time.

Hearing the word "Agree", Zhaoyue stood up and did two chest expansion exercises, and sat back on the stool.
Chapter completed!