The feast of all directions is a lever for the Heavenly Clan, and with strength as the fulcrum, it attempts to leverage the entire world.

Fusang's eyes always focus on the world, but this does not mean that he has the capital to do whatever he wants, nor does it mean that it is the right thing to dominate the world.

Even the ancient emperor never thought that he could dominate the world. As for why Fusang could have such an illusion, Zhaoyue never understood it.

Even if you have received different educations since childhood, as the son of the Heavenly Lord and the prince of the Heavenly Clan will not have such a big difference with other Heavenly Clans, and you can even take action on your own brothers.

As Zhaoyue walked, she glanced at Fu Chen who was following quietly. Now this tall, handsome, taciturn man really made her feel uncomfortable. She had such a peerless face, elegant and elegant manners, and the conversation and qualities given by the best education in the Nine Heavens, even Zhaoyue felt very stressed.

Thinking about the things he experienced and his smooth life with the Emperor's protection made her feel a little sad.

Seeing her timid gaze, Fu Chen raised his head slightly and chuckled: "The Gong Qiong Building in front of him is indeed not as good as Yue'er's glance at him."

These abrupt and sweet words made Zhao Yue slightly stunned.

"I was thinking about other things just now, but at this glance, I felt that everything else could be put aside." Fu Chen smiled slightly, stepped forward two steps, stood side by side with her, and his smile remained unabated, "Tell me, what do you want to ask about the Heavenly Clan."

After seeing through him simply, Zhao Yue was stunned and pursed her lips, and she stopped thinking for a moment. She didn't remember what she wanted to confirm just now.

Fu Chen looked slightly sideways, smiled and raised his hand, picked off a strand of dandelion flying catkins from her hair, and gently blew it away.

The slightly raised jaw, the clear Adam's apple and the protruding collarbone, and his eyes that looked like willow leaves, became the most beautiful scene in Zhaoyue's eyes at this moment.

She coughed twice, deliberately turned her face away, and her head turned back and forth several times, then sighed.

I really can't remember it all at once!

Zhao Yue was a little embarrassed at this time. It was the first time she interrupted her meticulous thoughts because of a man's smile and slanting eyes. She thought about so many details before she could peel off the core questions. How could she forget them all by just looking at him?

The man in front of him showed her somewhat embarrassed look in his eyes. He chuckled, raised his hand and pulled the stand-up collar of his clothes, and spoke lightly: "First of all, who can Fusang hide, right?"

"Yes, yes." As soon as he mentioned this, Zhao Yue suddenly got a clue when she was broken. She came back to her senses and looked at his cheek from bottom to top. However, the moment she met, she felt that the face of the man in front of her was really not very friendly to the heart.

But even a smile can make your heart beat louder, which is really fatal.

"Ahem, you also saw that under the eyes of the ancestor Hongjun and the god Mo Chuan, such a secret underground ice cave was unconsciously carved out. It was not something that ordinary people did." She held her chin and grabbed it left and right a few times. "The upper immortal level must not be able to avoid the ancestor Hongjun and the god Mo Chuan. At least it must be the upper god level."

Zhao Yue paused and looked up at Fu Chen's cheek: "But the gods are not so easy to appear. Even if they are spiritual fetus in heaven and earth, they will have to practice day and night, and they will have to spend thousands of years..."

"No." Fu Chen interrupted Zhao Yue's words, raised his hand, and rubbed Zhao Yue's head.

The thoughts she had just sorted out were gently wiped by his big hand and then broke again. She opened her mouth almost incredibly, looking at Fu Chen without any problem, looking at him, looking relaxed and relaxed.

"Didn't Yue'er want to ask, there is not such a person in the Heavenly Clan, who is of great talent and is not known to the world?" Looking at her stunned appearance, Fu Chen stroked her twice more, "No, there is no such person."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Yue reacted for a while, frowned and raised his hand to grab his little arm that he wanted to touch his head. He pressed it down with disgust, grinned and lowered his voice: "Your Highness, your dog-like method is not right."

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned over to her face: "It's the Emperor."

At this moment, Zhao Yue also confirmed another thing, that is, Fu Chen's face was not good for the heart, and was proportional to the distance. He leaned over in front of her, and just now he could hear the aggravated heartbeat. Now he couldn't even hear the heartbeat.

She was a little panicked and subconsciously looked around.

But Fu Chen laughed: "No one, I set up a barrier."

This sentence really choked Zhaoyue.

Sure enough, after losing more than 100,000 years of cultivation, Zhao Yue and Fu Chen were far apart at this time. She was clearly an ancient god, Yue Zun, and the king of the time and space. Because of this, there shouldn't be a barrier in this world that she could not detect, and there shouldn't be a seal that she could not break.

But she didn't know at all when and how he set up the barrier, how big the barrier was, and where the boundary was.

Fu Chen looked at her in surprise first, then his expression became more and more unspeakable. He raised his right hand, stroked her hair, and then pressed her into his arms.

"I have worked hard before, and I will protect Yue'er after that."

The voice was calm and steady, and it slowly flowed into her heart from Zhaoyue's right ear. She was a little stunned and confused. This sudden turn made her feel a little at a loss.

He clearly had nothing at this time, but he was saying something to protect her. Logically, she should have pushed him away with disgust, rolled her eyes hard, and then took out the jade flute and beat him up...

But why can't you move?

The warm breath in the chest, the faint fragrance that was both strange and familiar, the unique touch of the silk of Yunjin Nichang, and his clear heartbeat, for some reason, made Zhaoyue feel unprecedented peace.

I just want to stay for one second, just one second.

"I was just guessing that Yue'er gave me 100,000 years of cultivation, and the ones I got under the Tianqian Tree should be above Yue'er. I just got the real hammer in the barrier just now." Fu Chen said lightly, smiling slightly, "For the rest, Yue'er should rely on me more."

Zhaoyue tilted her mouth, pushed Fu Chen away, and looked at his cheek with some dissatisfaction: "What did you leave for you 300,000 years ago under the Tianqian tree? You have never said anything from beginning to end."

He smiled unabated, but spread his hands: "Who knows?"

Seeing that he clearly didn't plan to say it clearly, Zhao Yue tilted her mouth and did not ask questions. She turned around and continued to walk in the direction of the living room: "If it weren't for the people from the Ninth Heaven, then who else could use it for Fusang?"

Fu Chen followed her and said lightly: "Feather Clan."
Chapter completed!