The next morning, the woodshed was in an uproar.

Shangli is dead.

When the news reached Fu Chen's ears, he had just woken up. Looking at Zhao Yue, who was tilted and numb under the bed, his scalp was rubbing and he was about to draw his sword with his backhand.

As soon as the murderous intent started, Zhao Yue turned over, raised her hand and scratched her hair like a chicken coop, glanced at him, and complained lazily:

"Young people, can't let people sleep for a while?"

Fu Chen gave her a blank look and put away the Yun Yu sword that was unsheathed one foot.

"Yuezun is so old, she has a good sleep. She doesn't wake up even if she makes trouble outside like this."

Zhaoyue yawned, and her clothes slipped down, revealing half of her shoulders. She rubbed her eyes and walked behind the screen in a daze.

Fu Chen, who was sitting on the bed, looked at her fair skin, and her head was like boiling water, and white smoke was emitted.

How did such a person become the ancient Yuezun?!

What do you think of a great god?

The young man whose head was already smoking on his back did not attract Zhao Yue's attention at all. She slowly changed her clothes, took a brush on the table and tied her hair in a bun in three or two. Then she came out from behind the screen, looking at Fu Chen who was already dressed in a regular manner, and stretched again.

He looked at the brush she inserted in shock, and felt a sense of mud in his heart that he could not support the wall, and snorted coldly.

"Just Master Yue is so inseparable from me, so he has to sleep beside me?" His eyes were burning, and he looked at her jaw.

Zhao Yue was quite surprised when she asked. She turned her head to look at his cheek and nodded deeply intentionally: "Well, your highness is right!"

I'll piss you off to death, see what else you can say.

Fu Chen opened and closed his mouth, and was really confused by her answer. He choked back into his stomach and was full.

There are such shameless guys in this world, which is really a shameless person.

When Zhaoyue saw that he couldn't say a word for a long time, she felt relieved and hummed a song.

She sat there alone and had a happy meal. Looking at Fu Chen, who was dark in front of her, her face was not moving, her appetite was wide open and her emotions were very high.

After a long time, Fu Chen finally couldn't help it, so he got up on his own, walked over and opened the wooden door of the yard.

Chongwen stood at the entrance of the yard and walked back and forth for at least half an hour. He didn't know how the ancient Yuezun couldn't help but open the door.

Seeing Fu Chen open the door, Chongwen quickly met him and stretched his head in and looked in: "Xiao Fu Chen, has your master gotten up?"

Fu Chen hugged his chest with his hands and glanced at his back with dissatisfaction: "Get up."

Chongwen squatted down, looked around for a while, and came over and whispered to him: "Shang Li is dead. I heard that Yue Zun had visited the woodshed last night and confronted a man in black. Master Xiaoxian is investigating this matter."

"This is really rare."

Zhaoyue's voice suddenly came from the top of her head, which scared Chongwen. She hurriedly got up to sort out her clothes and bowed: "Yue Zun Zai."

"The children of the Medicine King Gu are all wearing spiritual patterns on their bodies. If they hurt their lives, they will definitely be forced to be activated. Why are they dead?" She took two steps forward, picked up Fu Chen's clothes, and gently pulled him who was standing at the door behind her.

Fu Chen was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the back of the woman in front of him in confusion.

"There is a thing about the spirit pattern, but because the people who paint have different cultivation levels, the degree of resistance is also different. If they exceed the level of the person who paints, it will naturally be invalid."

Zhaoyue thought for a while, and asked Chongwen in front of her for a while, "Can I go and see it?"

When Chongwen heard this, he nodded repeatedly.

He was originally here to invite Zhaoyue to the woodshed, but he really didn't know how to invite him. He couldn't speak for a long time. Now Yue Zun spoke, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The woodshed had already surrounded the three floors of the inner and outer floors of the three floors. Among the crowd, Zhao Yue could see Lin Sheng wearing flowers at a glance.

Fu Chen followed behind with his head down, and saw Lin Sheng from the corner of his eyes. His appearance really looked like a bride waiting to be married.

Seeing Zhaoyue coming, the crowd hurriedly made way a path. At the end of the road, Yun Xiaoxian hurriedly came up and bent down to salute: "Yuezun."

Her eyes passed by Yun Xiaoxian in front of her and glanced at Shangli, who was covered with white lists in the room: "It's a pity for such a young child."

Yun Xiaoxian sighed, raised his hand and pointed to his neck, and said, "It's a pity that cuts the artery straight through with one knife."

Then, he looked at Fu Chen who was standing behind her intentionally or unintentionally.

"What's the most abnormal thing?" Zhao Yue asked.

Standing behind Yun Xiaoxian, the middle-level disciple who was responsible for guarding Shangli, glanced at the three people in front of him with a heavy expression and said, "Since the young master gave Shangli a bottle of Jinchuang medicine, he has been howling day and night, saying that the medicine is poisonous."

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Fu Chen, who was very calm. Now he had no expression on his face and was calm.

But Fuchen's heart was definitely not as calm as he looked at the middle-level disciple, feeling that he had something in his words, as if he was deliberately leading the matter to him.

He could see the disciple's waist card in a real way. This intermediate disciple is named Shan Yulin.

He frowned and continued, "I applied medicine to him last night. As soon as I fell asleep, I heard Yue Zun clash with a masked man in black. He hurriedly chased him out. He went back to the room without seeing anything unusual. Before dawn in the morning, I got up at night and saw that the door of the inner room was wide open. When I went in, I saw that he was already cold and breathless."

After saying that, he shook his head and sighed.

Fu Chen felt something strange when he heard this.

Can something like killing remain silent?

Zhao Yue glanced at the man in front of her and said nothing.

"It must be that the medicine is poisonous!" A sudden sound came, and everyone looked in the sound. The source of the sound was a small servant in the woodshed.

Fu Chen looked up at him and found that he was indeed a face he had never seen before. He stepped forward and bowed in front of Yun Xiaoxian: "God, the medicine was given to me by Senior Brother Chongwen. I thought that he was injured by me and was still doing hard labor. Applying some gold-creation medicine can heal faster."

When he heard that it was Jinchuang medicine given by Chongwen, the servant and Yun Xiaoxian were both stunned.

Chongwen scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "This is indeed the case."

Zhao Yue looked up and down at the servant and smiled, "Think of others as a fool, and the medicine he gave was poisoned, are you afraid that you won't be able to find out on your head?"

The servant nodded tremblingly and whispered: "That must have been killed by the woman in black last night."

Upon hearing this, the intermediate disciple sighed: "Yeah! It makes a lot of sense!"

Lin Sheng, who was standing closest to the inner circle among the crowd, had his face turned pale and white at this time, and he silently took a small step back.

Zhao Yue looked at her sideways, put her hands in her sleeves, and slowly spoke: "Last night, I thought Fu Chen had come back to rest, so I lifted a basin of carbon fire and collided with the woman in black head-on, and then she jumped away with her light skills."

He walked forward for about ten meters and pointed to the charcoal marks that had not been cleaned on the ground. "That's it, at the door of Fu Chen's house."

The word Fu Chen is very important.

The beautiful woman took two steps back. Zhao Yue rubbed her chin as if she had thought of something, turned her head and said to Yun Xiaoxian: "The God of Medicine should check the house carefully. Maybe she can find out something. After all, she came out of this house last night, so if she couldn't save it, she might leave any traces."

Yun Xiaoxian nodded deeply, stood in front of the room with her, looked up and down, and asked, "Did Yue Zun see the face of the man in black clearly last night?"

"It was so wrapped that it was exposed, but the sound was like a young woman, by the way." She said as if she suddenly remembered something, "The charcoal fire splashed and burned her neck and back of her hands, and I saw it."

With this statement, Lin Sheng, who was standing in the crowd, sweated on his forehead and turned around and was about to leave.

"Sister, your earrings."

Fu Chen's pretending to be cute came from behind her. In an instant, this place became the focus of her eyes. The people around her looked at each other. She shivered all over, trying to squeeze out a happy smile, turned around and looked at the boy in front of her, and laughed twice.

But when that gaze fell on the earring with the word "Lin" on his palm, he showed a look of horror.

Fu Chen looked at her and smiled sweetly and brilliantly.

I want to run away, but I have no way.

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Rongluo: No wonder I can’t get into Yue Zun’s eyes like this.

Fuchen:...

Rongluo: Look, after spending decades of sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, I really think you are a stupid person! I didn’t expect it! It’s admirable!

Fuchen:...

Rongluo: The main thing is to have a lesson from the past. Look at the former prince of the Heavenly Clan. If only half of you were there, tear the green tea and remove the flag! That world will definitely be a new look!

Fuchen:...Shut up.
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