Hearing Zhao Yue's words, the Red Fox Shangli, who had broken legs lying beside him, shouted at the top of his voice: "Nonsense! He is clearly a wild fox in the Medicine King Valley! Which family of scattered immortals are you? You dare to lie in the Medicine King Valley!"

After listening to this passage, she glanced at Yun Xiaoxian and saw his forehead sweating and grinning with embarrassment.

"I am really the disciple of the Medicine God. Even the tone is so similar, so I should beat you."

He glanced at Fu Chen who was kneeling on the ground: "Wild Fox? The youngest son of the fox emperor Xuanzhi, in order to thank Fu Chen, the prince of the Heavenly Clan who was kind to the fox clan, gave him an exact name, concealed his identity and sent it to the Medicine King Valley to practice. When you reach your red fox, you will become a wild fox?"

In an instant, the disciples of the Medicine King Valley present looked at me and I looked at you. The sound of howling just now was so loud that it disappeared in an instant. They opened their mouths and looked at the woman in black standing beside Fu Chen. A jade flute in her hand was quite eye-catching.

"I cherish my talent and secretly accepted a closed disciple. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Yun Xiaoxian smiled flatteringly and was about to nod, when the Red Fox Shangli shouted again: "What are your abilities? How dare you call yourself the deity in my Medicine King Valley! You don't know that my master is the Medicine God! The Supreme God! The All Worlds and Eight Desolations..."

"Chongwu!" Yun Xiaoxian's head turned black and his scalp was numb, and he shouted loudly, "Send him to the woodshed! You are punished as a servant! If you don't have me, you are not allowed to release it!"

Chongwu took two steps at once, resisted the fat boy and hurriedly went down the ladder.

"Oh, I'm not strict in discipline, so Yue Zun laughed..." Yun Xiaoxian sighed and shook his head.

Zhaoyue raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The rope that had originally tied him up fell to the ground like a straw rope.

Seeing that the lock body curse on his body had been cleared, Yun Xiaoxian quickly tidied up his clothes and bowed to Zhaoyue: "Thank you, Yuezun."

The juniors around the stage originally wanted to complain together, but now they saw Yun Xiaoxian saluting the woman in black, and personally helped Fu Chen who was kneeling on the ground, and they all ran away.

Only the servant from the Medicine Storage Pavilion was left, and his whole body was twisting like lice, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Fu Chen walked over with a look of contempt and stretched out his hand: "Take it!"

The servant squeezed out a smile he thought was the brightest, and wilted for a moment, laughing.

Seeing that he was not moving, a light flashed across Fu Chen's eyes, he sneered and took a breath.

Turning back, his deep eyes were filled with tears, and he felt aggrieved as if he was about to cry. He looked at Zhaoyue and said tremblingly: "Master, he took my money bag."

Seeing him crying, Zhaoyue and Yun Xiaoxian were both shocked.

"No, no, no! Just one gold coin!" When the servant heard his complaint, he waved his hand and quickly touched one from his waist.

Zhao Yue, who was caught off guard by this outstanding acting skills, held her expression tightened and glanced at Yun Xiaoxian, who was stunned beside her seriously.

I heard Fu Chen's voice tremble slightly, and he rang very sadly: "It's clearly a wallet!"

This heavy low growl completely confused the servants of Chuyao Pavilion.

"Master, my disciple was ordered to buy gold-creation medicine. The servant said two gold coins a bottle. I took out the purse before I opened it, and he took it all over it!" As he said, the tears fell like beads. "The living expenses my master gave me on weekdays are all there, and there are at least thirty or fifty pieces. My disciple has never been willing to use them!"

Seeing him talking lies with his eyes open and his eyes were seamlessly opened, Zhao Yue turned around and looked at Yun Xiaoxian with a very awkward and ugly expression very seriously.

"The God of Medicine...is...isn't it..." She said in a deep voice, with displeasure.

Yun Xiaoxian wiped his sweat and nodded unstoppably: "Chongwen, take a hundred gold coins and return them to the little prince."

Then he bowed and apologized to Zhaoyue: "After all, I am from the Medicine King Valley, in addition to revealing it, I hope Yue Zun is also willing to forgive me."

Looking at his appearance, Zhao Yue glanced at Fu Chen who was crying, and smiled and showed a look of how embarrassed he was, and waved his hand: "What I said is, Jinchuang Medicine, two golds and one bottle, the price of Medicine King Valley is a bit high."

Yun Xiaoxian knew that he was in the wrong, so he sighed: "What Yue Zun said is that I will investigate now and let Yue Zun's disciples suffer grievances. The money is nothing. The extra part is just to be considered as my disciples on their behalf to apologize to the little prince."

After saying that, he bowed deeply again.

She glanced at Fu Chen, who was still crying, walked over and hugged him. You patted his back lightly like a child in his arms: "Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you see, everyone will apologize for you."

While saying that, he nodded and smiled at Yun Xiaoxian, and slowly went down the mountain.

Along the way, Fu Chen lay on her shoulder and cried loudly, and she had to cooperate with him to show a heartache. But when he stepped into the best hospitality courtyard in Medicine King Valley, the wooden door of the yard slammed and closed, the child who was still crying just now had a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In just a moment, Zhao Yue shook him with the momentum. The stone in his hand, with a force of energy piercing the rainbow, rushed from top to bottom to the sky. The moment it penetrated through the clouds, even the clouds were shaken out of a big hole.

Seeing him wanting her life so seriously, Zhao Yue frowned and said:

"I said you, you really can't learn."

Then, he carried the collar of his neck and placed him on the ground.

Fu Chen patted the dust on his body and snorted coldly.

"Don't think I can still avoid it next time."

She raised her eyes and smiled, "I still can't hit the original deity many times, unless you can regain the dragon body, it's almost the same."

After saying that, he walked into the house.

This prince Fuchen made a hundred gold in vain with a good show. Is he really the foolish prince in the Ninth Heaven?

When Fu Chen heard her intentionally or unintentionally chasing her, she hurriedly asked: "Where is this dragon body now?"

Zhao Yue stopped, thought for a moment, turned her head to speak to him, "It was said to be buried in Wuwang Sea, but in fact it was thrown into Zhuxiantai by Fusang and destroyed in ashes."

"What?!" Fu Chen was stunned.

Although Fusang is a man who is cautious and considerate in everything, he really couldn't have imagined that this half-brother could do something like this.

Zhaoyue ignored all his surprise, pushed open the door of the house, raised her foot and stepped in.

The good wine and dishes prepared in the Medicine King Valley in the house were already full of tables. Seeing Fu Chen following in behind, she put on a barrier with her backhand, isolated the two of them from the outside world.

"Fusang is afraid that you will be resurrected, and no one related to you is spared. Your mother's immortal clan was inexplicably attacked by the demon clan, and no one left. The Heavenly King died inexplicably, and he was afraid that you would be reborn.

I was afraid that he would try his best to get the Xuanyuan Sword and ask you to call it back."

Fu Chen sat on the Eight Immortals Chair in the house and poured a cup of tea: "What do he want Xuanyuan Sword to be?"

"Of course I want to be the co-lord of the world and the world in all directions, and to become the ancient emperor after the heavenly tribulation."

Fu Chen looked at his face reflected in the tea and sneered: "Don't tease me."

"I also think it's funny. The ancient artifacts have always been chosen by themselves, and it's not that anyone can be the master if they take them away." Zhao Yue sat in front of the delicious food table, reached out to hold a chopstick and put it in her mouth. "Where is, he didn't wake up the artifact that had sealed the sword, so he gave birth to a little prince to cultivate it from scratch."

Fu Chen's eyes darkened.

Fusang and Lingwo’s children…

Zhao Yue looked at his somewhat dim look and smiled.

"But let me tell you the good news, that little prince is not a dragon."

Not a dragon? No matter who the descendants of the dragon clan are married to, as long as one party is a dragon, the descendants are all dragon clans. This little prince is not a dragon?!

"Don't get me wrong. Fusang is indeed a dragon. As for why the little prince is not a dragon, it's hard to say."

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【Fu Chen grew up】

Yue: Why are you dependent on me?

Chen: I have no money.

Yue: If you don’t have money, you can earn it yourself! You can even betray your appearance without worries about food and clothing!

Chen: I have no money.

Yue:... Can we not mention money?

Chen: You have flat chests.
Chapter completed!