【81】

The next morning, the faint sunlight had just fallen into the inner room, and Fu Chen, who was lying on the couch, opened his eyes and looked at the dim morning light.

There was a smell of a man named Luo Chen on the big tree outside the house all night. Before he could get up, he snorted coldly.

It seems that Fusang's eyeliner and minions finally went deep into places like Kunlun Palace. This place should have been a pure land that did not care about the world, but now it cannot escape the interference of the Heavenly Lord.

He slowly stood up and saw the woman sleeping under the bed at a glance. She was obviously the one who called the cold yesterday, but now she was the one who kicked the quilt in only one corner.

Fu Chen bent down, pulled the corner of her quilt, and covered her body.

The woman in front of her was sleeping face without any warning, a faint blush on her cheeks, and a steady and gentle breath made Fu Chen feel a little stunned. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead.

It really starts the same every day. It is obvious that she slept in bed last night, and when she woke up, she changed places with him again.

In Fu Chen's eyes, this woman was still not good at learning, but she refused to look like a woman. She was obediently held in his arms, protected and taken care of by him. Wouldn't that be good?

This thought flashed through my mind, and Fu Chen smiled awkwardly.

Yes, now I have no capital to protect her, take care of her, and embrace her? Not only that, I even need to hide under her wings to get a safe roof.

"I said, if you don't draw your sword, I thought it was the man from the tree who entered the house!"

Zhao Yue, who was gently stroked by him, lay on the ground, frowned, staring straight at Fu Chen's hand on his forehead, and tilted his mouth and started chatting dissatisfiedly.

Fu Chen frowned slightly. The woman looked like this now, no matter from any angle, she looked a little too ungrateful.

He raised his hand and stood up and looked at her with disgust. He looked sleepy and ungrateful, but he just couldn't take his eyes away.

Her fair skin, the slightly flushed brows on her cheeks, even the frowns looked a bit cute.

Fu Chen pushed open the door and took a deep breath in the first ray of wind in the cold morning.

During the day, the boy on the tree was silent and there was almost no movement. Zhaoyue sorted out her clothes, pulled her collar, and glanced at the big tree outside the courtyard: "Your Tian Clan's way of treating guests is unheard of. If it weren't for the Kunlun Palace, I would have done it long ago."

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered coldly: "This is not the way to treat guests in the Heavenly Clan, this is the way to treat guests in Fusang."

The breeze moved slightly, brushing through every corner of the yard. The bare branches of the ginseng fruit tree slightly blocked Luo Chen's surveillance gaze. He was a little annoyed and gently climbed up another branch.

"I won't talk about this for now, do you really want to participate?" Zhao Yue stood at the door of the house with her hands behind her back, turned her head to look at Fu Chen, who was sitting in front of the desk, wearing a fox fur and a white robe, and burying her head in reading.

"Take it seriously." He answered calmly without raising his head, "I just thought that if the immortal body belongs to the ancient emperor, Yue'er, you know it would be a trap, and you would rush up without hesitation."

The breeze blew a wisp of hair on her forehead. When Fu Chen savored this, there seemed nothing wrong with it. She nodded slightly, stepped over the threshold, gently pushed open the door of the living yard, and walked towards the Tai Chi Hall.

Fu Chen, who was in the room, watched her figure gradually disappear, closed the book in his hand with a "bang", jumped off from the desk, took off the fox fur on his body, changed into a dress that had been pressed down at the bottom of the box in the Medicine King Valley, and stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked around.

It’s not that Hongjun’s ancestor buried his slaughter, it really looks like a poor servant.

Unfortunately, he never saw the original white clothes after being taken away by Zhao Yue. The golden clothes on his body made him look less conspicuous.

It's better than wearing black clothes.

Afterwards, Fu Chen quietly covered his breath from the corner of the back window of the house and disappeared into a small wood not far behind the yard.

Zhao Yue came to Kunlun Palace for the sake of the ancient scroll left by the emperor, but Fu Chen came to Kunlun Palace to save his master.

Five hundred years ago, Fuchen attacked the rebellious crocodile tribe in the South China Sea. At the extreme of the path of poor mountains and bad waters, he forced the crocodile tribe into a desperate situation of genocide.

When they faced the absolutely powerful heavenly soldiers and generals, they knew that they were powerless to make a comeback, so they came up with a vicious plan to take the lead and both lose the defeat - to pull the demon clan into the quagmire of this war.

The method really worked. In order to avoid the unnecessary casualties of the soldiers of the Heavenly Clan, Fuchen could only slow down his progress. However, the demon clan was like a ball of black fog like a shadow, gathering in confusion beside his 100,000 soldiers.

The leader of the demon clan at that time nakedly turned his bloody sword against Fu Chen's chest.

They are not afraid of anything and can abandon anything, but only the life of this prince of the Heavenly Clan.

Because of the fear of the Xuanyuan Sword's power to destroy the world, and the extremely excellent and powerful prince Fuchen, the demon clan was willing to do his best to die in Qiongqi Dao with the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in front of him.

In the final battle, the generals of the demon clan surrounded Fu Chen, holding a dagger with seven different colors of beads inlaid with them. On the battlefield where the killing was shouting and killing, filled with blood and sorrow, he used his own death as bait, and raised the dagger high as the moment the Xuanyuan Sword immersed in his chest.

At that stall, in just a blink of an eye, the sound of the sharp blade stabbing into the flesh and blood with a puff.

In front of him, the woman in white spread her arms and blocked Fu Chen behind her, while the dagger was slightly tilted and did not pierce her heart.

That person is the Supreme God of Pure Yuan.

When a heavy rain ended the battle, Chun Yuan Shangshen inserted the dagger with black smoke in his chest and staggered and half-kneeled on the ground.

She looked up slightly, looked at Fu Chen who was anxious, and gently stroked his cheek.

Fu Chen clearly remembered that the last sentence that the Lord Chun Yuan said was: If you can’t hurt the Yuan Shen, you will be fine if you sleep for a hundred and eight years.

After saying that, he praised himself and fell asleep.

But it was not as good as she said that it would be enough to sleep for a hundred and eight years. Time flies, and it took more than five hundred years until Fu Chen died under the sword of a traitor. He could not wait for news of her awakening.

The Pure Yuan Supreme God who has taken care of him for thousands of years and treated him with strictness but exuded the breath of relatives has become a knot in Fu Chen's heart.

In just a hundred years, why did the sleeping Pure Yuan Shen become an immortal body without spiritual consciousness? This is something he was eager to figure out.
Chapter completed!