The boy with his feet on the ground, with a hint of shyness, did not turn his face, for fear that she would see a flush on his cheeks.

He raised his hand and carefully tidied his clothes. After a while, he glanced at her sideways: "Why can Yue Zun touch the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Zhaoyue supported her head with her hands, looked at him with a shy look, and smiled and said, "Who knows this."

She may not know.

This unique and great artifact that won the world was accompanied by the ancient emperor's time traveling through the ancient times.

Just because of his explanation before the disaster, Zhao Yue became the second master of the sword.

Seeing her smiling, he clearly showed that he would not tell you, so he did not ask.

There are so many mysteries in this woman, her origin, her past, and her real purpose in helping herself, so far, have been an unknown black hole for Fuchen.

It was like a trap, but he had to step into it.

Now he does not have the ability to compete with him, nor the power to cover the sky with his own hands.

Without saying anything, neither happy nor sad, he walked out of the living yard with his hands behind his back and walked towards the woodshed.

He has never liked to ask questions in detail. Since this woman is unwilling to tell him, he is also tactful and does not ask.

These worries are like the years he once faced alone, the conspiracy and darkness of invisible light, if you don’t look for them, he is there. In a thousand years, time will naturally give you the answer.

With my hands behind my back, I looked at the familiar woodshed in front of me. In just two days, things have changed.

He is no longer the little fox who is bullied and dares to show up even if he is bullied, and the busy and hurrying crowd in front of him is no longer the way he used to look down on people.

This small courtyard was once where the little prince of the fox clan had lived for decades. A thatched hut with leaks of wind and rain, three or five low-level labourers were crowded together, laying a few layers of straw, and then it became his bed.

I slept here all night the day before yesterday, and I was the first of the events I didn’t want to experience again.

For him, the prince of the Heavenly Clan, such a living environment is simply unimaginable.

The Nine Heavens are brilliant and lush, and the golden and blue are luxurious. Even the worst corner is thousands of times better than this place.

He stepped into the ragged eaves, the damp and cold room. The place was cleaned clean and neatly at this moment. There were a few new clothes in the empty small wardrobe, with more than a dozen copper plates on it.

Seeing these things in front of him, Fu Chen reached out to pick up the copper plates, rubbed them on his fingertips for a few times, and then put them back in place.

On the big kang that was stretched out, Fu Chen lay there in the small corner where the little prince of the fox clan often curled up. He slapped the wall a few times, and reached out and took it in.

He was stunned for a moment, and then touched it carefully for a long time, but it was still empty.

No more?!

The waist pendant of the fox royal family and the last relic of the little fox mother, he has hidden it for decades and is gone?

I was stunned for a moment, lowered my head and looked carefully for a long time. The hole as big as a bowl was really empty and nothing was left.

He took a deep breath and sat on the head of the bed in a daze.

The person who knew he had a piece of jade would never have a second person except for the penniless "good friend" who deceived him. The younger sister who was a little older than him, the one who made him a friend's brand and asked him to work hardworking alone to help her make money.

After a long time, he sneered.

Just as I was worried about how to teach you a lesson, you even delivered it to the door by yourself.

In the corner of the wood-room yard, Shang Li had white cloth wrapped around his legs, and was under the supervision of a handsome middle-level senior brother. The child, who was not old but extremely fat, twisted his fat body and waved the axe in his hand hard, but failed to chop into the middle of the wood for a few strokes.

Looking at his group of appearances, Fu Chen sneered, stood up in front of him, and his contemptuous eyes pierced straight into the body of the child in front of him like a knife.

Shangli was depressed.

The little white fox, who was originally trampled by himself, has now become the closed disciple of the Gu Yuezun. In the blink of an eye, the crow flew up to the branch and turned into a phoenix. He was full of jealousy, and it seemed that fire could be emitted from his eyes.

Taking advantage of the unpredictableness of his senior brother, he waved the axe in his hand and chopped it straight up.

Fu Chen sneered and stamped his feet.

Suddenly a burst of spiritual power burst out from his body, shaking the red fox ten meters away, and lying on the ground.

Extremely ugly.

This time, the entire woodshed panic. The middle-level disciple who was guarding him hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him: "Show mercy."

He ignored it and walked straight forward. His figure was so majestic that he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at a piece of dirty thing, he glanced at Shangli on the ground with disgust, listening to his constant "Ouch" sound.

After a long time, he squatted down, looked at him with murderous intent, and smiled lightly: "Don't think it's over. Throw me down the canyon. I'm the one who has died once. You have to die for a while to be considered as a smear."

Although the voice was small, every word was heard into the red fox's ears. The originally jealous anger in his eyes rang in his mind word by word, and his eyes gradually turned into a color of fear.

At this moment, he finally realized that the person in front of him was completely different from the skinny wild fox he had known before.

After a while, he pursed his lips: "You, who are you?"

Seeing the fearful face radiating from his greasy face, Fu Chen did not answer his words, snorted coldly and stood up, throwing a bottle of Jinchuang medicine at the middle-level disciple of the Medicine King Valley.

"If you have a hard time, apply it to his legs once in the morning and evening, which can relieve his pain."

The cold sound caused the temperature of the entire woodshed to freezing point.

Shangli, who was lying on the ground, looked at the bottle of golden medicine he threw over, and his fear finally spread to the soles of his feet, and his little face turned pale.

He knelt in front of him in a hurry and kowtowed hard: "Please let me go! Let me go! It's wrong for me to throw you down the canyon. I deserve it! Please don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The pair of fox-eared boys didn't look back.

The middle-level disciple looked at his leaving figure, looked at the red fox with a scared face and helped him up with some concern: "You said you threw him down the canyon?"

The dust and tears on Shangli's face mixed together, and her whole face was exhausted.

"...I threw him from the canyon into the master's maze."

This sentence was quite surprising. The man next to him said incredibly "ah" and opened his mouth wide: "It is hard to break the master's maze even with the gods. Wouldn't it be a disaster for you to throw him in to harm people's lives?"

Shangli lowered his head and said nothing.

If he knew that what he had done on impulse would have resulted in the future, he would definitely not have done such a whim.

Thinking of this, tears flowed down again, pulling the boy's clothes beside him, and whimpered, "Senior Brother, save me! Senior Brother, save me!"
Chapter completed!