Meng Fuyao stopped on the buttons, and when she heard the sound, her first reaction was to gather the clothes.
She was calm and calm when she unbuttoned Di Feitian just now, but now she was so flustered that she wanted to cover her head to toe immediately.
Now there is no way to cover her head to toe in this place, so Queen Meng was quick-witted, and with a cry, she plunged into the bottom of the water...
Someone above laughed lightly, but ignored her, only looked at Di Feitian who was slowly turning around, his eyes flickered, it looked like he was smiling, but there was no warmth in that smile.
Di Feitian was full of desire and was poured into the head, his eyes flashed with anger, but he is also a top person in the world. To a certain extent, he is a person who can be compared with the capital of the top ten, except that one is in the field of martial arts. One is the field of witchcraft. At his level, it is absolutely impossible to lose vigilance just because of disappointment.
Apart from other things, they approached him silently, even if he was too excited and a little dull just now, the other party was really amazing.
He turned his head, still maintaining an elegant demeanor, and said leisurely: "Which one doesn't have eyes? Is there a lesson to be learned?"
A few zhang away, on a light boat, sat a man in a light purple long coat, his belt flying in the wind and his long hair, his posture was more relaxed than his, and his pair of radiant eyes were as deep and changing as the sea water beneath him.
He smiled without saying a word, with cloud traces in front of him, but with his left hand he was stroking a gorgeous, wet flat-haired beast.
Uncle King Kong.
When Di Feitian saw King Kong, his face finally changed slightly.
When the ship sank, he immediately brought Vajra with him. No matter what, the bird still had a key part of his soul. The reason why he didn't have a soul, on the one hand, the soul was still to be purified, and on the other hand, he was somewhat afraid of Meng Fuyao. He didn't want to perform the soul-merging method on the boat, so he was inseparable from this bird, and he didn't give anyone any chance to get closer. However, just now, he was going to have a fierce battle with Meng Fuyao in the water. Naturally, it was impossible to take King Kong with him and throw it into the water On paper light boats.
Now the paper boat is floating beside the light boat, and there is still a rope tied to it. It is obvious that this bastard is approaching silently, and the rope is the first to pull it over.
He has always been indifferent to King Kong, and the people on the ship still don't know that King Kong is actually very important to him. That corner of the soul is his original soul. Without that, he will no longer live forever, and will never enter the realm. In the future, if he fights against the strong, he will also lose his internal energy replenishment, so he is so cautious that he dare not even perform the soul-unifying method on the boat-how does this kid know
From this guy's tone, is Meng Fuyao his wife? Um? There are still people in this world who clearly see their wife being forced to lose their virginity, but still calmly save the person who needs to be saved, grab something that can blackmail others, and then calmly speak out to stop it
It's scary for a person to be so calm, right
Di Feitian stared at Changsun Wuji, and then calculated the possibility of taking back the Vajra, and then realized that although Changsun Wuji was just sitting there casually, there was no empty door in his body, and the power of exhaling and breathing The law is unfathomable, and he can't see his foundation.
Superb martial arts, extraordinary calmness, when did such a genius appear in the Wuzhou Continent
For the first time, a look of wariness appeared in his eyes.
In fact, he didn't know that the reason why he snatched Yunhen back first was because Changsun Wuji knew Meng Fuyao too well - if he didn't pull Yunhen over first, then Meng Fuyao might still be blackmailed because of Yunhen, and in the end it would be hopeless.
As for harming Fuyao for sacrificing a little more color and being looked at a little more—it doesn't matter, you will spit it out sooner or later if you eat me, and you will return it sooner or later after you see me.
Emperor Zhangsun, a famous politician in Wuzhou Continent, has always been very clear about the importance. He has always liked to use the least amount of effort to achieve the greatest effect, and he has always believed that there is no need to rush revenge. Impulse is the devil. Don't worry - it's not that you don't report, it's not the right time, that's all.
Gently stroking Uncle King Kong's bird feathers, Changsun Wuji's gestures are gentler than Uncle Wushen's, but Uncle King Kong, who is fearless and fearless, is very afraid of his appearance, trying to avoid him, shouting: "I don't want you to touch! I don't want you to touch! "
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and lifted the Vajra in Di Feitian's hand, and sighed: "Mr. Di, your precious pet is really interesting, it is worthy of being the soul, and it is very different."
Di Feitian naturally understood what he meant, snorted coldly, reached out to fish out Meng Fuyao, and took out a talisman paper to turn it into a boat, got on the boat and sat down, then said slowly: "So what? The master is still better than you, In your hands is just a pet of the master, but in the hands of the master is your woman."
Changsun Wuji gave a soft "huh", didn't get angry, and ignored him, but looked at Meng Fuyao carefully from the side. He suddenly put away all the indifferent expressions he had been facing Di Feitian, and it was difficult to speak when he stared at Meng Fuyao. However, Meng Fuyao, who watched with dodgy eyes, had a sore nose inexplicably, and almost shed tears.
She blew her nose and thought, what is this all about? Frozen by the sea? Were you weak after fighting for a long time? Have you been oppressed by Di Feitian's high-handed policy for a long time? He couldn't even stand that guy's eyes, seeing that eyes was like being hit by a throwing knife... It's so embarrassing!
However, while scolding for losing face, the eyes surrounded by the gentle sea breeze evoked a heartache, thinking about running wildly that night, falling all the way, losing sight and amnesia, thinking of Feiyan's conspiracy, startling every step of the way, struggling with life and death, Remembering that it was just a few vague words heard through the window, the two were separated. From last autumn to this summer, more than half a year passed like water. When I saw him again, it was actually on the sky sea. The sound, but in the middle there is the most difficult witch god in the world.
Alas, I am so sad, I will see you after a long absence, and there is still a satyr in the way.
On the opposite side, the light boat was swaying, Changsun Wuji stared deeply at Meng Fuyao, from the scars on her body, saw her disheveled clothes, saw her reddish eyes, eyes drooping to hide the emotion in the eyes, but in an instant he raised his eyelashes, Meng Fuyao smiled lightly.
That guy can still laugh, look at his glamorous body, life is going well, right? Oh, by the way, he has been upgraded, he is now the emperor, and the throne in the inner courtyard of the deep palace is magnificent, so he will not be like the fugitive Meng Fuyao, who drifted into the sea and fell into the sea. Even though the upgrade was successful, he always ran into some great people and ended up spending the whole day being bullied...
Meng Fuyao's soreness was over, and he couldn't control his teeth itching again. With his red eyes that hadn't recovered his vision, he gritted his teeth at his eldest grandson Wuji with hatred.
The eldest grandson Wuji finally spoke, with the same gentle tone as before, and said softly: "Fuyao... I am very sorry that I didn't let my father see you."
This sentence immediately knocked down the fragile Xiaoqiangmeng again.
His father... his father passed away, and he couldn't see him for the last time.
What kind of regret and sadness should it be for the eldest grandson Wuji who yearns for the warmth of family affection in his heart
The only father who had truly loved him in his life left, but he wandered outside because of her, and he couldn't serve Tang Yao by his side at the end of his life. Wuji must be very guilty in his heart, right
Meng Fuyao sniffed, and began to feel that she was going too far, um, yes, Meng Fuyao, why do you exist, you are really a villain.
Looking at her expression, Changsun Wuji knew that this lump had been pried, so he dug it again to dig out more of this guy's kindness.
"Father has always wanted to meet you...he knows you."
Meng Fuyao sighed, felt helpless, felt desolate...
Well, the response is good, there is no need to dig deeper, lest I accidentally hurt it, it is too late.
Changsun Wuji immediately changed the subject.
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
His eyes were full of pity, Meng Fuyao's heart was blocked when he saw it, he blinked her rabbit-like red eyes, and said with a bright smile: "It's clear! I can see how many holes there are in the diamond hair!"
King Kong scolded: "Fuck your mother! Master is perfect, where did the hole come from?"
"Should you finish chatting?" Di Feitian finally got impatient, and looked at the two of them with one eyebrow raised and the other lowered, "Doesn't the master exist?"
Meng Fuyao turned his eyes, and answered bluntly: "In a sense, you are like human exhaust gas and dust from the world to me, and they really don't exist."
Di Feitian looked at her with his chin on his back, his eyes were dark, and he murmured for a while: "When the Lord really exists in your body, you will know how great the Lord is."
Meng Fuyao was on fire, his expression changed for a while, he decided not to quarrel with the old rascal, when Huang Hua met the old bird, he would definitely suffer.
But Di Feitian really stretched out his hand, wanting to pull Meng Fuyao's clothes, Meng Fuyao raised his black knife and shouted: "Get lost!"
"We do ours, let him watch if he wants to see it." Di Feitian said indifferently, "No one in the world can snatch back the person I like from me."
Meng Fuyao raised his hand and struck at it.
Say this in front of Changsun Wuji!
It is really intolerable!
She slashed with a strong wind, and swept a deep ditch several feet long on the sea surface with a swish. The waves that had just calmed down suddenly rolled wildly, and hit Di Feitian with her head covered her face.
Di Feitian had never really seen her make a move, so he couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes. Meng Fuyao thought that he would give way anyway, and as long as he gave way, she would have a chance to fly over to join the eldest grandson Wuji, but the look of surprise It disappeared in a flash, and suddenly a finger swiped.
With one swipe, there seemed to be an extra layer of transparent barrier in front of him, like a huge soap bubble, flexible and elastic, even though the wind of Meng Fuyao's saber rolled up the turbid waves and squeezed the transparent space desperately, The space is squeezed so that it deforms and twists, but it never breaks.
But Meng Fuyao was not surprised either, and sneered in response to the sudden sneer, just now he swung forward with the saber, then slashed, without hindrance, made a 90-degree turn in the air, and slashed down to sit on the boat with a smack!
The attack is false, but the splitting of the boat beneath him is true.
As soon as the knife came out, the boat split apart soundlessly, just to separate Meng Fuyao from Di Feitian. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and was about to jump towards the eldest grandson Wuji, but Di Feitian seemed to be smiling too, and suddenly jumped out of his space. Stretching out his hand, with a crackling of joints, the hand doubled in size, grabbed the leaping Meng Fuyao's belt like lightning, and dragged her back with a swish.
Pull it back and put it beside him, this time is even better, there is only half of the boat left, it is pitifully small, Meng Fuyao's clothes are soaked, he is forced to stick close to him, and in a rage he stabs fiercely with a knife, Di Feitian's body But it was as slippery as jade and pure gold, the blade slid across his skin repeatedly, it felt like cutting a bronze statue or dead wood, almost without sparks.
"Come on, don't chop it up, I didn't hurt you decades ago." Di Feitian said sadly, "You cut it all over, and I just remembered, it seems like I haven't bathed for a long time?"
Meng Fuyao collapsed, quickly drew back the knife, and carefully checked whether there were any suspicious muddy substances on the knife.
"I'm not you filthy people. If you don't take a bath for a day, you will get dirty." Di Feitian's expression is looking down on all living beings, full of sympathy and contempt for the little people, "I haven't bathed for thirty years, and my skin still smells fragrant. Don't believe me?" smell?"
After saying that, he really raised his sleeves to let Meng Fuyao hear it, but Meng Fuyao stabbed him under the armpit with a swipe: "Empty door!"
With a clang, the knife slid past.
Meng Fuyao raised his hand and poked him between the eyebrows: "The empty door!"
There is a spark between the eyebrows...
Meng Fuyao turned his stomach with a knife: "The empty door!"
The lower abdomen is like iron, the tip of the knife slipped and hit something downwards, and there was a clang, suspected to be made of King Kong, Meng Fuyao twitched—no wonder the guy said that he could catch sharks by tying a rope and dropping an ingot, it’s so strong …
"Do you think the iron cloth shirt I practiced?" Di Feitian pushed her knife away with one hand, and looked at her with a little scrutiny, "But to be honest, you have already surprised the master, women can be so strong? The top five in the top ten is more than enough, and with time and experience, it is possible to win the world."
Meng Fuyao didn't look at him, but only turned to Changsun Wuji, she could tell that Emperor Feitian was within three feet of him, only Changsun Wuji could get close at present, but Changsun Wuji still had to guard Yunhen, so he couldn't attack her at all. And even in her heyday, she could at most survive under Di Feitian's hands. It was impossible to win, so now, it was even more impossible to escape.
She was a little depressed, Changsun Wuji received her gaze, and smiled comfortingly. Meng Fuyao squinted at that smile, and suddenly felt, what are you depressed about? Although he was in a mess and disheveled, Changsun Wuji was not far away, looking at her with a calm smile, while the waves around him were calm, like a song, and black-winged gulls passed by lightly, rising and falling like musical notes.
Hey, in fact, the world is still full of beauty...
Meng Xiaoqiang, who is resistant to falls and fights, suddenly realized.
So she stopped beating, put away the knife, and used it to pick her nails.
Well, I'm quite tired. Now that the Emperor is here, there is always a solution, and it's time for Her Majesty the Queen to rest.
She turned from a furious tigress to a calm ewe in a split second, and Yidi Feitian's thick black strength couldn't help being startled, and said happily, "Have you figured it out?"
Meng Fuyao flicked the tip of the knife in his hand, pointed it at his throat, and said calmly: "Are you interested in treacherous corpses? Miss, I can't beat you, but killing myself is absolutely no problem, do you want to try?"
Di Feitian raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a toothless expression. The eldest grandson Wuji suddenly said: "Mr. Di, how about a consultation?"
"Um?"
"You have Fuyao, I have Vajra, and it's a stalemate. Do you really want to blow the wind endlessly on this sea?" Changsun Wuji smiled, "I invite Lord Wushen to board the boat and swim in the sky together. Do you dare to accept?"
Di Feitian squinted at him: "Provide your boat for us to join the dual cultivation?"
"If my lord can make Fuyao submit, I have no right to interfere." Changsun Wuji said nonchalantly, "Why don't you make a bet—I bet you don't need to be strong, and you don't need other people's lives to threaten you, and you will never be able to get Fuyao."
Di Feitian smiled and revealed, "You seem to have full confidence in your woman, but you don't know that Fufeng witchcraft has many ways to make a woman submit, even if you don't need that boy to threaten her master, you can make her rush in obediently. You are sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth." Wouldn't it be a pity if I don't laugh at it?" Then he said, "Conditions?"
"My lord allows me to accompany you all the way. If I don't make a move, don't make a move, and don't hurt Fuyao and those around me. If my lord can make Fuyao submit willingly, I will send King Kong back immediately. If my lord loses, please I vowed not to pester him any more, and to rescue him." He pointed to Yunhen beside him.
"I don't like to force women in the first place." Di Feitian looked at him, "Anyway, I'm free, it's done!"
"It's just," Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "Since this brother Yun is exhausted, if you wait until the result of the bet comes out to save you, you'll probably be a bunch of dead bones. If you lose by then, wouldn't it be impossible?" Fulfilling the bet? Then Sir Yu is afraid that his reputation will be damaged, right? Please act first, so as to prolong his life."
"You're doomed, what are you going to save?" Di Feitian sneered.
"Oh, that's fine." Changsun Wuji turned his head, his voice faintly spread across the sea, "Where is the clerk?"
"The minister is here!" Someone on a large ship in the distance replied loudly.
"Make a note on daily life." Changsun Wuji raised his head to the sky, and said slowly, "On the 17th day of the sixth month of the first year of Tianqian, the Emperor and Fufeng Wushen Feitian met in the north of Jueyu, and they made a covenant of heart. However, the bet was not completed, and my lord was afraid of defeat..."
"It's done!" the super face-saving Uncle Di Feitian interrupted, "Stop playing aggressive games, I can save him or put him to death. When you lose, I will kill him with one more finger."
Changsun Wuji smiled and said nothing, waved his hand, the clerk stopped writing, and Changsun Wuji said with great regret: "Oh, my daily life notes are going to be published all over the world in the future, and it would have been a great deal to meet Mr. Wushen at sea. Well, what a pity…”
He stood up with a smile, motioned to the people on the big boat to take over the cloud marks, and stretched out his hand to Di Feitian with a smile and said: "The shaman god has come down, and the scorpion is shining."
Di Feitian carried Meng Fuyao across the air swaggeringly across the sky, and when he passed by him, he said indifferently: "You are amazing, you just gave up your own woman to the Lord calmly in front of her."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes—the bet begins now, the first strategy: divorce.
"Her heart and her body are with her." Changsun Wuji smiled, "I can't give it up, and you can't take it away."
Meng Fuyao gave him another big white eye—then what, shouldn't you fight to get back the "Queen"? So what, aren't you pushing me into the fire pit? So what, you put me in a carnivorous dinosaur and you can still laugh? Ah, is this something that a long-lost reunion who claims to have an unwavering heart should do
What is he planning
She has already seen the big boat brought behind Changsun Wuji, which is also the lights on the sea that she saw when she was knocked down by the waves earlier. It is said that with the power of Changsun Wuji, she designed a siege and thought of a way to cooperate with her. It may not be impossible to escape the witch god's hand , why did he still let him follow, actually want to keep up with the sky all the way, trembling all the way like a ticking time bomb
But no matter what, at least he kept his virginity and continued Yunhen's life for the time being. It wasn't this bet, and it wasn't the eldest grandson Wuji's run on him. Di Feitian would definitely not save Yunhen. It was worth the calculation, Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure on his heart eased a bit.
The very powerful one beside her seemed to guess what she was thinking, and looked over with a gentle smile: "Fuyao, I believe in you."
Meng Xiaoqiang, who was still in doubt just now, immediately became bloody and strong, glanced at Di Feitian who didn't care, and snorted coldly.
My aunt will show you what an indestructible battle fortress is!
Another glance at the eldest grandson Wuji who sold her calmly without any shame or worry.
Why did she feel that the witch god seemed to be tricked by someone again
Why was she not angry when she was sold
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The weird three-person trip on the same boat begins.
Uncle Di Feitian thought, why does that little boy look down on him? Why is he so confident that he can't eat his own woman? He didn't even think about it, with his elegant temperament and elegant temperament, it was really easy to pry Meng Fuyao's lump, using witchcraft was simply a drop in price, and the charm alone could make a beauty bow down to his treasure!
So Meng Fuyao woke up one night, and found that at the cabin door, one person was supporting the bulkhead with the other, with legs crossed, looking down at her in a very chic, melancholy and romantic posture, deep and melancholy.
His eyes were as bright as stars in the darkness, and on his fingertips he picked up a bright and dripping peony flower that was obviously produced by witchcraft.
Master Di Feitian didn't say a word, he felt that silence is better than sound at this moment, and he was extremely flamboyant without saying a word.
How can a woman not love flowers? How can a woman not love masculinity? How can a woman not love him who is leaning against the wall and flirting with flowers under the moonlight
The woman is silent in the dark.
The woman's eyes are piercing, looking like a searchlight from flower to person and from person to flower.
The woman sighed slowly after the Lord Shaman's posture almost froze:
"It's so big..."
Lord Wushen was pleasantly surprised, thinking that his majesty had finally subdued this thorny flower, and couldn't help but ask, "Where?"
The woman continued slowly.
"I say, nostrils."
"..."
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After successfully driving away Lord Wu Shen, Meng Fuyao lay on the bed with his hands on the pillow. After a long while, the ground suddenly cracked, but upon closer inspection, the entire ground stretched and stretched, and when the mechanism was controlled, it slid away silently.
Meng Fuyao didn't move, with his legs crossed, everything he did was like floating clouds.
Someone from the ground slid over like a floating cloud, and with a slight smile, he floated onto her bed. Meng Fuyao kicked it out, cursing in a low voice, "Damn it!"
"I really miss your tone..." A certain person naturally wouldn't die, and lay down beside her, smiling, "It's like three autumns if you don't scold me every day."
Meng Fuyao snorted, didn't move, neither did the person beside him, the familiar strange fragrance was faint, gradually filling the narrow cabin, Meng Fuyao sniffed quietly, feeling that it was the best smell in the world, the corners of his mouth couldn't help it in the dark Bend slightly.
It's been a long time since I had such a peaceful and tranquil state of mind. After going through all the pain, suffering, and homelessness, this moment of warmth and peace is so precious that I want to cry.
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes wide, sniffed her nose, thinking that there will be less and more separation in the front, and there will be no time to gather in the future, why should she be greedy for the extravagant warmth of this intermediate moment? Don't you know that the warmer you are now, the more desolate you will be in the future
She sighed softly, turned over, and said, "I'm going to sleep, so don't mess around here. Although Di Feitian doesn't care about these tricks, it's hard to guarantee that he won't make trouble if he finds out."
"Master Sorcerer God can be said to be a pedantic heaven and man, but he is born with a lack of understanding in one thing." Changsun Wuji's breath brushed against her ears, with a slight smile, "He never studies mechanism formations. He thinks he is a master of witchcraft. , no mechanism can trap him, so he would never think that even though he is next to you and I am next to him, I can actually transfer to you from the cabin on the lower floor."
"Then when will we get rid of that guy?" Meng Fuyao asked suddenly.
The eldest grandson Wuji was silent for a while, and replied: "I can't get rid of it. He casts witchcraft around us. If we leave him, he will find out immediately, and there is no need to get rid of him. If you get rid of him, who will heal the cloud marks for you?"
"Are you so relieved of me?" Meng Fuyao turned her head and looked at him with burning eyes.
Changsun Wuji pinched her nose with a smile, and said: "I don't worry about people in the world, except Meng Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao wanted to let go, but Changsun Wuji didn't let him go. The two had been talking through sound transmission before, and there was no sound in the darkness, but now they gradually began to pant in a low voice and writhed a few times. Pressed down, Meng Fuyao wanted to push away, but the man leaned on her body, stretched out his hand and slowly touched her eyelids, and said in a low, sighing voice: "Fuyao...Fuyao..."
Meng Fuyao's heart softened and her body softened after being called so tenderly by him. He felt the softness of his fingers, brushing against his eyelids like a dream of spring breeze turning into rain and flowers flying freely. The drizzle was moist and warm. , In the dark, crystal flowers bloom.
Immediately afterwards, she felt the fragrance getting stronger, and the touch on the eyes became softer—Changsun Wuji approached her lightly, kissed her eyes, and said, "At the beginning... did it hurt?"
Meng Fuyao shook her head silently, and this shaking seemed to release some crystal liquid from her eye sockets. She wanted to hide it, but Changsun Wuji immediately kissed it, and sighed: "It's always my fault..."
Meng Fuyao is really afraid of his gentleness, she would rather face the wind, frost and sword with harsh words, and she is also afraid of being entwined and rippling around her fingers, like a silent silk cocoon, bit by bit holding her forward, tying her back. Her heart, soaked in blood and trained in the fire, just taken out of the charcoal fire, the bright red and scorching heart, encountered such a warm and cool water surround, it burst into pieces with a "chuck" in an instant...
The person next to the ear said in a low voice: "You are not good either... You promised me something and then broke your promise..."
Meng Fuyao played dumb: "Ah? What? Ah, I forgot to tell you, I lost my memory."
"Have you forgotten me?" Changsun Wuji hugged her, "I wish I could forget you and live my whole life in a daze, rather than being left behind by you all the time and suffering from this long-distance lovesickness."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and said in his heart that people in the world are happy because they know it, and happy because they get it, but they don't know the gains and losses and walk together, in the end it's all suffering.
Even if it is a feast of prosperity, it is difficult to guarantee the desolation after the feast.
The fingers of the person next to him were slightly cold, but their body temperature was warm, like the first snowfall in the extreme north. It was cold when they first encountered it, but after rubbing it between their fingers, it became scorching hot and soaked into the bottom of my heart.
He was the first snow in her life, all glittering and translucent, attracting people to pursue him, but it was a vast expanse with no end in sight.
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It was the first time that the Lord Witch God, who had never chased a woman before, came home in a hurry, and instead of being careless, he was teased. In the next few days of the voyage, he suffered repeated defeats and repeated defeats.
The second time he changed his posture, no longer pointed his nostrils of ecstasy at Meng Fuyao, and romantically invited Meng Fuyao to look at the stars, and Meng Fuyao also watched, while listening to the lord Wushen reciting all the poems related to the stars - I have to say this guy He was really very knowledgeable, he memorized the poems of the stars all night, and even searched out some poems chanted by unknown poets about the stars, but in the end there were no more, and he chanted it by himself, but the level of the chanting was not far behind, making people who are not proficient in poetry Meng Fuyao couldn't help but look at him more, this glance immediately saw the excitement of Lord Wu Shen, and asked quickly: "What do you think?"
Meng Fuyao said deeply: "If happiness is like floating clouds, if pain is like stars..."
Lord Wu Shen looked at her with great interest.
"With you now..."
Lord Witch God sat a little closer.
"My life is really cloudless, the sky is full of stars..."
"..."
After a while, a roar erupted from the bow of the ship.
"Nine tails! When your mother was pregnant with you, did your father travel far away, and then your grandfather knocked on your mother's door?!"
The poor passing innocent Kyuubi who had been scolded by his ancestors for eight generations, hugged his head and ran away in tears...
For the third time, the witch god put on a dark face, lifted Meng Fuyao out, and asked face to face and nose to nose: "What do you not like about me? Tell me, and I will consider changing it."
Meng Fuyao looked at him affectionately, and shouted: "Grandpa..."
"..."
For the fourth time, the witch god stood in front of Meng Fuyao's hatch, did not speak, did not give way, and looked down at Meng Fuyao with absolute coercion.
Meng Fuyao sighed, and asked sincerely: "What do you like about me?"
Lord Wushen's eyes lit up, and he felt that since he had started to communicate, there was a door, so he immediately replied: "Beauty, figure, big breasts..."
"Can't I change it?"
"..."
In the uninterrupted offensive and defensive confrontation, the ship docked.
At this point, we have really entered the realm of the sky.
In the past few days, Meng Fuyao resisted the Lord Wushen during the day, but at night he was "fooling around" with his eldest grandson Wuji. As he approached the shore, his eldest grandson Wuji's brows became more and more worried. Meng Fuyao looked at him, although he didn't ask a word, but he felt uneasy in his heart. What kind of country is the mysterious firmament that can make the fearless eldest grandson Wuji worry
She had asked Changsun Wuji about the constitutional state system in advance, and Changsun Wuji answered very simply, this is a theocratic country, there is no royal family, the supreme ruler is the master of the Evergreen Temple, under the Evergreen Temple, there are branch temples in various states, Under the branch halls are the altars of each city, and under the altars are branch altars. The political institutions under them are similar to those of other countries, except that the power and theocracy are unified. It is extremely high, and the personnel in the branches of the Evergreen Temple are highly respected by the people of the country. Although all the people in the sky are believers in the temple, those who are truly qualified to become a member of the temple must be outstanding. People who have passed the strict examination of the temple, so these people are also extremely authoritative in the local area.
Changsun Wuji's boat slowly enters the port. After Juyu Haigu, the Ehai Sea that enters the sky is gradually shrinking. When it reaches the nearest port, it is already a narrow river. At the same time, the other boat looks very grand. The two boats were both big, and the river was packed to the brim. When the boat entered the port, Meng Fuyao was meditating, and Changsun Wuji was also in the cabin. For the last step, the other party should be allowed to go first, but Uncle Di Feitian didn’t know what it means to let go in his life. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the sailor: "What are you looking at? Let's go!"
This walk, the other party hadn't fully entered the port, the hull of the ship tilted suddenly due to the crowding, and the other party's sailors were also fierce, and hurriedly stabilized the rudder, turned around with a bang, and slammed into Zhangsun Wuji's boat with a slam, and the two ships It was like wrestling against the narrow river channel, and it was impossible to move any more.
Amidst the screams, Di Fei looked up at the sky and sneered, a group of men in white clothes suddenly came out of the other ship, their robes fluttered and their faces were cold and serious, they stood at the bow, their posture and expressions were as cold as ice sculptures, the temperature on all sides seemed to have dropped several times in an instant Spend.
First, each person raised his hand and hollered to unfurl a silver silk banner. On the banner, there are continuous snow-capped mountains, and above the clouds on the top of the mountain, there are faintly continuous palaces.
The people on the shore were all watching the fun, but now they all exclaimed in unison and knelt down with a shua.
At the same time, the flag bearer looked coldly at the neighboring boat and said word by word:
"The palace envoy is going on patrol on behalf of the heavens. Who on the opposite boat dares to attack? Come out quickly and kneel down to meet the palace envoy!"
His voice is not high, but his inner strength is extremely strong, splitting the air like ice flakes and spreading far away.
"If you disobey it, you will destroy it on behalf of the heavens!"