SFS Chapter 161 The Supreme God Who Died Tragically Without Returning from the Tribulation 36
Chapter 161 The Supreme God Who Died Tragically Without Returning from the Tribulation 36
General Meng applied medicine to himself slowly, how could he think that this guy was a good person? He deliberately set a trap for him and let His Highness hear it, but he obviously didn't know anything at all!!!
"It's a pity that His Highness is in seclusion. He will probably become a god when he comes out, and you will have to take the blame." The chief steward sipped his tea leisurely, shook his head, and gloated over his misfortune.
"I think you've become stupid after being in office for so long, right? What is Bai Ze's magical power? Don't you know? Even if that's the case, you'll still get beaten up!" At most, he'll get beaten up first! One day, he'll set a trap for this old Deng!
"Whether His Highness punishes me or not is his business, but I can punish you now, so you better behave yourself!" He looked threateningly.
There is no age in cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed. Bai Ze, who has been in seclusion in Mu Qing Palace, has not come out yet. He is receiving the inheritance information, and the aura around him has become increasingly quiet, just waiting to explode.
The sky is full of colorful clouds, phoenixes are circling, dragons and phoenixes are presenting auspicious signs, and the long-lost Lingxing Mountain (the residence of the donor god) reappears in front of the immortals, and the barrier opens to welcome the guests.
Feng Luo, who was playing chess on Huaying Island, didn't even notice where the chess piece fell to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on Ling Xingshan's direction, and her hands pinched her thighs hard. Tan Yue is back???
"Just go and take a look." Jiuli waved her sleeves and put away the chessboard.
"Your Highness is right. I lost my composure." He rubbed his cheek. He was the Lord of Fire! Stay calm!
Two streams of light shot up into the sky. Jiuli tilted her head and saw Feng Luo hooking the shawl in her hand with a long ribbon. When she saw Jiuli looking at her, she gave a flattering smile.
"Your smile makes me want to beat you up." You really deserve a beating.
"Your Highness, the Golden Crow's transformation into a rainbow is faster than my Phoenix Feathers." He put away his smile. Does he really deserve a beating? No? ? ?
When the two men landed on the ground, a figure in a black robe appeared on the top of the mountain. He was wearing a black and red robe, a leather corset around his waist, and a short sword hanging from his waist. His sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were full of righteousness, and his sword energy soared into the sky.
A trace of doubt flashed in Tan Yue's eyes. How did Feng Luo get together with this prince? He stepped forward to meet him.
"Long time no see," he greeted in a familiar manner.
"It's been quite long indeed. Why don't you invite us in to sit down?" Feng Luo quickly touched Tan Yue's butt and pinched it shamelessly. Is it alive? It's soft and quite comfortable.
"Feng Luo?!" Tan Yue looked back and gritted his teeth. He drew out the long sword hanging on his waist and placed it directly on Feng Luo's neck.
"I'm making sure you're alive. This is the right reaction." He smiled like a dog and carefully moved the sword away with his fingertips.
After seeing the whole process of Feng Luo's humiliation, Jiuli suddenly felt that Feng Luo was actually a good person. At least this treatment had nothing to do with her.
"Your Highness, please forgive me for making you look so embarrassed." Soon realizing that there were outsiders, Tan Yue quickly put away his anger and put on a smile, only looking at Feng Luo dangerously from the corner of his eye. He would be beaten in the future.
"It's okay. This is the first time I've seen Feng Luo act so wildly."
Jumpy? The corner of his mouth twitched. He was over 100,000 years old. Was it really okay to describe him as jumpy? Looking at Feng Luo's dark face, well, it was good. He was jumpy and shameless!!!
Feng Luo took the lead and walked inside, while Tan Yue stayed outside and continued to greet other gods, persuading them to leave with "kind words".
"Jinyan Hall is the donor's residence. This is the orchard. I got my favorite Fire Dragon Fruit here," he said as he walked, sounding very familiar. "Your Highness should like it too."
"It contains a trace of dragon energy, but at our level of cultivation it's just an ordinary fruit. It tastes pretty good."
Jiuli took the Fire Dragon Fruit, wiped it, and took a bite. It felt like eating an apple, with rich sweet juice.
"Not bad, right? These are all mine," he said with pride in his eyes.
"Very good," he nodded, the taste was acceptable.
"I'll give you half." Feng Luo waved her sleeves to collect all the fruits, and generously gave half to Jiuli.
As for the real owner of this place, Tan Yue? Feng Luo said that what is his is mine, and what is mine is still mine.
When Tan Yue came in, he saw that his fruitful orchard was empty. He entered the house in the morning, the fruits were harvested at noon, and the thieves came at night. He knew it was Feng Luo who did it without even looking!
"Tanyue, your fruit is old and not very delicious," he hesitated and gave Tanyue two, he still had to support his family! The little phoenix needed a lot of fire spirit power.
"Well, eating can't stop you from talking!" Tan Yue took the fruit, ate it in a few bites, and his eyes were slightly hot. Only this idiot came here, his former friend and disciple? He didn't even show his face!
"Tan Yue just came back, and he doesn't understand many things. Feng Luo, you talk to him more. I'll leave first." Looking left and right, if Feng Luo didn't have a little phoenix at home, she would suspect that the two were having an affair. The affectionate look in their eyes made her feel uneasy.
"Goodbye, Your Highness." Weiwei stood up and saw him off respectfully.
"What's going on between you and Xian'an? Why can't I feel Xian'an's breath? Has he returned to chaos?" Tan Yue asked.
"You don't remember what happened after you died?" Feng Luo frowned. Why did he feel that Tan Yue was weird?
Logically, he shouldn't forget who he gave his body to, right? How could this be so stupid? Or was it a fake?
"I only remember that I died in Mingluo River, and I don't remember anything after that." I thought carefully but didn't see anything. "I don't remember anything after that. Do you think I'm fake?"
Tan Yue was almost amused by this. If he was fake, then Ling Xingshan's restriction would never be opened. He thought Feng Luo had become smarter, but it turned out that this intelligence was his innate talent?
"I didn't say that. There are clues about Xian's whereabouts in your heavenly coffin. As for the other things, I'm still investigating." He subconsciously concealed the information about the other demons and let him confirm it first.
"It's not Xian'an. If you say that he would fall in love with someone, it's impossible. Xian'an has no romantic feelings," he tried to recall.
"Oh? Forget it, I'll ask Xian'an when he comes back." Unless he was possessed by a demon, how could his memory be wrong?
After returning to Huaying Island and sitting at the desk, Jiulitai looked up in the direction of Daoming Palace. Xian'an has prepared everything and is waiting for your return. How can there be a good thing that does not require a price?
"Zero, notify it and let them restore their memories."
Ling Ling stood up, rubbed his eyes, and agreed.
"Okay, master." It also asked for the territory where the adults lived back to the master, which looked beautiful.
As for not agreeing? Then it will be beaten!!!
"Just wait for Xian An to come back and recover." No regrets in making a move, isn't that fair? Follow the will of heaven? How could you forget that cultivators are against the will of heaven? What good will it be for those who follow the will of heaven?
"Okay, master." As soon as the words fell, Ling Ling rushed out quickly. As for the herbs to be collected, most of them were already in place.
As the prosperity fades away, his eyes become calm and the corners of his mouth curl up.
"You want to avenge yourself? Destroy your sword and break your spirit. Go ahead," he said slowly like a whisper between lovers.
After the prosperity faded, the sword rang continuously, as if it understood the master's meaning, and a sword light shot up into the sky. Jiuli had nothing in his hand, and when he approached Bai Xianrui, it split into thousands of short sword phantoms that shuttled through Bai Xianrui's body.
Want to die? That's impossible!