Qiao Wantang may not be as shrewd as Jiang Changnian, but based on the intelligence clues provided by Song Panyang, a familiar figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.
A dignified and elegant beautiful woman, pregnant with the second-ranked twin god Yu Gui.
The Dharma-like supernatural powers she possesses are exactly the twin souls that others dream of.
No matter what her purpose is by borrowing the second soul to reincarnate into three thousand small worlds, its effect will definitely far exceed that of ordinary soul reincarnation.
"Empress Yuehua, Xia Baiyou."
Qiao Wantang suddenly woke up and was shocked beyond measure.
She sat blankly on the golden chair and said with a slightly hollow look in her eyes: "Xia Baiyou is dead, but Su Xinglan, who had a private life with her, is still alive."
"Not only is he alive, but under the arrangement of chance and coincidence, he even broke through the shackles of China in one fell swoop and successfully broke through to the true fairyland, and ascended to the fairyland with Suning."
"The most outrageous thing is that he is no longer the Su Xinglan he was before."
"He was accepted as a direct disciple by Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of Wudian, and became a noble being beneath one person and above ten thousand people."
"Yuehua she..."
Qiao Wantang shook his head to himself and said solemnly: "If Su Xinglan is allowed to know that the wife he has loved his whole life is the reincarnation of Yuehua's Dharma Spirit, then..."
"I'm afraid something is going to happen, something big."
Song Panyang remained silent, not daring to express his opinions.
He lowered his head and secretly looked at the woman talking to herself on the throne.
The long blue brocade dress with lace-embroidered tulle skirt covers the slender snow-white legs, revealing smooth and delicate calves.
White, white is dazzling and extremely tempting.
"Gulu."
The Adam's apple rolled, and Song Panyang's mouth was dry.
He couldn't help but move his gaze, extending up from the woman's calf bit by bit.
"you......"
Qiao Wantang was about to ask about other doubts that Song Panyang had discovered in the small world of China, but at this moment, she was keenly aware of the fiery aura coming from below.
It's the man's suppressed breathing, and his eyes are full of desire like a monster.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, with a sarcastic look on his face.
The woman on the throne gathered her broken hair around her ears, curved her lips and said with a smile: "I have always liked upright gentlemen, not shameless villains who hide their heads and hide their tails."
"If you want to see it, see it openly."
"You are my most capable helper, the Eastern Immortal King I trained with my own hands."
"Why, are you afraid that I will blame you?"
Song Panyang fell to his knees with a "bang" and apologized with fear: "Emperor and Empress, please calm down. I am confused for a moment."
Qiao Wantang sneered and said, "It's boring to have a thief's heart but not the courage. It's very boring."
With that said, she stood up slowly, walked up the stairs to Song Panyang, and said with a narrow smile: "Don't fight my idea."
"You can think about it, but it won't have any effect at all."
"It doesn't matter you, or the group of self-righteous hypocrites in the outside world."
"You all can't even enter my eyes, let alone enter my heart."
Song Panyang gritted his teeth and asked bravely: "The Empress is still waiting for him?"
Qiao Wantang waved her jade hand horizontally, gathering a screen of light and a shadow floating in the hall.
The scene shown in it is clearly Suning standing on the 11th stage, and is in the seventh round of the treasure competition.
Song Panyang turned his head in confusion when he heard the movement. With just one glance, he understood what the woman next to him was thinking.
My heart is full of self-deprecation and my mouth is full of bitterness.
The man in golden armor touched his forehead to the ground, feeling completely lost.
Qiao Wantang was as tender as water. She stared at the shadow on the light screen and said, "He, he is back."
"In other words, he has never left me."
Song Panyang, who had been in unrequited love for thousands of years, was unwilling to give up and said with resentment: "But he is not that person."
"Empress, he is Suning, Suning from the small world of China."
"Even if he inherited the dragon and phoenix dharma that once belonged to the Lin'an Half Saint, and received the inheritance of the Lin'an Half Saint..."
Qiao Wantang's calm and restrained demeanor suddenly changed, and he became sharp and fierce, saying: "It's not your turn to ask about my affairs."
