Long Shisan really wanted to comfort His Highness the Sword Emperor and tell him that it didn't matter, this life would pass soon.
But he didn't dare.
Chu Yue looked at Binglan Xin in surprise for a while, but she didn't come back to her senses.
Binglan Xin's eyes were bright, "Lan Xin has heard about the power of General Ye for a long time. In the battle of Wuwu Terrace, he was far superior to Li Liancheng of Jixia Academy. What Lan Xin wants in this life is to fight with General Ye.
A hero galloping across the sky will live up to my fate."
"What a big deal."
Chu Yue opened her arms heartily, smiled like a man and said: "Come on -"
Bing Lanxin swallowed her saliva and threw herself into Chu Yue's arms excitedly. Before she could even touch the person, she jumped into the air.
If it weren't for Long Shisan's sharp eyes and quick hands, he would probably fall and break his appearance.
Bing Lanxin looked over blankly.
But they saw a man with a tall figure and a long black robe holding the woman in a red skirt in his arms, looking at her with cold eyes, "Long Shisan, I've rewarded you, you can hold me as much as you want, Chief Bing."
Hug. Ah Chu, no, she belongs to me."
Ye Mohan walked out of everyone's sight holding the woman who made his heart beat countless times.
The ice blue heart was frozen in place.
Long Shisan looked at Binglan Xin innocently like a stupid son of a landlord, as if expecting something to happen.
He also said something treacherously: "Chief Bing, don't worry about Thirteen. Please feel free to not describe Thirteen."
Bing Lanxin: "..." I almost want to vomit out the food for the next year.
"If you have time, go pee and look in the mirror. People without self-awareness will have a short life."
Bing Lanxin finished speaking depressedly, and glanced at the direction Chu Yue was standing just now with unfinished thoughts, with all the reluctance written on her face.
The protectors: "..." What they didn't expect was that the person attracting bees and butterflies was not His Highness, but Madam Ye.
And they rarely call her Mrs. Ye outside, most of them call her Ye Zhanjiang, in order to show the highest respect.
She is no one's accessory.
She is who she is.
The first-class general of the Imperial Army, the god of Ling Tian.
Ye Chuyue.
A person who set off a craze for martial arts in Lingtian Continent made countless young people stand in awe and inspired the hearts of warriors with faith.
Compared to Madam Ye, what she is more proud of is the merits and achievements she has accumulated with her hands and blood.
…
In Peach Garden Wonderland, the evening breeze is bleak, carrying the moisture from the sea peaks and the fragrance of burning peach blossoms.
Chu Yue was placed on the bed by the man, and she closed her eyes subconsciously, waiting for the indescribable thing she imagined.
The man's warm laughter rang out, and he tapped her long finger lightly between her brows.
Chu Yue opened her clear, blue eyes and looked at the man who had not gotten into the subject for a long time with confusion.
"Achu, are you disappointed?"
The man pressed lightly against her ear, and his warm breath hit her ear as he spoke.
It was itchy, like an ant walking by, or like an inadvertent tiny current flowing suddenly.
"Isn't it possible?" Chu Yue asked.
Three concise and concise words are more useful than the enemy's war message.
It can arouse a man's desire to win almost instantly.
Ye Mohan's secretive and long narrow sword eyes spread endlessly like the pitch-black night.
The blazing fire had not yet heated up, but he depressedly suppressed it back to its original position.
The man curled up his thin lips and smiled as brightly as a pearl.
Especially those pair of purple eyes, in this dark and warm room, seem to be able to capture the soul.
The slender, jade-like hands gently pinched the woman's fair cheek, and whispered: "Achu needs to be restrained, otherwise even if he has the power of Shen Nong and the Qi of the God of War to repair it, he will not be able to participate in the Five Continents Banquet."
How could a wolf that had been hungry for ninety thousand years and returned to a part of the Sword Emperor and Martial God Realm bear it?
He had indulged himself for the past month.
Chu Yue's mouth twitched several times.
"The Wumian Clan does not have the Shennong Scroll."
Ye Mohan took the jade comb and combed her hair, "But I found Xie Qingyan's antidote. Xie Qingyan's condition has improved a lot. The Jiuyou Sword Clan has a book called "The Heart of the Martial God", which has been printed by Lao Bai.
I gave them to Emperor Ye Tian, Emperor Qilin and others respectively, and also gave a copy to my brother Ye Wuxie."
Chu Yue's eyes trembled slightly, but she stopped talking.
She always feels more at ease when she has a pillow with her.
Whether it's sleep or alertness and nervousness during the day.
"Li Liancheng doesn't need to parade in the streets anymore, he must be saved."
Chu Yue said slowly.
Ye Mohan nodded: "During the day, I summoned the Blood Protector to ask him to pay more attention. A person did appear who wanted to kill Li Liancheng. The Blood Protector was smart enough to use his trick. He simply created signs that Li Liancheng was faking his death and then secretly brought him back.
The Jiuyou Sword Clan is imprisoned in an ice prison in a space that never sees the light of day."
"Do you know who did it?" Chu Yue asked.
"The one who comes has the breath of emptiness."
"Sure enough... Li Liancheng still harbors a bigger secret, but I'm afraid I can't pry his mouth open now, so I can only wait and see what happens."
Chu Yue half-squinted her eyes with a dangerous arc of light.
The man put down the jade comb, took her into his arms and lay under the brocade quilt.
The light and fire dimmed completely.
The branches outside the window reflected fine sparse shadows.
The bright moon hangs among the stars.
Chu Yue closed her eyes for a while, then couldn't help but open her eyes and asked seriously: "Are you going to sleep like this?"
"that is it."
"..."
There was silence for a long time.
"Ye Mohan."
She shouted her name and surname, sounding very solemn.
The man slowly opened his deep eyes, looking at the soft jade beauty in his arms tenderly and lovingly.
"I want to sleep with you, now!" Chu Yue said angrily.
Ye Mohan: "..."
In Yuanshen, Suzaku's half-eaten chicken leg fell out of his mouth.
The martial arts storybook in Xuanyuan Xiu's hand in Shennong Space rolled to the ground and hit Rag Bu's head, waking Rag Bu up.
A group of monsters were so shocked that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
The light gauze dances, the beaded curtains sway slightly, the sea breeze blows outside the window, and the peach branches sway.
Ye Mohan looked at her and smiled softly, his beautiful and evil brows seemed to be filled with light.
He leaned over and gently bit the woman's soft lips.
"As your husband, you must obey your orders."
…
The night wind stirred up the waves of the sea.
The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the heat is rising infinitely.
It is sinking, it is the willingness to burn into each other's ashes and merge into each other's bones and blood.
That night, some people walked for miles, some loved her but couldn't find her, and some were begging for mercy on the bed.
…
Seven days later, the Five Continents Banquet arrived.
On the day of the Wulu Banquet, Qingqiu Holy Queen Shen Xueji released news that shocked the Wulu.
Qingqiu Continent found the spirit of the Imperial Drum in the exhausted mountains.
As soon as this news came out, the warriors of the Five Continents were immediately excited.
All major forces went to the temple one after another.
The person invited by Shura Realm to attend the banquet is Chu Tianba, the leader of Chu Clan.
Truman's attendants all wore black robes and half-covered masks.
The master of the sect, Chu Tianba, was dressed in red clothes and a black mask. His black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his bangs fell down on both sides. He looked unruly and unruly, but also a bit bohemian.
Xiao Li, who was also wearing men's clothing, said in a low voice: "The Imperial Drum was forged by Hu Bugui, a master refiner 90,000 years ago, for the Ghost Emperor. It is said that the Ghost Emperor leapt out of the sky at that time, overlooking the millions of people in the Imperial Domain.
In the land here, beating the imperial drum can command the Sword Emperor's lineage, Hongmeng tribe, Ghost Forest...etc., all major forces, imperial warriors, and tens of millions of armies, all listen to the drum's orders."