The little baby was lying in Ye Mohan's arms, with big watery eyes open, as bright as gems, full of yearning, and said softly: "Baby wants to see my mother at the Centennial Fairy Lake.
Fengguanxiapei."
Hearing this, the onlookers in the Setting Sun Tower couldn't help laughing, and chuckled, secretly sighing at the child's innocence.
That Fengguan Xiapei came from the Queen and the Martial God. Tens of thousands of years passed, and the seal was loosened every hundred years, and countless people poured into Xiaoyao City.
But so far, no one has been able to successfully take Fengguan Xiale away.
How virtuous and capable is this woman dressed in red to be able to wear that phoenix crown and harem?
Chu Yue smiled lightly, stretched out her hand to pinch Xiaobao's cheek, but unexpectedly caught Ye Mohan's gaze.
Those purple eyes are like a mandala blooming on the other side.
The depths of the man's secretive eyes were as bright as stars.
He wanted to take a look at the girl he longed for in her wedding dress.
That touch of red was a stunning color that made his heart skip a beat.
Ye Mohan led her outside, the soft touch in his palms tugging at his heartstrings all the time.
When walking out of the Setting Sun Tower, Protector Hei saw that Ye Mohan was bound to get it, so he couldn't help but come over and whispered: "Your Highness, the Phoenix Crown Xiapei is only for those who have a chance, and they may not be able to get it."
Ye Mohan raised his lips slightly, and his dark eyes were like the night that couldn't be turned away, faintly revealing the unruly attitude of the superior.
"If we can't get it, we'll dig up the century-old fairy lake."
Ye Mohan said nonchalantly: "If it doesn't work, I'll dig three feet into the ground in Xiaoyao City."
Whatever his son wanted to see, even if it was to see the stars that day, he would do his best to bring it back.
Protector Black and others looked sideways and smiled knowingly.
Such a flamboyant person is the only one in the Holy Land, His Highness Ye.
"Your Highness, digging three feet into someone else's city requires permission, otherwise it is uncivilized. Should we go to General Mu to register?" Protector Jianchi asked with a serious face.
Now His Highness has a fiancée, the sanctuary has a completely new look inside and outside, and he must pay attention to the ethics of the world in everything he does.
Ye Mohan glanced sideways at him, a faint look that was enough to make the Sword Chi protector remain silent and stop talking.
He had forgotten.
His Royal Highness is an uncivilized person at heart.
...
Then, Ye Mohan and others slowly walked out of the Setting Sun Tower.
On the long street, among the people, Xue Yingying vomited blood and got up from the ground.
She gritted her teeth, wiped the blood on her chin, and looked at Chu Yue and others with jealousy.
This group of people didn't seem to see her and headed straight in the direction of the place.
Xue Yingying looked like she was crazy, without the etiquette of a lady. After walking a few steps, she shouted at the backs of Chu Yue and others: "You dare to insult the people of the City Lord's Mansion. Lord Xiaoyao and my future husband will never do it."
I’ll let you go.”
Everyone ignored her, leaving her alone to go crazy.
Xue Yingying's eyes were about to burst and her eyes were red, "Since you are a martial artist who dares to commit crimes in my Xiaoyao City, why not report your name? I, Xue Yingying, will definitely have revenge!"
The words just fell.
But seeing Chu Yue walking forward with her long legs, she suddenly stopped.
The red skirt dances lightly, and the ink hair flies.
She stood on the long street, surrounded by people, and slowly looked back when the breeze blew up her broken hair on her forehead.
Those pair of black eyes, as silent as a deep pool, glanced at Xue Yingying with ruthless indifference.
The pressure from the superiors emanated from his body.
Xue Yingying fell into that gaze and felt the biting cold wind, her limbs became cold, and her heart skipped a beat.
a long time.
Chu Yue's eyes were thin and cold, her voice was deep, and she exuded the iron-blooded aura of a general.
Her voice was long and hoarse: "Shenwu Chang'an, Ye Chuyue."