The ancient carriage, driven by the coachman, came to the flat ground of Yeshen Palace.
"Little Moyou!" Jiuci went over excitedly, came to the front of the carriage and pretended to be reserved, touched his chin, and coughed dryly: "Are you here to propose to me?"
Qingge: "..." Suddenly, I had the urge to escape from the ground. Is it better to pretend that I don't have this brother?
Ajiu stood in the crowd, his little face as white as paper.
Even if I use my will to bind my heart, I already knew that there would be a day that would be endless, but I didn't expect that this moment would be so painful.
When she looked at the girl, the fire in Ajiu's heart finally went out.
What's going on with this damn inferiority complex? I am willing to go to a fire and burn myself to ashes.
"Sir, how could you come here?" The person in Ziyun Palace was in surprise.
Mo You walked out of the carriage and put his hand on the old man's broken palm. Mo You seemed to have not heard the words of Jiuci and Ziyun Palace. His apricot eyes looked around and finally looked at the empress in the crowd.
A red dress that looked like fire.
A pair of bright and beautiful eyes.
Mo You nodded gently and smiled slightly: "My You in the Nine Realms, I have seen the Empress of the Heavenly Realm."
The people of Ziyun Palace exclaimed: "Don't worry about the Saint Maiden, the Nine Realms are above the Heavenly Realm, you don't have to salute the Empress."
Mo You didn't say anything, but just cut open the crowd and walked to Qingge.
The moment the carriage appeared under the starry night, the color of the beauty in Qingge's eyes and the blood redness of his hair had returned to thick ink-like blackness.
"How is the empress going to be so late?" Mo You asked.
"Very good." Qingge replied.
Just one glance, a few words of greetings, everything was tacitly understood.
Jiuci stood by the carriage and was messy in the wind, especially lonely. Xiao Moyou was not here to propose to him, but...
Jiuci's eyes lit up, he approached the old coachman, smiled evilly, and asked in a low voice: "Old man, do you know that my sister is difficult to deal with? I plan to specially talk to my future sister-in-law before proposing to me.
Is it close to the condom?"
The coachman looked at Jiuci as if he was looking at the idiot, then he looked back and sat upright on the front of the carriage, looking kind and kind.
Jiuci touched his chin and said to himself: "No way, Xiao Moyou is so smart and peerless, she can think of this method."
The old man didn't want to speak, but he didn't want to hear Jiuci's noise. He tore off two pieces of clothing and stuffed it into his ears.
Jiuci leaned against the carriage, wrapped his hands around his chest, his body slightly tilted, and his face was a happy and happy expression that Miss Jiu had never seen before.
At least, the poster in front of her has never been so cute.
The Ninth Girl moved her gaze and looked at Mo You who was talking to her senior sister. The saints of the Nine Realms, their words and deeds were all aristocratic.
"I said, Saint, what are you doing?" The leader of the Ziyun Palace finally couldn't stand it. He came over and pointed at Mo You and asked.
"The Empress of the Heavenly Realm was my life-savior. Do you want to touch her?"
Mo You's face was as cold as frost, his voice was as clear as cold as cold, and his eyes were as bright as apricot blossoms, looking straight at the Ziyun Palace.
The people of Ziyun Palace looked at him, and their souls seemed to have been taken away and their whole body was trembling.
"Savior... how is this possible?" The people of Ziyun Palace, who were eyeing each other, looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Not only that, even the people in Ye Shen Palace were breathing stagnant. When they looked at Qingge, the admiration and fanaticism rose to another level.
"Empress, sorry, I've scared you."
Mo You turned his back and faced those people in Ziyun Palace: "Everyone who appeared in the Night God Palace today will return to the Nine Realms and receive the punishment on his own, and ten soul-tempering whips."
After saying that, the whole room exclaimed and was in an uproar.
A stone caused a thousand layers of waves, and the faint words of the Saint of the Nine Realms made everyone dumbfounded and shocked.
The people of Ziyun Palace wanted to argue: "Saint, you have never been to Ziyun, and those who do not know are innocent. We are just on orders to act, let alone not take action, right?"
"Twenty soul-tempering whips." Mo You said ruthlessly and cruelly.
The people of Ziyun Palace were surprised: "Saint!"
"Thirty Ways." Mo You've always had no expression on his face, but his words were extremely majestic.
At this point, the people from Ziyun Palace dared not argue and refute Mo You's words anymore, but they were extremely puzzled. Why did Mo You offend Ziyun Palace for an inconspicuous empress?
"Do you want to know why?" Mo You walked to the leader. He was young and tall, but he was shorter in front of the man.
Mo You was so old-fashioned that he put his hands behind him. Even if he was shorter, his momentum from inside was not inferior to that of the indifference as the thousand-year-old black ice and his noble identity as a saint.
The man blurted out and asked, "Why?"
"Because you disturbed my empress, this one is enough to kill your nine clans." The graceful girl's aura changed drastically, as sharp as a sword, and the aura of Xiaosha swept away like a strong wind.
A gust of wind blew away the broken hair in front of Mo You, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light surged. Just a gaze made the soul and spiritual sense of the powerful Ziyun Palace people suffer.
Jiuci opened his eyes slightly, and Mo You's figure reflected in his eyes.
"The empress who disturbed me... the sky is so suffocating... it makes people feel suffocating." Jiuci seemed to faint from suffocation. The old man sitting in the carriage stretched out his hand to stop Jiuci, and distanced him from Jiuci with great disgust.
In the small world of Jiuci's fantasy, he suffered thousands of killings and rumors. At the critical moment, Xiao Moyou fell from the sky, with his eyes cold and sharp: "You guys, yourselves who dare to disturb me?"
“…”
Jiu Ci was full of thoughts, and two red glows were climbing on his cheeks.
The old man looked at Jiuci more and more disgusted.
The people of Ziyun Palace were worried and trembling. No one dared to say a word in front of the young saint.
"Get out before I have no intention of killing me." Mo You raised his hand lightly and shook it casually.
Suddenly, a burst of smoke passed by, and the people of Ziyun Palace fled in panic, with extremely fast oil applied to the soles of their feet, and disappeared in an instant.
The arrival of Ziyun Palace people is shocking and full of tension, and at this moment it makes people feel extremely helpless drama.
Both eyes looked at the girl in white, better than snow. The girl was steady and arrogant. She walked in front of Qingge and bent down.
"Sorry, I'm late, I'm scared you." Qingge smiled slightly, put her white and tender little hand on Mo You's shoulder, and patted her lightly for a few seconds.
I have only seen each other once, but I was many years ago, but when I face Moyou, Qingge felt very intimate.
Warmth like family.
However, Qingge was a little suspicious whether Xiao Moyou stole the scenes of her Xiao Yueyue...
Jiuci woke up from his fantasy and jumped to Mo You: "Well, let me introduce it, Qingge, this person is..."
Mo You naturally walked forward with Qingge's arm in his arms, and while walking, he said, "Empress, I haven't seen you for several years, Mo You misses you."
Qingge smiled and reached out to rub Mo You's head, and the smile on his lips became stronger.
When the old father Ye Jingfeng saw this scene, his eyes turned, looked at his son, and then looked at Qingge. He once suspected that as long as Qingge was there, his son would not be able to get a wife.
Is it an illusion?
Why do you think Qingge is more attractive to women than her son?
Jiuci wrapped his arms and looked at Mo You's back in confusion. Why is he like an outsider now?
Ye Jingfeng hit Jiuci with his elbow: "Who is that person? Are you very familiar with him?"
The close-knit girl suddenly looked here, with the last ray of hope flashing in her eyes.
"It's your daughter-in-law, do you think you are familiar with each other?" Jiuci said proudly.
"Why does it feel like she is not interested in you?"
"Impossible, she is devoted to me. Isn't she busy having a good relationship with her sister-in-law?"
“…”
That ray of light that symbolizes hope was completely extinguished. A heart that should not be beaten is therefore riddled with holes and fragmented.
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