Meng Fuyao's hand stopped at the button. Her first reaction upon hearing the sound was to pull up her clothes.
She had been rather calm when she was unbuttoning Di Feitian's clothes, but now she was so flustered that she wanted to cover herself from head to toe.
There was no way to cover herself from head to toe in this place, so Queen Meng had an idea. With a whoosh, she dove into the water …
Someone chuckled but did not care about her. He only looked at Di Feitian, who was slowly turning around. His eyes flickered, and although he looked like he was smiling, there was no warmth in his smile.
Di Feitian's burning desire was poured over his head, and anger flashed in his eyes. However, he was also a top-notch talent. From a certain point of view, he was someone who could stand side by side with the leader of the Ten Strongest. It was just that one was in the field of martial arts, while the other was in the field of witchcraft. At his level, he would definitely not let his guard down just because he was disappointed.
Not to mention anything else, the fact that the other party had silently approached him from behind, even if he was too excited and slow to react, was still impressive.
He turned around, maintaining his elegant demeanor, and said leisurely, "Which one of you is blind? Do you need a lesson? "
Dozens of feet away, on a light boat, sat a man in a light purple robe. His robe fluttered in the wind, and his long hair fluttered in the wind. His posture was even more relaxed than Di Feitian's, and his eyes were as deep as the sea below him.
He smiled without saying a word. In front of him was Cloud Trace, but his left hand was stroking a gorgeous, flat-furred animal.
King Kong.
Di Feitian's expression finally changed when he saw King Kong.
When the boat had sunk, he had brought King Kong with him immediately. No matter what, the bird still had a crucial piece of his soul on it. The reason why he had not combined his soul was partly because his soul had yet to be purified, and partly because he was afraid of Meng Fuyao and did not want to use the Soul Combination Technique on the boat. Therefore, the bird was always by his side, not giving anyone a chance to get close. However, he had been prepared to have a good fight with Meng Fuyao in the water, so he naturally could not bring King Kong with him. Thus, he had thrown it onto the paper boat.
Right now, the paper boat was floating next to the light boat, and there was even a rope tied to it. Obviously, it was this bastard kid who had silently approached and pulled the rope over first.
He had always pretended to be indifferent towards Jin Gang. Up until now, no one on the ship knew that Jin Gang was actually very important to him. That corner of the spirit was his original soul. Without that corner, he would not be able to live forever and would never be able to advance. In the future, when he fought against a strong opponent, he would also lose the ability to replenish his inner yuan. Therefore, he was so cautious that he did not even dare to carry out the Soul Fusion Technique on the ship — how did this kid know?
From his tone, it sounded like Fuyao was his wife? Hmm? How could there be such a person in this world? He clearly saw his own wife being forced to commit suicide, yet he could still save the person he wanted to save without batting an eyelid, hold onto something that could be used to threaten others, and then calmly speak out to stop it?
Wasn't it too scary for a person to be so calm?
Di Feitian stared at Zhangsun Wuji as he calculated the possibility of snatching back the golden vajra. He immediately discovered that although Zhangsun Wuji was just sitting there casually, there was not a single part of his body that was unoccupied. His breathing technique was unfathomable, and Di Feitian actually couldn't see through his foundation.
Top notch martial arts, extraordinary calmness. When did such a genius appear in the Five Continents?
For the first time, a look of wariness appeared in his eyes.
Actually, he did not know that the reason he snatched back Yun Hen first was because Zhangsun Wuji knew Fuyao too well. If he did not pull Yun Hen over, Fuyao would still be threatened by Yun Hen, and in the end, she would not be able to be saved.
As for sacrificing a little more of Fuyao's body and being seen a little more — it didn't matter. Sooner or later, he would make him spit out what he had eaten, and sooner or later, he would make him return what he had seen.
The famous politician of the Five Continents, Emperor Zhangsun, had always been able to distinguish the severity of the situation. He had always liked to use the least amount of effort to achieve the greatest effect. He had always believed that there was no need to rush revenge. Impulsiveness was the devil. The method of revenge did not necessarily require violence, and there was no need to worry about the timing of revenge. It was not that he did not want to take revenge, but that the time had not come.
Zhangsun Wuji gently stroked Jin Gang's feathers. His gesture was even gentler than the Witch God's, but the fearless Jin Gang seemed to be afraid of him. It tried its best to avoid him and shouted, "I don't want you to touch me! I don't want you to touch me! "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled at Di Feitian and lifted the Jin Gang in his hand. He sighed and said, "Mr. Di, your pet is really interesting. It lives up to its name as the place where the soul resides. It's extraordinary."
Di Feitian naturally understood what he meant. He scoffed and scooped Fuyao out. Then, he took out a talisman and turned it into a boat. Sitting on the boat, he said slowly, "So what? I'm still better than you. You're just holding one of my pets, but I'm holding your woman. "
Zhangsun Wuji let out a soft hum. He did not get angry, nor did he care about Di Feitian. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at Fuyao. His nonchalant attitude toward Di Feitian was suddenly gone. He looked at Fuyao with an indescribable expression, but Fuyao, who was trying to avoid his gaze, suddenly felt a lump in her throat and almost cried.
She blew her nose and thought to herself, 'What's going on? Has he been soaked in seawater? Has he become weak after fighting for so long? Has he become a pervert after being oppressed by Di Feitian for so long? He can't even stand one look from that guy. Looking at him is like being stabbed by a flying knife … How embarrassing! '
While she was cursing him for losing face, she felt a lump in her throat from the gaze that was as gentle as the sea breeze. She thought back to that night when she was running for her life, losing her sight and memory, the Feiyan scheme, the trepidation at every step, and the struggle between life and death. Half a year had passed from last autumn to this summer. Yet, when she saw him again, it was on the Firmament Sea. Their boat was facing each other, and the waves were crashing. Yet, in between them was the world's most difficult person to deal with, the Witch God.
'It's been a long time since we last met, yet there's still a pervert in the way.'
On the other side, the boat swayed. Zhangsun Wuji looked deeply at Fuyao. From the scars all over her body, to her messy clothes, to her slightly red eyes, he lowered his gaze to hide the emotions in his eyes. In an instant, he raised his eyelashes and smiled at her.
That guy could actually still laugh. Look at him, he's in high spirits. His days must be pretty good, right? 'Oh, right. I've leveled up. He's an emperor now, deep in the palace, sitting on the throne. He won't be like Fuyao, drifting to the ends of the world and falling into the sea. Even though he has leveled up successfully, he still has to meet some powerful people and end up being bullied all day …'
After Fuyao was done being jealous, she could no longer control her teeth. Her eyes, which had yet to regain their sight, were red as she ground her teeth at Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji finally opened his mouth. His tone was as gentle as ever. "Fuyao … I'm very sorry that my father couldn't see you."
This sentence immediately knocked down the fragile cockroach.
His father … his father had passed away, and he didn't get to see him for the last time.
To Zhangsun Wuji, who longed for the warmth of family, what kind of regret and sorrow would that be?
The only father who had truly loved him in his life had passed away, but he had wandered around outside for her sake. He hadn't even been able to take care of the medicine by her side. Wuji must be blaming himself, right?
Fuyao sniffled and began to feel that she had gone too far. 'Yes, Fuyao, why do you have to exist? You're really a troublemaker.'
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her expression and knew that she had been moved. He wanted to dig a little more and dig out more of this guy's kindness.
"My father has always wanted to see you … He knows you."
Fuyao sighed helplessly and mournfully …
'Hmm, that's a good reaction. I don't have to dig any deeper, lest I accidentally hurt him. Going too far is as bad as not going far enough.'
Zhangsun Wuji immediately changed the topic.
"How … are your eyes?"
His eyes were full of pity, which made Fuyao feel suffocated. She blinked her red rabbit-like eyes and tried her best to smile. "They're clear! I can see how many holes there are in King Kong's fur! "
King Kong scolded, "F * ck your mother! I'm perfect and flawless, how can there be holes in my fur? "
"You guys should be done chatting, right?" Di Feitian finally lost his patience and looked at the two of them. "Do you think I don't exist?"
Fuyao's gaze shifted and she replied bluntly, "In a sense, to me, you're equivalent to human waste and dust. Indeed, you don't exist."
Di Feitian rested his chin on his hand and looked at her. After a while, he murmured, "When I truly exist in your body, you'll know how great I am."
Fuyao's face changed for a while, but she decided not to bicker with the old hooligan. When a young flower meets an old bird, she would definitely be at a disadvantage.
Di Feitian extended his hand and tried to pull her clothes. Fuyao raised her black saber and shouted, "Scram!"
"We'll do our own thing. If he wants to see, let him see." Di Feitian said nonchalantly. "No one in this world can snatch the person I fancy from my hands."
Fuyao raised her hand and slashed at him.
Saying this in front of Zhangsun Wuji!
This was intolerable!
She slashed out with her saber, creating a strong gust of wind. With a swoosh, it created a deep trench several feet long on the surface of the sea. The waves that had just calmed down surged again and crashed towards Di Feitian.
Di Feitian had never seen her in action, so he could not help but look surprised. Fuyao thought that he would at least give way. As long as he did so, she would have the chance to rush over and join Zhangsun Wuji. However, the look of surprise on his face disappeared as he suddenly slashed with his finger.
With that slash, there seemed to be an additional layer of transparent barrier in front of him. It was like a huge soap bubble, flexible and resilient. No matter how Fuyao's saber swept up a thousand layers of turbid waves and squeezed the transparent space with all its might, it did not break.
Meng Fuyao, however, was not surprised. She responded with a sneer. Her knife was still moving forward, but in the blink of an eye, it slashed backward, making a 90-degree turn in the air without any hindrance. With a loud crack, it slashed toward the boat beneath her!
The attack was fake, but the real thing was splitting the boat beneath her.
With that slash, the boat silently split apart, separating Fuyao and Di Feitian. Fuyao was overjoyed and was about to leap towards Zhangsun Wuji, but Di Feitian seemed to be smiling as well. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand from his space. With a cracking sound, his hand doubled in size and grabbed the belt of the leaping Fuyao with lightning speed, pulling her back with a swoosh.
Only half of the boat remained, making it pitifully small. Fuyao's clothes were drenched, and she was forced to stick close to him. In a rage, she slashed at him with her saber, but Di Feitian's body was as smooth as jade and gold. The blade repeatedly slid across his skin, making it feel like cutting a bronze statue or withered wood. The only thing missing was sparks.
"Alright, stop slashing. I've been unscathed for decades," Di Feitian said gloomily. "I'm itching all over after being slashed by you. I just remembered that I haven't bathed in a long time."
Fuyao broke down and quickly pulled her saber back, carefully checking if there was any suspicious dirt on it.
"I'm not like you filthy people who will get dirty without a bath." Di Feitian's expression was one of condescension, full of pity and disdain for insignificant people. "I haven't bathed for 30 years, but my skin still smells good. If you don't believe me, why don't you take a whiff?"
With that, he raised his sleeve for Fuyao to smell, but she stabbed the saber under his armpit. "Empty door!"
With a clang, the saber slid over.
Fuyao raised her hand and poked between his eyebrows. "Empty door!"
Sparks appeared between his eyebrows …
Fuyao turned her saber to her abdomen. "Empty door!"
Her abdomen was like iron, causing the tip of the saber to slip and hit something with a clang. It seemed to be made of diamond. Fuyao twitched. 'No wonder that guy said that you can hook a shark with a rope and drop an ingot. It's really sturdy …'
"You think I'm practicing the Iron Shirt?" Di Feitian pushed her saber away and looked at her with a judgmental gaze. "But to be honest, you've already surprised me. How can a woman be this strong? Top five in the top ten is more than enough. With time and experience, it's even possible for you to conquer the world. "
Fuyao did not look at him. Her gaze turned to Zhangsun Wuji. She could tell that only Zhangsun Wuji could get within 10 meters of Di Feitian. However, he still had to guard the cloud mark and could not join forces with her. Even if she was at her peak, the most she could do was survive against Di Feitian. It was impossible for her to win, so it was even more impossible for her to escape.
She was a little depressed. Zhangsun Wuji caught her gaze and gave her a comforting smile. She squinted at his smile and suddenly felt that what was there to be depressed about? She had already gone through the most painful times. Even though there was a pervert by her side, and even though her clothes were in disarray, Zhangsun Wuji was just a short distance away, calmly looking at her with a smile. The waves around them were calm, and the waves were like songs. Black-winged seagulls flew past lightly, rising and falling like musical notes.
'Sigh, the world is actually quite beautiful …'
Meng Xiao Qiang, who could withstand falling and beating, suddenly understood.
She stopped fighting and kept her knife, using it to trim her nails.
'Alright, it's quite tiring. Since His Majesty is here, there must be a way. It's time for Her Majesty to rest.'
Her transformation from a raging tigress to a calm sheep happened in an instant. Even Di Feitian could not help but be stunned. "You've thought it through?" he asked joyfully.
Fuyao waved the knife in her hand and pointed it at her throat. "Are you interested in raping a corpse? Lady, I can't beat you, but killing myself is definitely not a problem. Do you want to try? "
Di Feitian raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a pained expression. Zhangsun Wuji suddenly said, "Mr. Di, how about we make a deal?"
"Hmm?"
"You have Fuyao, and I have Vajra. If we end up in a stalemate, do you really want to be blown away by the wind endlessly?" Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "I would like to invite Sorcerer God to board my ship and travel the Firmament together. Do you dare to accept?"
Di Feitian cast a sidelong glance at him. "Are you going to provide your ship for our dual cultivation?"
"If you can make Fuyao submit, I have no right to interfere," Zhangsun Wuji said nonchalantly. "Why don't we make a bet? I bet that you won't be able to obtain Fuyao even if you don't use force or someone else's life as a threat."
Di Feitian smiled, revealing a look that said, "You seem to be very confident in your woman, but you don't know that the Fufeng sorcery has many ways to make a woman submit. Even without that brat threatening her, I can still make her throw herself at me. Wouldn't it be a pity if I don't accept your offer?" He then asked, "Conditions?"
"My Lord, allow us to follow you. If I don't make a move, you are not allowed to harm Fuyao or the people around us. If my Lord can make Fuyao submit willingly, I will immediately send Vajra back. If my Lord loses, please swear not to pester him again and save him." He pointed at Yun Hen beside him.
"I don't like to force women." Di Feitian looked at him. "I have nothing better to do anyway. Fine!"
"It's just that," Zhangsun Wuji said calmly, "Brother Yun is already at the end of his rope. If we wait until the results of the bet are out before we save him, he will probably be a pile of bones. If you lose, won't you be unable to fulfill the bet? Wouldn't your reputation be tarnished then? Sir, please make the first move and at least extend his life. "
"You will definitely lose. What's the point of saving him?" Di Feitian sneered.
"Oh, that's fine too." Zhangsun Wuji turned his head, his voice spreading across the sea. "Where's the clerk?"
"I'm here!" Someone replied loudly on a large ship in the distance.
"Write a note on my daily life." Zhangsun Wuji looked up at the sky and said slowly, "On the 17th of the sixth month of the first year of the Heavenly Qian Dynasty, Your Majesty and Fufeng Sorcerer God Feitian met at the north of the Absolute Region and made a bet. However, before the bet was completed, Sir left in fear of losing …"
"Done!" The extremely prideful Sir Di Feitian interrupted. "Don't try to provoke me. I can save him, but I can also kill him. When you lose, I'll just crush him to death with one finger."
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without saying a word. With a wave of his hand, the clerk stopped writing. Zhangsun Wuji sighed regretfully. "Sigh, I plan to publish my daily life to the world in the future. Meeting the Sorcerer God on the sea was a good thing, but what a pity …"
He stood up with a smile and gestured for the people on the ship to take the cloud mark. He extended his hand to Di Feitian and said with a smile, "The Sorcerer God has descended. Your presence brings light to my humble dwelling."
Di Feitian carried Meng Fuyao and swaggered across the sky. When he passed by him, he said, "You're really something. You gave your own woman to me so calmly in front of her."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. The bet was about to begin. First trick: Sow discord.
"Her heart and body are both with her." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "If I can't give her up, you can't snatch her away either."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes at him again. 'Hey, aren't you going to risk your life to snatch back the' Empress'? Hey, aren't you pushing me into a pit of fire? Hey, you're keeping me by the side of a carnivorous dinosaur, and you're still smiling? Ahhh, is this something that a person who has reunited after a long time and is said to have an undying heart should do?
What exactly was he planning?
She had already seen the big ship behind Zhangsun Wuji. It was the light on the sea that she had seen when she was hit by the waves. Logically speaking, with Zhangsun Wuji's ability, he could have planned a siege or come up with a way to escape the Sorcerer God's clutches. Why did he let him follow them all the way to the sky like a ticking time bomb?
No matter what, she had at least temporarily preserved her chastity and extended Yun Hen's life. If not for this bet and Zhangsun Wuji's pressure, Di Feitian would definitely not have saved Yun Hen. Although she would have to live in fear for the rest of her life, it was still worth it. Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief as the pressure in her heart lessened.
The extremely powerful one beside her seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He looked over with a gentle smile. "Fuyao, I believe in you."
Meng Xiaoqiang, who had just sunk into doubt, immediately became excited. He glanced at the nonchalant Di Feitian and snorted.
'I'll show you what an indestructible battle fortress looks like!'
She then glanced at Zhangsun Wuji, who had sold her out without batting an eyelid, without a trace of guilt or worry.
Why did she feel that the Sorcerer God seemed to have fallen into someone's trap?
Why was she not angry even though she had been sold?
= = =
The strange threesome on the same ship began.
Why did Master Di Feitian think that the gigolo looked down on him? Why was he so confident that he would not be able to devour his own woman? Why didn't he think that with his dashing and elegant temperament, it would be a piece of cake for him to move that lump of hers? Witchcraft was simply degrading him. Just his charm alone would be enough to make a beauty bow down to his precious treasure!
Thus, one night, when Meng Fuyao woke up from her sleep, she found a person at the cabin door. He had one hand on the cabin wall and his legs were crossed. He was in a very elegant posture, looking melancholy and romantic, looking down at her with melancholy.
His eyes were as bright as stars in the darkness. His fingertips were pinched with a bright peony flower that was clearly produced by witchcraft.
Lord Di Feitian didn't say a word. He felt that silence was better than words at this moment. Not saying a single word was already extremely romantic.
Which woman did not love flowers? Which woman did not love men? Which woman did not love the romantic man who was leaning against the wall under the moonlight?
The woman remained silent in the darkness.
Her eyes shone brightly, looking from the flower to the man, and from the man to the flower.
When the Sorcerer God's posture became stiff, the woman sighed slowly.
"It's so big …"
The Sorcerer God was pleasantly surprised. He thought that his masculinity had finally subdued the thorny flower. He could not help but ask, "Where?"
The woman continued leisurely.
"I mean, nostrils."
"…"
= = = =
After successfully driving the Sorcerer God away, Meng Fuyao lay on the bed with her hands as a pillow. After a while, the ground suddenly split open. Upon closer inspection, the entire floor was flexible. With the activation of a mechanism, it slid open silently.
Meng Fuyao did not move. She crossed her legs and acted as if everything was just a fleeting cloud.
A certain person slid up from the ground like a floating cloud, smiled lightly, and floated onto her bed. Meng Fuyao kicked him out and cursed, "Go away!"
"I miss your tone …" Of course, the certain person would not go away. He conveniently laid down beside her and smiled. "A day without scolding feels like three years."
Meng Fuyao snorted and did not move. The person beside her did not move either. A familiar fragrance gradually filled the narrow cabin. Meng Fuyao quietly sniffed it and felt that it was the best smell in the world. She could not help but smile in the darkness.
It had been a long time since she had such a tranquil state of mind. After experiencing so much pain and suffering, this moment of warmth and peace was so precious that it made her want to cry.
Meng Fuyao widened her eyes and sniffled. She thought to herself, 'Why should I be greedy for the luxury of warmth in the middle? The road ahead will be filled with storms, but the road ahead will be endless.' 'Don't you know that the warmer it is now, the more desolate it will be later?'
She sighed softly and turned over. "I'm going to sleep. You shouldn't stay here either. Di Feitian may not be interested in these tricks, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't find trouble with us if he finds out."
"The Sorcerer God is a learned man, but he is naturally lacking in one thing." Zhangsun Wuji's breath brushed against her ear, and he smiled slightly. "He has never studied mechanisms and formations. He thinks that his sorcery is godly, and no mechanism can trap him. He would never have thought that I would be able to move from the lower cabin to your cabin even though he's clearly next door to me."
"Then when can we shake him off?" Meng Fuyao suddenly asked.
Zhangsun Wuji was silent for a while. "We can't shake him off. He has set up sorcery around us. If we leave him, he will immediately find out. Moreover, we don't have to shake him off. Who will cure you if we do?"
"You trust me that much?" Meng Fuyao turned her head and looked at him with burning eyes.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and pinched her nose. "There is no one in the world that I trust, except Meng Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao wanted to move away, but Zhangsun Wuji did not. Their conversation had been through telepathy, and there was no sound in the darkness. Now, they were panting softly, and after a few turns, Meng Fuyao was pressed down by Zhangsun Wuji. She wanted to push him away, but he leaned on her and slowly caressed her eyelids. "Fuyao … Fuyao …" he said in a low voice, as though sighing.
Meng Fuyao's heart softened, and her body softened. She felt the softness of his fingers caressing her eyelids like a dream of the spring breeze and rain. The drizzle was moist and moist, and sparkling flowers bloomed in the darkness.
Then, the fragrance became stronger, and the touch on her eyes became softer. Zhangsun Wuji moved closer and kissed her eyelids. "Did it hurt?" he asked.
Meng Fuyao shook her head silently, and the movement seemed to shake some tears out of her eyes. She wanted to cover it up, but Zhangsun Wuji kissed her immediately and sighed. "It's always my fault …"
Fuyao was truly afraid of his gentleness. She would rather face the harsh words of the wind, the sharp blades, and the harsh swords than be entangled with his fingers. It was like a soundless silk cocoon, holding her back little by little, trapping her heart that had been soaked in blood and tempered in fire. Her heart, which had just been taken out of the charcoal fire, burst with a 'pfft' in an instant when it was encircled by such a warm, water-like warmth.
The person beside her whispered, "You're also not good … Breaking a promise you made to me …"
Meng Fuyao played dumb. "Huh? What? Ah, I forgot to tell you that I lost my memory. "
"Forget me?" Zhangsun Wuji hugged her. "I wish I could forget you and live a muddle-headed life. It's better than being abandoned by you every now and then and suffering from this longing."
Meng Fuyao was silent. She thought to herself, 'People are happy because they know and rejoice because they get it, but they don't know that walking together with gain and loss is always bitter in the end.'
Even if it was a joyous occasion, it could not guarantee the desolation after the banquet.
His fingers were slightly cold, but his body temperature was warm. It was like the first snow in the Far North. It was cold at first, but after rubbing it between her fingers, it became a scorching heat that seeped straight into her heart.
He was the first snow in her life, a sparkling color that attracted people to chase after him. However, it was boundless and boundless, with no end in sight.
= = =
The Sorcerer God, who had never pursued a woman, returned in defeat for the first time. He was originally careless, but now he was tickled. In the next few days of the voyage, he was defeated again and again.
The second time, he changed his posture and no longer aimed his nose at Meng Fuyao. Instead, he romantically invited her to look at the stars. Meng Fuyao looked at them while listening to him recite all the poems related to the stars. She had to admit that he was indeed very knowledgeable. He memorized the poems for the whole night and even found some poems by nameless poets about the stars. In the end, when he ran out of poems, he recited them himself. Surprisingly, the standard of his recitation was not bad at all. Even Meng Fuyao, who was not proficient in poetry, could not help but look at him. She immediately saw his excitement and quickly asked, "What do you think?"
Meng Fuyao said in a deep voice, "If happiness is fleeting clouds, if pain is like the stars …"
The Sorcerer God looked at her with interest.
"Now, by your side …"
The Sorcerer God sat a little closer.
"My life is really cloudless, and the sky is filled with stars …"
"…"
After a while, a roar erupted from the bow.
"Nine-tails! When your mother was pregnant with you, did your father go far away and your grandfather knock on your mother's door?! "
The pitiful Nine-tails, who was innocently scolded, hugged her head and ran away in tears …
For the third time, the Sorcerer God pulled her out with a dark face and asked, "What exactly do you dislike about me? Tell me, and I'll consider changing. "
Meng Fuyao looked at him affectionately and called out, "Grandfather …"
"…"
The fourth time, the Sorcerer God blocked her cabin door without saying a word or giving way. He looked down on her with absolute power.
Meng Fuyao sighed and asked sincerely, "What do you like about me?"
The Sorcerer God's eyes lit up. Since they had already started communicating, there was a way. He immediately answered, "Beauty, figure, big breasts …"
"I'll change, alright?"
"…"
Amidst the continuous offensive and defensive battle, the ship finally reached the shore.
At this point, they had truly entered the world of Qiong Cang.
For the past few days, Meng Fuyao had been resisting the Sorcerer God during the day and fooling around with Zhangsun Wuji at night. As they neared the shore, Zhangsun Wuji's brows furrowed with worry. Meng Fuyao looked at his expression. Although she did not say a word, she felt uneasy. What kind of country was this mysterious Qiong Cang that could make the fearless Zhangsun Wuji so worried?
She had asked Zhangsun Wuji about the structure of the Qiong Cang Kingdom, and he had given a simple answer. It was a theocratic country with no royal family. The highest ruler was the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple. Under the Temple, there were sub-temples in various states. Below the sub-temples were the altars of each city, and below the altars were the sub-altars. The political system was similar to that of a country, except that the political power was unified. The emissaries sent by the temple were collectively known as temple envoys, and they held high positions throughout the country. The members of the various branches of the Temple were highly respected by the citizens of the country. Although the citizens of Qiong Cang Kingdom were temple believers, those who were truly qualified to become members had to be outstanding and had to pass the temple's strict examinations. Therefore, these people were extremely authoritative in their localities.
Zhangsun Wuji's ship slowly entered the port. After passing through the Absolute Sea Valley, the Ocean of Earth that had entered Qiong Cang gradually shrunk. By the time it neared the nearest port, it was already a narrow river. At the same time, another majestic-looking ship was also docked. Both ships were huge, and they immediately filled the river. When the ship entered the port, Meng Fuyao was meditating, while Zhangsun Wuji was in disguise in the cabin. At the bow of the ship was Uncle Witch God. Since their ship was a step slower, they should have let the other party go first. However, Uncle Feitian did not know the meaning of giving way. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the sailors, "What are you looking at? Let's go! "
The other party hadn't even completely entered the harbor when the boat was shoved to one side. The other party's sailors were also very skilled and quickly steadied the rudder. With a bang, the boat turned around and crashed into Zhangsun Wuji's boat. The two boats were stuck in the narrow river and couldn't move anymore.
Amidst the screams, Di Feitian looked at the sky and laughed coldly. Suddenly, a group of people in white walked out of the other party's ship. Their long robes fluttered in the wind, and their faces were cold and solemn. They stood at the bow of the ship, their posture and expression as cold as ice sculptures. The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped by a few degrees.
The person in the lead waved his hand and unfurled a silver-threaded flag. On the flag, there was a continuous snowy mountain, and above the clouds on the mountain peak, one could vaguely see a continuous chain of palaces and pavilions. It was like the Nine Heavens Celestial Court, looking down from above.
The people on the shore were originally watching the commotion, but when they saw the flag, they all cried out in surprise and knelt down.
At the same time, the person holding the flag looked coldly at the neighboring ship and said word by word, "The Palace Emissary is patrolling on behalf of the heavens.
Who dares to be so bold as to intrude on the opposite ship? Come out quickly and kneel to welcome the Palace Emissary! "
His voice was not loud, but his internal energy was extremely strong. It cut through the air like ice shards and spread far and wide.
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