"Kneel and welcome them!"
"Destroy them on behalf of the heavens!"
The people on the boat were drinking in an imposing manner, while the people on the boat listened attentively.
"I don't think so. Which idiot is trying to stir up trouble? I'm not here to fight, I'm here to beg for help. I don't want to offend anyone before I even step foot in the Firmament … "
"I want to keep a low profile, keep a low profile, keep a low profile …" She calmly rolled up her sleeves, put on her weapon, and floated out of the cabin. Before she could say anything, she tragically saw —
Master Di Feitian tilted his head to look at the group of high-spirited people in white and protested, "So noisy …"
He then lifted his sleeves.
Then … the boat next door was suddenly pushed over …
Yes, pushed over.
It was as if an invisible hand had picked up the 300-foot boat from the bottom and covered it with a flip of the hand.
If it was pushed down, then it was pushed down. It was such a huge monster, it would be over with a rumble. However, the boat was actually pushed down slowly. It was like a romantic veteran who was extremely skilled in bed. Under the light of the tent, amidst the glittering gold hooks, he gently pushed down the flower girl he fancied.
His expression was alluring, his posture was elegant, and his actions were romantic. The people on the boat were unlucky.
As the big ship tilted, those flying flags and ice sculptures could not even react in time. They could not maintain their posture and slid backwards with a 'chi chi' sound. Needless to say, their nobles crashed into each other's butts. Fortunately, these people's martial arts were not bad. They immediately leaped up together. Under the blue sea and the vast sky, white shadows danced and soared into the sky. Each of their figures were light and graceful like the clouds. They looked somewhat like immortals. The people on the shore immediately bowed their heads in worship.
Di Feitian looked on with interest. When that person flew up and took a deep breath to shout again, he suddenly extended his hand.
A small green flag appeared in his hand. There seemed to be a pattern on it, but it could not be seen due to the wind. It looked like the shape of a beast. He pointed the small green flag against the wind, and a thunderclap sounded in mid-air.
It was raining!
It was neither too big nor too small, with a circumference of three hundred feet, which was exactly the size of the ship. A thunderous downpour poured down, drenching the people who were in mid-air, drenching them inside and out.
The two boats, which were so close to each other, did not even get a drop of water.
She looked up and murmured, "Trickster … I have a trickster by my side …"
"That's just a smokescreen." Someone beside him chuckled. It was Zhangsun Wuji. "The Ghostly Transposition Technique actually borrows seawater."
"Oh." She frowned as she thought about how to deal with such a demigod following her around. What if one day, his adrenaline surges due to dissatisfaction?
In order to fully display their elegance and immortal-like aura, the messengers of the Divine Hall were all wearing thin white clothes that were out of season. When the water poured on them, their clothes became transparent. Therefore …
"Wow." Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. "Purple panties!"
Di Feitian proudly looked at the figures that were gradually revealed from the white robes. He took a few extra glances at a few of their well-proportioned breasts. He shook his head and sighed. "Your figures are average. I say, if you guys aren't beautiful, why are you guys still going out? Look, the one beside me is called … "Meng Fuyao covered his mouth and begged," Master, please, I don't want to be famous. "
The group of humiliated messengers were so angry that their faces turned pale. They pulled out their weapons and were about to pounce on Di Feitian when someone suddenly said coldly, "Stop!"
That person's voice was not loud, and he sounded very young. His tone was somewhat sickly, but the moment he said that, the white-robed people in mid-air all landed on the ground and bowed. The commoners who were looking up all around once again prostrated themselves on the ground.
Meng Fuyao stared at a tree on the shore near the boat. It was when that word was spoken that the bark of the tree suddenly cracked and fell silently.
What a strong inner force.
The sea breeze calmed down a little. The curtain of the tilted cabin was lifted, and a golden figure slowly walked out. His steps were very calm and slow. The boat slowly tilted to the right, and he walked to the left. With every step, the boat tilted a little. After ten steps, the tilted boat was actually stepped back up by him!
The white-robed people bowed in unison. "Mighty Messenger!"
"Mighty Messenger!" The commoners cheered loudly.
Meng Fuyao cupped her chin and looked at the golden-robed man with interest. She asked Zhangsun Wuji, "That's impressive. A Divine Emissary actually has such skills. I think it's comparable to the Death Smoke."
"The Divine Messengers of Qiong Cang are experts that are handpicked," Zhangsun Wuji said. "They're equivalent to the inspectors of a country. How can they be weak?"
His gaze fell on the belt of the golden-robed man, which had a horse's head and a human's body totem. "He's a subordinate of Jinnara."
"Jinnara?" Meng Fuyao was stunned. "The Eight Groups of Heavenly Beings?"
"How do you know about the Eight Groups of the Temple?" Zhangsun Wuji looked at her in surprise. The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. 'Coincidence, that's just a coincidence …'
"The Eight Groups of the Temple are the Celestial Beings, the Two Dragon Beings, the Three Yakshas, the Four Qiandama, the Five Asuras, the Six Garudas, the Seven Jinnaras, and the Eight Groups of Heavenly Beings. The Celestial Beings are the supreme rulers of Qiong Cang. The Sacred Lord is in charge of the Dragon Beings, and the Yakshas are in charge of the military. These are the three upper temples. The Seven Groups of Heavenly Beings are in charge of politics, the Asuras are in charge of the economy, the Garudas are in charge of the guards, the Kinnaras are in charge of the disciples, and the Four Groups of Heavenly Beings are in charge of the Four Groups of Heavenly Beings.
"Is there anything in the world that you don't know?" Meng Fuyao laughed as she listened to Zhangsun Wuji's explanation.
"There is." Zhangsun Wuji laughed as well. "I wonder when you'll agree to marry me."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes at him, but before she could retaliate, she heard a loud crash. The ship had already returned to the surface of the water. Amidst the earth-shattering cheers, the hull of the ship came closer than before, and without a trace of politeness, it brushed past them.
Master Di Feitian was originally listening to Zhangsun Wuji's introduction of the Evergreen Temple's structure, so he did not pay attention to the commotion. When he turned around, his eyebrows rose, and he raised his hand, sending a golden ray of light that was even more dazzling than that of the golden-robed man!
Meng Fuyao knew that things were not looking good. They had just entered the Qiong Cang Kingdom, and if they were to kill someone, how would they live in the future? She flew up to stop them, but the corner of her clothes was suddenly pulled by someone. When she turned around, she saw that it was Zhangsun Wuji. With one hand holding onto Meng Fuyao, he flicked his sleeve with the other, and a hidden force flowed out, drawing the golden ray into the sea. With a loud bang, a huge wall of water rose from the surface of the sea, mixed with the golden ray of light, causing the people on the ship and on the shore to cry out in alarm and scatter in all directions.
Di Feitian turned around, looking at Zhangsun Wuji with a murderous look in his eyes. "Hmm?"
"Does the Sorcerer God think that such a small character is worth your time?" Zhangsun Wuji asked leisurely. "Is your opponent just a messenger from the temple?"
Di Feitian pondered for a while and nodded. "Of course, it's my duty to bicker with a junior." He waved his sleeve. "You can go settle it."
He turned around, intending to ignore the matter here, but the golden-robed messenger did not appreciate it. He stood at the bow of the ship and said coldly, "Trying to escape?"
The drenched messengers in white shouted in unison, "Kneel down and beg for forgiveness from the messenger!"
Among the white-clothed people, there were a few women whose clothes were completely wet, revealing their curves, but none of them were shy or embarrassed. They stood calmly and shouted loudly. None of the commoners on the shore dared to raise their heads to look at them, let alone laugh at them.
Meng Fuyao sighed, thinking that the belief and worship of a theocracy was indeed harmful. After a long time, it would give rise to evil. How could this be the reaction and action of a normal person?
Qiong Cang and the other messengers had been worshiped by their own people for so long that they really thought of themselves as gods.
Seeing that Di Feitian was about to get angry again, Meng Fuyao quickly pacified him. "Let me, let me. How could I trouble you for such a small matter? Go into the cabin and ask Tie Cheng to brew some tea for you … Tie Cheng, brew some Jade Skylark Tongue!"
Tie Cheng's face darkened. He grabbed a handful of the tongue and threw it into the cup. "You're going to die!"
Meng Fuyao turned around, thinking of a way to teach him a lesson without harming his life. The golden-robed man saw Di Feitian enter the cabin and thought that he was afraid to escape. He smiled proudly and pointed at Meng Fuyao. "Take them down! Send them to the sub-altar's prison for public punishment! "
The man in white bowed in acknowledgment. Meng Fuyao helplessly rolled up her sleeves, but Zhangsun Wuji suddenly took a step forward and said, "Are you Kinnaro's subordinate?"
The man in gold was startled and raised his eyes to look at Zhangsun Wuji. At this time, Zhangsun Wuji had naturally changed his appearance and was only a young man with a passable appearance. Even so, the man's gaze moved and he waved his hand to signal for everyone to stop. He asked, "Your Excellency is from the Eight Tribes?"
"It's an honor to meet you." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "I'm Asura's subordinate, inspecting the Western Region's irrigation works on behalf of the King."
"Oh …" The man's gaze softened, but he looked at Zhangsun Wuji suspiciously. "Why aren't there any guards of honor? Are you a messenger too?"
"The Xin River's tide is rising, and the dam is unstable. The Head Messenger went over first." Zhangsun Wuji bowed, his natural posture elegant. "I'm the Deputy Messenger, just transferred from the Mahoraga Tribe. I'm inspecting incognito with the Head Messenger."
"Oh," the man in gold said meaningfully. The internal structure of the Divine Hall was not as united as one might imagine due to the balance of power. A deputy who had just been transferred over from the Mahoraga Tribe was indeed likely to be ostracized by the chief.
The golden-robed man's gaze finally calmed down when he heard that the other party's words were all in line with the key points. He looked Zhangsun Wuji up and down again. There was actually a hint of a smile in his tone as he said, "Since that's the case, it's just a misunderstanding.
Di Feitian walked into the cabin and asked hesitantly, "That person just now …"
"I'm not familiar with him either," Zhangsun Wuji said in a low and mysterious voice. "I met him on the way. He said he's an old friend of the Temple Master. You've seen his remarkable abilities, so I dare not offend him. Although I'm not afraid of him, there's no need to make an enemy out of him. Otherwise, it'll be hard to talk to him when we return."
"Oh," the man replied softly, seemingly moved by Zhangsun Wuji's thoughtfulness. His voice suddenly became much softer. "Thank you for your guidance."
The moment the man's voice softened, Fuyao's eyes jumped. A woman!
It was actually a woman!
She was covered from head to toe in a golden robe, with half of her face covered by a mask. Her tone was cold and her voice was not loud. Fuyao's mind was focused on how to turn hostility into friendship, so she did not notice the woman's gender.
"When are you returning to the Temple Master, Deputy Envoy?" The woman seemed to have a good impression of Zhangsun Wuji and actually started chatting with him. "I've been summoned back to the Temple Master, but I still have a mission on the way. I wonder if I'll be traveling with you?"
"I'm also returning to the Temple Master," Zhangsun Wuji answered with a glint in his eyes. "It's an honor to travel with you, Divine Envoy."
As they spoke, the few of them disembarked from the ship. A local altar master had already come forward to welcome them. They mounted their horses, but the woman did not even look at Fuyao. She only rode beside Zhangsun Wuji and smiled sweetly. "Deputy Envoy, you're too modest. You're under Asura, and your rank is higher than Kinnara's. It's more appropriate for us to address each other as equals." Behind her mask, she glanced at Zhangsun Wuji and said with a smile, "You're really young and promising. You're already the Deputy Envoy of Asura at such a young age. May I know your name, Your Excellency?"
Meng Fuyao followed behind, thinking to herself, 'Is this the legendary' getting close to '?'
"I'm Xu Zhaoyuan." Zhangsun Wuji smiled but did not ask for her name.
"Good name …" The woman's eyes moved, but she stopped mid-sentence, as if waiting for Zhangsun Wuji to ask. Zhangsun Wuji looked at her with a smile, not understanding.
A trace of annoyance flashed across her eyes, and she said in a low voice, "I'm … the Pearl of Tuoba."
"It's a good name," Zhangsun Wuji praised in a light manner.
The woman, however, was immediately delighted. She tilted her head and said with a smile, "It's said that when my mother gave birth to me, she dreamt of a pearl falling to the ground and a room filled with light …" She actually began to ramble on about the legend of her 'birth in response to divine omens' to Zhangsun Wuji.
Meng Fuyao listened quietly behind, thinking viciously, 'A pearl falling to the ground? Isn't that a pearl covered in dust? Tsk, tsk … '
"This is the Immortal's Immortal's Immortal's Abode specially provided for the Oracles to stay. Each of them has its own courtyard …" The Sub-Altar Master carefully led everyone to an exquisite building with green walls and black tiles. When the Moon Cave's door opened, two rows of servants greeted them respectfully.
"The house is crude, and the reception is simple … please forgive us …" The altar master, who was equivalent to the county magistrate, seemed to have no experience in receiving two emissaries of the Temple at once. He was extremely nervous, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead even though the weather was not considered cold.
"Very good." The woman looked around and saw that the courtyard was divided into two separate courtyards that were closely connected, separated only by a wall of flowers. She looked very satisfied and waved her hand. "You may leave."
Zhangsun Wuji bid her farewell in front of the wall of flowers. Tuoba Mingzhu smiled and said, "There's still a long way to go. Why are you being so polite?"
Meng Fuyao looked at her dazzling golden silhouette as she passed through the flower wall. She then raised her head to look at the celestial abode. "A guesthouse in such a small place, yet it's so gorgeous and exquisite. How extravagant."
Zhangsun Wuji held her hand and smiled. "Even though the people of Qiong Cang are poor, they spare no effort in worshipping the Temple. Thus, the emissaries of the Temple have always been very extravagant."
"This is the magic of religious belief and theocracy …" Meng Fuyao sighed. "Once faith is formed, to a certain extent, it is even more indestructible than an ordinary political system."
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong behind her. Turning around, she saw Master Di Feitian looking at the two of them holding hands with an extremely sinister gaze.
He looked like he wanted to pull one of the hands away and replace it himself. Meng Fuyao immediately smiled and reminded him, "Don't use force, don't use force." She then ordered Yao Xun, "Go find me a woman to vent my inner desires. I want a beautiful one!"
King Kong flapped his wings on Zhangsun Wuji's shoulder and shouted, "Find me a female, I want a beautiful one!"
Lord Ingot glared angrily from Di Feitian's shoulder. Di Feitian was unwilling to return Lord Ingot, and the two unscrupulous masters were not in a hurry to return him. Lord Ingot had changed hands a few times, thinking that beauties had a tragic fate. In fact, Lord Sorcerer God's attitude towards things that he liked was quite good. He could even bring fruits from a thousand miles away from the Sacred Mountain for Lord Ingot. Lord Ingot had put on weight recently.
The Nine-Tailed Nine-Tailed Fox was very happy because Meng Fuyao's shoulder now belonged to it!
Yao Xun complied and went to find a woman. Master Di Feitian's expression changed. After a while, he waved his hand and said resolutely, "No!"
Meng Fuyao was stunned. "Master, didn't you say that you haven't used a woman for a long, long time? Your golden spear is rusting, and if you don't use it, you'll explode and die?"
"No!" Master Di Feitian held his head high and returned to his room. "I won't give in! There's no reason to use the best of the best. "
Meng Fuyao was silent. She narcissistically thought, 'Could it be that you really want to occupy my heart? Is that why you're abstinent? Don't do it, Master. Even if you stay chaste for ten thousand years, I won't fall in love with you … '
= =
"Why did you mix around with the Oracle?" Meng Fuyao asked Zhangsun Wuji as soon as they entered the room.
"Don't you want to have a smokescreen?" Zhangsun Wuji smiled and stroked her hair. "In that situation just now, instead of causing a ruckus, it's better to build a good relationship and let her protect you to the Temple. The Temple's messengers don't belong to one another, so it won't be that easy to find out."
"If they find out, it'll be troublesome, won't it?" Meng Fuyao muttered. "I'm afraid it's impossible to hide it until the end."
"Sooner or later, we'll still have to fight. Wouldn't it be better to fight after using her?" Zhangsun Wuji laughed.
"If you can win her heart, then we won't even have to fight." Meng Fuyao laughed as well.
"Huh? Really? "Someone feigned ignorance.
Meng Fuyao stopped talking. If she continued, someone would think that she was jealous.
It was a pity that she didn't say anything, but Zhangsun Wuji took it as jealousy. "Hmm … I think I smell something sour …"
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. "That's Nine-Tailed Fox's farting."
Nine-Tailed Fox looked up at the sky resentfully. 'Ahhh, how many beasts have waited up all night for my fragrant fart, but it's sour vinegar in your mouth …'
"To be honest, I don't understand. Aren't the cold gods in the Temple of Firmament supposed to be noble and reserved? Why are they all like love-struck fools who have never seen a man before? "Meng Fuyao couldn't help but whisper to Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her with a smile. "Can I take it that you're just curious?"
"Yes," Meng Fuyao answered shamelessly.
Zhangsun Wuji laughed and pinched her nose. "You know that the Temple of Evergreen allows intermarriage, but you've seen the people in the temple. They've been spoiled to the point where they have their eyes on the top of their heads. It's impossible for them to marry commoners, so there's very little choice in the temple."
"That's right." Meng Fuyao came to a sudden realization. "Judging from Tuoba Mingzhu's voice, she's still very young. She's already able to patrol the entire country, so her position in the temple must be quite high. It's really not easy to find a man of similar age, status, and all sorts of conditions."
She glanced at Zhangsun Wuji. Even if he had disguised himself to look ordinary, his natural good temperament couldn't be hidden. He could even wear a green robe and a small hat to look peerless. No wonder the cold and arrogant Tuoba Mingzhu became the God Tuoba the moment she saw him.
"Let's go out for a walk." Zhangsun Wuji pulled her. "It'll be good for you to understand more about Qiongcang."
She thought absentmindedly, 'From Taiyuan to Qiongcang, through the seven nations, although he's been by my side most of the time, he's not in the mood to play. Along the way, the two of them had very few opportunities to leisurely stroll the streets. And in the future … perhaps there won't be any more opportunities in the future.'
Her eyes dimmed at the thought, but she immediately pulled herself together. After going through the mystery of Xuanji's birth, she knew that she and Zhangsun Wuji had been entangled for a long time. She had thought some things through. Since Zhangsun Wuji was as insistent as she was, and she couldn't give up just because she tried to pull away from him, she would let him live in the present. Since she was determined to leave and was destined to let him down, she would try her best to leave him some good memories so that when she left, he wouldn't be surrounded by too much sadness and regret.
She lowered her head, lost in her own thoughts. Zhangsun Wuji looked at her quietly and suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Fuyao … I …" he said softly.
Fuyao grunted in his arms, waiting for the second half of his sentence. Zhangsun Wuji didn't speak for a long time. She pressed against his chest and raised her head in confusion. When she looked up, she saw that Zhangsun Wuji's eyes were dark, like the stars on the surface of the sea.
"It's nothing." Zhangsun Wuji tidied her messy hair and smiled brightly at her before leading her out.
Fuyao.
'How should I tell you …'
'I'm scared.'
= =
The two of them were strolling on the road.
But there was a big group behind them.
Sir Di Feitian and the three beasts.
The System disdained to pester them, but it wasn't willing to leave them alone. It even wanted to learn from Zhangsun Wuji's experience in pleasing Fuyao. Fuyao didn't mind. She just took it as bringing along another beast — a beast.
Qiong Cang's bazaar didn't look much different from that of other countries. However, there would be a shrine every now and then. Passersby would have to stop and pay their respects when they passed by with baskets and carriages. Hence, the streets were filled with people walking and stopping.
"Aren't you tired?" She chuckled.
"It's nothing," Zhangsun Wuji replied. Zhangsun Wuji said, "Every family has a shrine, and they have to worship it before they eat or sleep. Many hours of the day are wasted on this."
"Then would prostitutes also run to the shrine to burn a few sticks of incense and pay their respects halfway through their prostitution?"
Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her and answered slowly, "Prostitutes … I heard that they are not allowed to receive guests on God's Day. They are not allowed to receive guests for big or small sacrifices. They are not allowed to receive guests for big or small sacrifices. They are not allowed to receive guests for the birthday of the hall masters …"
Fuyao was stunned. "May I ask how many days a month they are allowed to do business?"
"Normally, five days."
Fuyao was still stunned. "Doesn't that mean they have to drink wind?"
"So the prostitutes in Qiong Cang work part-time."
"…" Fuyao was speechless.
Suddenly, someone stood up and banged their heads against each other without making a ruckus. "God bless us," they said before walking away amicably.
"Ah, although it seemed a little perverted just now, it seems like the people here are still simple and honest. Good job!" Fuyao praised.
"That's just because there are no quarrels in front of the shrine," Zhangsun Wuji said. "Those who violate this rule will be punished for three days and their entire family will not be allowed to join the sect. If you don't believe me, follow them and take a look. I guarantee you'll see two people fighting on the next street."
Fuyao was silent, but Uncle Di, who had been following them, didn't believe it and really followed them. After a while, he returned with a strange expression.
Fuyao looked at him with a smile. Uncle Di Feitian looked up at the sky and sighed. "They beat someone to death …"
"…" Fuyao was speechless.
After beating someone to death, the local bailiffs came to interrogate them.
"Who started it?"
"I swear by the Heavenly Man's decree," a fat man said piously. "The second son of the Wang family started it."
"I swear by the Heavenly Man's decree." The sister-in-law, who was carrying a child, put her hands together. "The third son of the Li family started it!"
She looked at Zhangsun Wuji, who leaned over. She thought he was going to explain what the prefix meant, but he whispered into her ear, "I, Zhangsun Wuji, swear by the will of the Celestial: I, Zhangsun Wuji, am absolutely loyal to Queen Meng."
The corner of Fuyao's mouth twitched, and she used the heel of her boot to touch the top of Zhangsun Wuji's boot …
"Hey! You! "a man dressed as a God follower asked her," Did you see anything? "
"I swear by the Heavenly Man's decree," Fuyao answered seriously. "Everything is but a fleeting cloud."
Not wanting to stay in the crowd and listen to the endless "swear by the Heavenly Man's decree", Fuyao dragged Zhangsun Wuji and continued walking. After a while, she saw a crowded place. Being a lively person, she immediately squeezed her way over.
When he finally squeezed through, he saw a door that looked like a yamen. Many people were kneeling and kowtowing to the inside. There was nothing strange about kowtowing. The key was that they were kowtowing in all kinds of ways. Some were kneeling on gravel, some had cigarettes on their heads, some were prostrating naked, and some were burning themselves with incense. The ground was filled with the smell of blood and burnt meat.
Fuyao was dumbfounded. "What are they doing?"
Zhangsun Wuji went over to ask and returned. "The Temple of God's annual selection season has arrived. This is a show of loyalty."
"Is it useful?" Fuyao was stunned. "Is this how the Temple of God chooses their disciples?"
"Of course not. It's just that the people hope to use this method to impress the officials in charge of the selection. "
"Then why not stop them?" Fuyao frowned as she looked at the young man who had burned her to a crisp. She was trembling in pain, but she did not even dare to make a sound.
"Why should we stop them?" Zhangsun Wuji turned to look at her. "Don't you think that, as a leader, it would be easier to manage if he was blindly loyal to the people?"
Fanatical religious believers … Fuyao shuddered. She suddenly thought of the defenders of Islam who had impaled the pagans in the Middle Ages in Europe, the Crusades, the theocratic Taliban, suicide bombers, stakes, and terrorists who had launched all kinds of violent suicide attacks under the call of extremist religions. In her previous life, there had been endless religious wars all over the world. Suddenly, she felt that this was a very scary country.
If … she were to become enemies with such a country …
Fuyao felt a chill in her heart. Suddenly, she heard someone crying beside her. The voice was sharp, but it was the voice of a child. Turning around, she saw a woman dragging her child to kneel on the rugged gravel ground. The child was about ten years old and was afraid of pain. He struggled and cried non-stop, but the woman held him down with all her might. Little by little, red marks appeared on the child's knees, and his crying became even louder.
The whole street was indifferent, as if they did not see anything. Someone even praised sincerely, "Auntie, you are so ambitious!"
Fuyao could not help but reach out to pull the child away. "Auntie, you are too cruel. Such a young child …"
Before she could finish her sentence, all the men and women on the ground jumped up at the same time, their heads and bricks flying toward her. The child in her hand suddenly turned his head away and spat on the corner of Fuyao's clothes. "Get lost! Who asked you to be so nosy!"
Fuyao broke down … What kind of people were these …
Zhangsun Wuji had already dragged her away. As she floated out, she also dragged Sir Di Feitian, whose eyebrows were already furrowed, away. What else could they do but escape? Zhangsun Wuji was already pulling her along. Fight with a bunch of commoners who did not know martial arts?
After turning a corner and squeezing through the crowd, not to mention the commoners, even Di Feitian was nowhere to be seen. Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief and patted her chest in relief. "That was close."
The dignified Great Wan Empress, who had fought her way through a storm of blood, was now being chased by a bunch of commoners who were wielding wooden sticks and bricks. She could not help but cry out in alarm …
Only after letting out a long breath did she realize that she was in a very secluded corner of the street. There were no pedestrians around, and she was leaning against a wall. Zhangsun Wuji had trapped her in the middle.
His height had an absolute strategic advantage over her. His lowered face was within inches of hers, and his extended arms encircled her, forming a narrow triangle. She was firmly in the middle of the triangle, the center of his territory.
A faint fragrance enshrouded the area. Because of this overlooking position, it was even more refreshing. Zhangsun Wuji's eyes were flowing with light, and his smile was gentle.
From that angle, the cool northern summer wind blew her hair. Her eyes were jet-black and intelligent, like a pool of clear water.
The fragrance was approaching, and it was warm.
However, a discordant sound broke the silence.
"Adulterous couple! Adulterous couple! "
On Zhangsun Wuji's shoulder, Master Vajra tilted his head and looked at the two strangely. After a while, he finally confirmed that they were going to do what the old master often did!
"Adulterous couple!" Vajra did not fly away. Its yellow hair stood up, and its yellow-green eyes darted around quickly. "Ah Ou! Little darling! Ah Ou, love brother! "
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly reached out and grabbed the bird. He took out a handkerchief and tied the bird's beak before hanging it on a small tree nearby.
Master Vajra had broken the heavenly secret and ruined the atmosphere, so he was punished to struggle on the withered tree …
Meng Fuyao raised her head and stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.
Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows, feeling that this woman was like Vajra. What a killjoy. The more Meng Fuyao laughed, the happier she became. The noble and elegant Zhangsun Wuji and the colorful blob on his back were too shocking …
"Are you going to keep laughing and waste the precious time we have together?" The new Limitless Emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl who was laughing uncontrollably. Her body swayed in the wind like a beautiful lotus. He suddenly smiled and then lowered his face, using his own lips to press on those lotus-like lips.
"Mmm …" Meng Fuyao, who was laughing happily, was taken aback by his tough stance.
Between the lips, the softness, the fragrance, and the warmth came one after another. The reserved and elegant Zhangsun Wuji's kiss was blazing and direct. He kissed her, kissed her, and lingered endlessly in her long-lost sweetness and warmth.
With one kiss, he kissed away the long-lost longing and the burning worries.
With one kiss, he kissed away the longing and the sleepless nights.
With one kiss, he kissed away the melancholy between her eyebrows. Even a smile could not dispel the sadness of parting.
With one kiss, he kissed away the haze in her heart. The fate that had been lingering in her heart for a long time, a fate that she had always tried to avoid but knew was unavoidable.
'If we are going to part in the end, please let me sleep in your ocean at this moment. The vast blue sky of 30,000 miles is washed clean. At this moment, your world is my everything.'
The woman under him was panting heavily. Under the mask as thin as a cicada's wing, one could vaguely see that her snow-white skin had a touch of rouge. Her usually bright and threatening eyes also began to gradually soften, rippling with a charming and gentle light like spring water. After the gentle light, it gradually spread out a painful darkness. Zhangsun Wuji immediately let go of her, sighed in a low voice, still reluctant to part with her lips, and gently pecked her.
Meng Fuyao pressed on her chest, waiting for the wave of pain to pass. The 'Emotion Lock' had not acted up for a long time. She had been apart more often than together, and there was almost no time or opportunity for her to be aroused. She did not want this familiar pain to be awakened again in this vast world.
Meeting Zhangsun Wuji's concerned and self-blaming gaze, she smiled, indicating that she was fine.
'That's fine.'
She was destined to be a passerby in the five continents. Just like the 'Emotion Lock', the unseen world wanted her to be infected with this strange poison, to tell her that indulging in it would only add to the pain in the future.
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It was dinner time when she returned to the 'Celestial Cave Abode'. The altar master was already waiting by the Moon Cave's door, and very ingratiatingly told Zhangsun Wuji that dinner was ready. Meng Fuyao, who had expended too much energy, ran inside while rubbing her belly, shouting, "I'm starving, I'm starving …"
Her voice stopped abruptly in front of the hall's door, and she stood there with one foot forward and the other back.
Zhangsun Wuji, who was behind her, opened his mouth and frowned.
Di Feitian glanced sideways and smiled.
After a while, Meng Fuyao retracted her foot, turned around, and looked at Zhangsun Wuji with a sneaky smile, but it was a smile that was a little strange.
Someone in the hall spoke up.
"Who are you? Why are you shouting in the Oracle's quarters? "
A lady dressed in light gold stood in the middle of the hall, slowly turning around with a well-prepared posture. Her unstyled golden robe had been changed into a light gold long dress, tailored to the beauty of a woman's curves. Her originally frail figure was accentuated by the skillful tailoring of the dress, which made her curvaceous in all the right places. There was a tinge of enchanting amidst her slender figure, adding a delicate and moving charm to her.
The mask on her face had also been removed, revealing a fair and clean face. Although her brows were delicate, she had a sickly appearance. However, she seemed to be very good at makeup, and knew very well how to cover up her flaws and highlight her good points. A little rouge and half of her cheeks immediately made up her beautiful and lively eyebrows. Originally like a landscape from a painting, it had lost its stiffness. Now, however, it was shimmering with light and shadow, as if looking at a mountain or a river, it was like looking at a mountain or looking at a river.
Under the illumination of the pearls hanging high up in the hall, the lady on the embroidered carpet appeared to be lively and fragrant, but her posture was also light and weak, which made her look pitiful.
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, thinking of the girl who had come out of the cabin during the collision earlier in the day. She had flattened the big ship with one step at a time. Compared to the delicate flower in the water now, she felt that life was really abstract.
She was standing there in a daze, but the other party was not happy. Where did this idiot come from? He was blocking the door, blocking the elegance that she had meticulously prepared to show to the other party!
"Get lost!"
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First of all, I would like to thank all of you. Not only did you not scold me when I made the mistake yesterday, but you also received a bunch of diamonds and flowers. It's rare to have such treatment when I make a mistake. Thank you!
Next, I would like to say that I'm nearing the end of the article, and my year's work has also begun the final inspection and summary stage. October is the busiest time for me. Thinking about the many things that need to be done, and the training that I have to do in a few days, I am speechless … The last part of the long article, as well as the tidying up of the clues, is also the most difficult time. These reasons will cause my updating speed to slow down, so there may be fewer or no updates in the future. I would like to apologize to all of you in advance, and promise that as long as I have time, I will do my best.
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