Bancheng Fengyue

The sky gradually darkened, and after a while, fine and small snowflakes fell on the lion's back, and Zhixi raised her head in astonishment, it's only before noon now? Why is it dark?

And why is it so cold? Even though it is the late winter season, the more you fly forward, the more you feel the coldness, it is definitely not caused by the weather, a thick layer of frost has formed on the face of the nine-headed lion, Zhixi can't help shivering, and Gu Ting's complexion is also not very good-looking.

After a while, the Nine-Headed Lion finally shivered and dared not fly forward again. Zhixi covered her head and face with her sleeves, and the front was a deep darkness that was so thick that she couldn't see her fingers. The bowl-sized snowflakes fell densely, and she could hardly open her eyes. Even with their godly bodies, they couldn't stand the biting cold—this is Xuan Princess B's home? Is it like this before arriving at Zhongshan?

Gu Ting said loudly in the huge snowstorm: "I can't go any further! Otherwise, I will be injured! What should I do?"

Fu Cang looked down at Xuan Yi, she fell into a deep sleep again, the lion's fur under her body was already wet with the blood of the gods, forming pieces of red ice.

As soon as Zhuyin was injured, he couldn't control the overflow of divine power. The more serious the injury, the heavier the overflow of divine power. Looking at the violent storm and snow in the distance, and the scene of thousands of miles of ice, he remembered that thousands of years ago, there were rumors that Emperor Zhongshan wiped out the Tongshan clan. , and since then, the emperor has never left the Zhongshan Palace of Longevity - I am afraid that the emperor will suffer a lot.

He leaned over and picked Xuan Yi up, and said, "I'll ask Xiao Jiu to take you back."

After saying that, he jumped and disappeared into the dark and raging snowstorm.

Xiao Jiu? Who is that? Zhixi was at a loss, but when she heard the nine green lions below her screaming, she asked in surprise, "This mount is called Xiaojiu?"

Such... such a distasteful name.

Gu Ting took the reins and flew back: "He has raised Xiaojiu since he was a child, what good name can the little boy come up with. He is a descendant of the Huaxu family, and the severe cold and scorching heat are naturally unacceptable to him. Tell him to send the princess. We're afraid we won't be able to go to the mountain."

Zhixi stared blankly at the rolling snowflakes, she didn't hear Gu Ting's words clearly.

The sword-dancing **** she had been infatuated with for nearly ten thousand years in her heart was unparalleled in the world, but the real God of Helping the Cang seemed to be completely different from the one she had in mind.

He cherishes words like gold, but it's not the reason she thinks, he will also make all kinds of evil, inexplicably fight against Xuan Yi, ignore etiquette and directly lift the skirt of the goddess.

She couldn't tell whether it was the sword-wielding **** Huixue's long-sleeved Qingjue who was haunting her in her dreams, or the Fucang **** who had become a classmate with her.

*

Fu Cang galloped against the wind and snow, and the Dragon Princess in his arms gradually became heavy and cold.

Just when he thought she was about to show her dragon body again, she moved suddenly, opened her eyes, and looked at him quietly with a kind of alienated sharpness. After a while, she proudly raised her pale chin, and said softly, "Senior Brother Fu Cang, I'm waiting for your apology."

He narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

"You have done a lot of rude things to me, and Huaxu's reputation of being respectful and noble has been ruined by a reckless man."

Fu Cang said: "Zhuyin's reputation of being brave and good at fighting has also been ruined by those who have no strength to restrain a chicken."

Xuan Yi said softly: "Brother Fucang, I just want to ask you to do me a favor."

"explain."

"Can you put me down and leave here smoothly?"

Fu Cang lowered his head and glanced at her. This Dragon Princess was so weak that her complexion was pale, her voice was low and hoarse, and she even raised her head in a majestic appearance. Everyone who approached her felt panicked. The sarcasm, or the gentle jokes.

He used his hands to push her upturned head back unceremoniously, as if he didn't hear the painful cry of her nose hitting his chest, and said slowly: "Say one more word, and I will throw you back to the lower realm."

She was trembling with anger, but there was nothing she could do about him. This situation really made him feel a strange and indescribable pleasure, which can only be described by two words.

The famous Zhuyin Dragon God lineage, what their little princess should be, he didn't think deeply about it. The Emperor of Heaven made a connection, and he went to see her without incident. For more than 30,000 years, most of the people who came and went were noble protoss. The princess should be similarly gentle and elegant, with a pure heart, and a few friendly chats can make a difference.

He thought so, and so he was vastly mistaken.

The smooth trajectory began to distort from Huahuang Xiandao, and now it is out of control. The malice hidden deep in his heart even surprised him. Sometimes he really wanted to crush her, but when she turned into a loach, he would Very pleasing.

Fu Cang suddenly wanted to sigh, and subconsciously rubbed her thumb twice on the top of her head. Now that there were no tiny dragon horns there, she was so angry that she ground her teeth, and she didn't make a squeaking mouse sound. He actually missed that cold and soft ball Little loach.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, and suddenly, a towering and majestic mountain appeared in front of the eyes, crossing the sky and the earth, deep and silent, and Zhongshan had arrived.

The servant guards in front of the mountain gate saw from a distance that their little princess was hugged by a young god, and they were frightened into a mess. There was only a white-clothed **** standing in front of him, his clothes were in a mess, his body was stained with blood, his neckline was open, and most of his collarbone was exposed, making him look very ugly.

Seeing Qi Nan, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the face of this handsome god, covering his open neckline, his voice was charming and soft: "Master Qi Nan, Mrs. Hua Xu is very polite, I will send the noble princess back .”

Qi Nan was so shocked that he stayed where he was—God Fu Cang? ! where is the princess

Then, he watched helplessly as God Fu Cang pulled out a small, pitch-black loach from his clothes, Qi Nan's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted from the stimulation.

His little princess! The body of a dragon appeared!

The situation behind was a mess, and when the servants carefully carried the princess back to the Purple Mansion on a rattan bed, Qin Nan remembered that he should greet God Fucang, and then rushed to the front of the mountain gate, the **** had already left, he He beat his chest and stamped his feet again, but he was still more worried about the serious injury of the princess. He ordered the guards to close the mountain gate, and then hurried to the Hall of Eternal Life with a pale face.

*

Xuan Yi woke up in a deep darkness, the darkness that reassured her surrounded her surroundings, only a faint candlelight flickered not far away.

She let out a breath slowly, the injury was too serious, she fell asleep directly, and didn't have time to tell Qinan not to disturb her father.

Sure enough, Emperor Zhongshan's hoarse voice sounded quickly: "Ah Yi, you are seriously injured~www.readwn.com~ There are still demon poisonous soft thorns left in the wound that cannot be taken out... How do you feel now?"

She wanted to turn over and sit up, but her injured body did not allow her to do this most common movement, she whispered: "Father, I'm fine."

Emperor Zhongshan stared at his daughter's slender body. Because of the severe injuries, she even showed the body of a dragon before. This is the second time she has been injured like this. I hate that the catfish demon in the lower realm is dead, otherwise He has countless means to make her survive or die.

What's even more helpless is that only the Moonlight Essence of Goddess Wangshu can remove the poisonous thorns in Xuanyi's wound, but this goddess was once a lineage of the Dragon God of Taiyin Mountain, and has been suppressed by the Zhuyin clan for countless generations. On the one hand, the invitations he sent were like mud cows pouring into the sea, and she didn't reply at all.

He had to use some means.

Thinking of this, Emperor Zhongshan said again: "I heard that God Lord Fei Lian had a quarrel with you, Ah Yi, how do you want him to make amends for you?"

Zhuyin never begs others, and has all kinds of thunderous means to make others submit.

Xuan Yi shook his head: "I don't need to make amends...Father, please don't tell Qingyan about this."

Emperor Zhongshan smiled wryly: "Are you afraid of affecting him?"

Xuan Yi closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The darkness of the candle shade consumes too much energy. Father, take it back. This is a small injury, so there is no need to go to war."

He couldn't help being startled, he didn't know whether it was bitterness or joy in his heart, the daughter who had emptied him for so many years still knew that she loved him. There are countless emotions in his heart. For so many years, A Cui's demise, his exhausted divine power under the rage, Qing Yan's resentment, Xuan Yi's indifference... He thinks about these every day, but it has been a long time since he let him go. His eye sockets were sharply stabbed.

This boundless and destructive regret was all redeemed a little because of her words.