The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Ling Que couldn't resist the strong coercion, and took a few steps back unsteadily, before being blocked by a camphor tree.

A trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was shocking.

Xuanyuan Shangchen on one side was still standing there like this, motionless, ignoring the coercion as nothing, as stable as a rock.

A black windbreaker, automatic without wind, with a bit of a cold taste.

Mo Zhixuan stood opposite the two of them, the corners of his thin lips curled slightly, his expression was still as cold as ever, his facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

It didn't change anything because of that arc.

This is a duel between the strong and the strong.

A close call.

Ling Que couldn't utter a word, his brows and eyes were full of unbearable pain, and for the first time in history, he felt that the god of death was so close to him.

Fear, cold, all over her body for a while, she has never been so helpless at this moment

The Patriarch of the Mo family slaughtered the city as a young man, as if he existed as a ruler, and his reputation was indeed well-deserved.

Xuanyuan Shangchen calmly raised his hand and put it on Lingque's shoulder, wisps of spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye flowed into Lingque's body along his palm.

The pain on his body faded away like a tide, Ling Que felt his whole body lighten up, and when he looked at Mo Zhixuan again, his eyes were full of awe.

"I will leave as soon as possible," Xuanyuan Shangchen looked up at Mo Zhixuan, his dark and calm eyes were hidden under the brim of the hat, leaving only a smooth and delicate jaw, and his tone was very deep and deep, "If you dare to betray her, I will I will never let you go!"

The last sentence is fraught with danger.

A gleam flashed in Ling Que's eyes.

She didn't expect Xuanyuan Shangchen to choose to leave.

He loves Junhuang so much, how could he be willing to give her up to another man?

Did Xuanyuan Shangchen give up on Junhuang just like that?

But why couldn't she feel any joy?

Instead, my heart is a little cold, a little cold.

No one knew Xuanyuan Shangchen better than her, and she knew that he would not compromise so easily.

"Don't worry," the corner of Mo Zhixuan's mouth curled into a sneering arc, his thin lips were cold, "I am not your Xuanyuan Shangchen, and Chu Jin is not the empress Junhuang."

In one word, two meanings.

One is to satirize Xuanyuan Shangchen's actions of a villain thousands of years ago.

The second is to remind him that the water is hard to recover, and the events of a thousand years ago have passed, and Chu Jin is just Chu Jin, and she is not a substitute for anyone.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Shangchen pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

After all, he is ashamed of Junhuang.

Now he has no position to refute Mo Zhixuan's words.

One day, he will prove himself with practical actions.

As long as Junhuang lives well, nothing is more important than her life.

Even if it means letting him give up everything, he is willing.

Ling Que moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he pressed them back silently.

She was complaining about Xuanyuan. If it wasn't for him, Junhuang would have been wiped out long ago. How could there be Chu Jin now?

Why did he, Mo Zhixuan, say that about Xuanyuan Shangchen?

However, she couldn't say these words.

Chu Jin is Chu Jin, but also Jun Huang, but not Jun Huang.

Since ancient times, people who defy the world have not been recognized by the Dao of Heaven, and even if Ren Mo Zhixuan is strong, he cannot compete with the Dao of Heaven.

But Ling Que forgot that there is still the son of Tiandao in this world.

There was some stillness in the air.

"Treat her well." After a long while, Xuanyuan Shangchen finally said such a sentence, a bit bitter.

The words fell, turned and left.

The magpie followed closely behind.

The black figure gradually disappeared into the night, and soon disappeared.

Soon there was thunder and lightning in the sky, and it rained cats and dogs.

Mo Zhixuan stood there coldly, with thunder and lightning intertwined in his eyes, bean-sized raindrops fell on his sharp facial features, slightly cool.

He stood in the rain without walking, as stable as Mount Tai, with a very cold expression, and there was a chill in his eyes. It was a June day, which made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

Xuanyuan Shangchen and Ling Que walked all the way, neither of them spoke, the rain was heavy, and the already thin clothes were soaked.

The two quickly walked to a villa and stopped.

Xuanyuan Shangchen is in front.

The magpie is behind.

As soon as he walked to the door, the door opened, and a young girl came out from inside, "Brother Xuanyuan, you are back." The voice was very soft, very light, and very pleasant.

And some, familiar...

Ling Que's heart was shocked when she heard that, she quickly looked up, she was stunned when she saw it, and saw the girl in front of her, wearing a red and earthy dress, with a delicate face, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, creamy skin, red lips and white teeth , a red dress cleverly brought out her extravagance.

There is no shortage of femininity in the heroic spirit.

Charming, enchanting, but sacred and inviolable.

There is a phoenix tail pattern drawn above the left eyebrow.

Like a phoenix standing above the nine heavens.

This is... the living Junhuang?

Ling Que's face turned pale all of a sudden.

If he hadn't just met Chu Jin in Huagui Garden, Ling Que would have thought that he was hallucinating.

The person in front of him is exactly the same as Chu Jin, there is almost no difference, even the position of the red mole under the collarbone is the same.

"Is there anything uncomfortable this afternoon?" Xuanyuan Shangchen walked in and asked.

"I'm fine," the girl smiled slightly, "Brother Xuanyuan, you don't have to worry." The tone was intimate and natural, as if she had known Xuanyuan Shangchen for a long time.

Ling Que followed behind the two of them, with the blood flowing backwards all over his body.

Brother Xuanyuan.

How long has it been since she heard these four words, Ling Que is immersed in deep memories.

Just in time, the girl in red who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled coquettishly, "Brother Xuanyuan, who is this?"

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