Love in Xuancheng

"He's different from Geshu! Geshu is a simple brother sister friendship to you. He, he, he has a desperate desire to marry you. What good thing can a man covet his sister?"

As soon as he mentioned this stubble, Feng moye wanted to immediately enter the tripod and carry Zixuan out, dead or alive, so as not to block his heart and lungs!

"Oh, my good husband - don't be angry, OK? Brother Zixuan didn't know before - the so-called unknown is not guilty. Your husband has a lot, so forgive him! Besides, there are thousands of women in a family, not to mention I'm so cute and beautiful..."

Shen Xingyue began to act coquettish, argue and fool, and put gold on her face. It was not polite at all.

Feng moye took her sincerely and had no choice but to compromise.

"The tripod is a world in itself. Jiuyan is not only a master of medicine, but also the Lord of heaven and earth in the tripod. As long as he calms down and warms up, he can get out of the tripod within a thousand years."

"Oh - see you again in a thousand years -"

"What? Madam, do you want to see him now? Why don't I go in and get him out for you now?"

Feng moye, the big vinegar king, and Zixuan, he's afraid he's very sad to go! At that time, he died, but there was a turn for the better.

Jinyi found Cangwu, drank the water from the soul spring, the source of the dark region, and did not hesitate to exchange his life for life. He sucked away the poison of magic Jing from Zixuan, and ended up in ashes, just for a glimmer of vitality.

The poison of magic wattle has already infected the bone marrow meridians. Once it is sucked away, it is bound to hurt its root. All the infected places must be scraped and cut. Not everyone can bear the pain. But Zixuan, he was stunned and survived. He didn't cry in pain for those three days and nights, but he was very quiet. There was no other sound in his mouth except "Yuer -- Yuer --".

In the past three days and nights, the old man vomited several pots of blood and nearly crushed ten finger bones. Zixuan is so obsessed that if he can calm down, it's not him!

"No, no, no... no! No! He's staying inside. I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him!" Shen Xingyue waved her hand quickly, snored and changed the topic quickly.

"Husband - let's go this time - take our son? Isn't it good for our family of three to be together?"

Feng moye, with a black face, cold and angry, and without stagnation, went straight to the long couch near the window and sat down. He put the people in his arms on his legs and straightened them, "who will attack the throne when his son is taken away? Are you sure we can have a family of three?"

Angry, but he still walked down the steps of his daughter-in-law. After a long separation, he didn't want any unhappiness between them.

Shen Xingyue was confused by him. "I don't understand --! Not three, but how many?"

"Take away your son, Grandpa and master Congjing. I'm afraid they can't get rid of them!"

Although Feng moye's face looked better, his tone was still cold. Before Shen Xingyue asked, he slowly opened his mouth to explain.

"The second prince, Yuan Yizong, had a bad mind. His father sealed his cultivation and could not be unsealed until he died. He has been stationed in the northern wilderness for thousands of years.

Zhouzihuan, the fifth prince, is obsessed with cultivation and has no knowledge of personnel. It is rare to see him for thousands of years. He is either closed door or searching for ancient books.

Ye Chuyue, the sixth prince, is playful and unruly. His whereabouts are mysterious and uncertain. Who knows where he is!

At present, there are only your husband, me and my son. Can my wife think of a more suitable candidate? "

Shen Xingyue shook her head, "it seems... Can't..."