Saying it means not saying it.

Su Qinwu looked at Chongyuan and suddenly had an idea - could he be helpless?

Although he is the supreme god, he is only the supreme god of the 19th realm of Fengyun. He is in charge of spiritual energy. The witch of the void curses the demonic energy. No matter how powerful he is, he may not be able to use the demonic energy.

Su Qinwu asked him carefully: "Right?"

Chongyuan: "..."

Oh.

Will he be helpless if such a small curse be so small?

He raised his hand and pinched her chin, his voice was cold and smiling: "Do you underestimate your man too much?"

His warm breathing blew on Su Qinwu's face with a deep and cold fragrance. Su Qinwu was in a daze for a moment and heard him say softly: "But I won't hit your provocation."

Su Qinwu: “…”

never mind.

When she said nothing.

Anyway, she wasn't too worried.

The demonic energy in the 19th Domain of Fengyun is very small and will not have any serious impact on her in a short period of time.

After finishing her work in the fourteen domains, she went to Yu Qingzhou.

Yu Qingzhou was a dark demon king in his previous life, so there must be a way.

Su Qinwu glanced at him dissatisfiedly while thinking.

He, the real person, didn't want to help, so she went to find his spirit, hum!

Chongyuan read her thoughts, curled her lips slightly and smiled slightly.

All of this spiritual body are him.

Look for whatever you want.

He doesn't mind.

After Su Qinwu knew what the curse was, she felt relieved and wanted to destroy the jade fragments of the sword spikes.

Just as she was about to take action, she remembered its suppression of the deer-cutting sword and couldn't help but ask again: "Zhongyuan, do you know what this is?"

Chongyuan glanced at it lightly: "This thing is called the Sword Devouring Stone in the void outside the domain. The Void Demons are afraid of the spirit sword in human hands, so they thought of a solution, which is to combine the Sword Devouring Stone with the Spirit Devouring Stone to suppress the spirit sword. We usually call it the Sword Devouring Stone, because it can destroy a spirit sword in just a few months."

Su Qinwu was shocked: "The destroyed colum is the spirit-eating knot?"

Chongyuan nodded: "Yes."

He paused a little and added: "This one in your hand is the best, and the speed of destruction will be faster."

Su Qinwu was scared after listening to it.

It was almost impossible for her to snatch the Deer-Cutting Sword back.

If the Deer-Cutting Sword was taken to the outer void by them, if she had finished her curse and went to the outer void by the outer void, the Deer-Cutting Sword would have become scrap iron.

Su Qinwu activated the divine light to destroy the things simply and neatly.

Then, she stood up from the pavilion: "Zhongyuan, I want to..."

Just as she was about to take a step, her slender waist was caught.

Chongyuan put a little force, and Su Qinwu fell into his arms stained with the deep and cold fragrance. Chongyuan looked at her with his eyes down, and his deep eyes in the backlight folded into a dark light, and a little more of her legs made her (crossed off) soft and burning.

"Whatever I want, huh?"

Su Qinwu widened her eyes: "It's not what you thought."

She wants to practice!

She had not recovered the spiritual power she had overdrawn with using Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect yet, so she had no intention of thinking about anything else.

Chongyuan's slender fingertips pressed on her lips: "Don't you?"

Su Qinwu was in tears: "That's not OK anywhere!"

Chongyuan's voice was laughing: "As you wish."

In an instant, the scenery changed.

Su Qinwu was still sitting in his arms, but the Octagonal Pavilion had become the study room of Henggong.

Chongyuan held her and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

In front is a wide sandalwood book case. On the right side of the book case is a jade slip that Su Qinwu took off from the bookshelf and forgot to put back. The light outside the window is bright, shining on the purple shark flowers that are blooming in full bloom by the window. The breeze blows gently, and the shallow fragrance appears and disappears.

There is a silence and quiet taste.

When Chongyuan was with her in Heng Palace, he handled official duties here.

So, he was going to let her come and work with him?

Chongyuan raised his hand and pushed the jade slip away, put her on the desk, but his hand did not retract it. Instead, he leaned over in this position. His tall figure blocked the sunlight outside the window and the fragrance of purple horn flowers by the window.

In her world, suddenly only his breath was left.

Chongyuan's eyes deeply imprinted her in her sight, and her tone was indescribable: "Qinwu."

Su Qinwu suddenly felt her scalp numb: "Hmm?"

Chongyuan laughed softly: "I can be here..."

Su Qinwu: "?"

Chongyuan's eyes were deep and unconscious: "Do you want it?"

The low and mute whisper almost made Su Qinwu feel lost. Su Qinwu subconsciously clenched the edge of the desk, but when his thin lips were about to approach her, two words popped up: "No."

Chongyuan's movements suddenly stopped.

At that moment, she clearly saw an instinct flashing in his eyes that could not be suppressed.

Su Qinwu held her breath and tried to make herself look as if she was free of distractions: "I regret it."

Chongyuan: "..."

When Su Qinwu saw him narrowing his eyes, she felt like he was killing me for fish because of a knife, and quickly remedyed it: "You were the one who broke your trust first!"

Before he could speak, she accused: "During the trial gate, you promised me and took the spirits I couldn't guess with me. You promised, but you didn't do it!"

Chongyuan lowered his eyes and glanced at her indifferently: "I did it, but you didn't notice it."

Su Qinwu was stunned: "You didn't lie to me?"

She quickly recalled every strong man she met after the second gate and immediately locked in someone.

That person was the best one she had met in it for nearly seventy years.

"The clouds are shining?!"

Chongyuan nodded: "It's me."

Su Qinwu's expression was dull for a few seconds, and suddenly she rushed over and hugged him: "Dad!"

Chongyuan: "..."

Feeling the soft hug of the girl in her arms, Chongyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned over and bit her lips: "Did you just shout it casually?"

He used some force and bite Su Qinwu a little bit.

After he let go, Su Qinwu unconsciously touched her lips with her fingers.

His lips were slightly wet, all of which were traces left by him.

She felt a little wronged.

Yun Wanzhao is her father.

Chongyuan looked at her white and slender fingertips and her lips that were bitten as red as cherry, leaned over again. When Su Qinwu thought he was going to come again, he rubbed his lips with his bite, as if he wanted to smooth out her slight pain.

Su Qinwu pushed him away and said, "Also, I agreed to change to Xiao Yuanyuan of different personalities to accompany me for each door, but it will not change for fifty years! They are all Xiao Yuanyuan!"

The calm darkness in Chongyuan's eyes turned into helplessness: "Sorry, I was in seclusion at that time."

Su Qinwu was immediately embarrassed to accuse him of breaking his promise.

The higher the cultivation level, the longer it takes to practice Zhoutian.

After her cultivation level reached the Sword Lord, she often practiced for ten days and eight days. Chongyuan was in seclusion for five years, and probably only practiced for a few Zhoutians.

She had to let him practice.

Su Qinwu said generously: "Okay. I forgive you."

She thought this matter was over, but Chongyuan suddenly sneered: "Su Qinwu, are you very happy to settle the score with me?"
Chapter completed!