Yan Zuo felt cold in his heart, and he couldn't help but hold his breath. He calmed for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "You are a sinner in heaven."

He opened his eyes, his eyes calm: "Who convicted me? Who has the qualification?"

The tone of course, the tone of course, and this... is also a fact of course.

The guilty oneself is confessed because he is bound by himself.

God-eating?

This crime is even more ridiculous. In the hands of the Eight Great Gods, no one has the status and authority that has been contaminated with the blood of thousands of gods.

The absolute ruler in heaven is the least possible hand of killing and blood.

The emperor's merits and careers made by the emperor's son to heaven are enough to suppress his killing and the blood of his fellow tribes.

If he hadn't punished himself, who would have dared to convict him?

The divine beasts in all directions and the five star gods are all ministers under his command.

He is also the only one among the seven realms of heaven and earth, and among the wilderness of the four seas, fighting in the name of a young god! He is the legend of the god world!

At a young age, he is so full that he can compete with the God Emperor for glory!

Who dares to convict such a person?

Yan Zuo couldn't speak, but his eyes were as sharp as the edge of his eyes, staring at the woman in his arms, with his eyes extremely unwilling!

His expression was extremely leisurely, but he could see the shallow impatientness in his dark eyes.

Yan Zuo's face suddenly sank: "If you kill me, it will cause a war between the two realms of the God Realm!"

The darkness was silent, the wind stopped, the shadow stopped, and the man had a rare smile on his face, and the smile on his lips was actually strong: "You seem to be considering yourself too important."

Yan Zuo took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that surged in his heart: "What do you want?"

"Annoying." He spit out two words lightly.

"What?"

"Either die or get out of sight, so that you won't be upset. Choose one by yourself, right?" His tone was very plain, but it was close to giving.

The black and golden eyes were no longer deep, and the emotions that surged out were like bubbles on the sea, which could hardly be concealed: "There are many people in the seven realms who want your life. Now you only have the Shenyou Realm, so I am not afraid that I will announce the news that you are still alive to the seven realms."

The smile on the man's lips dissipated slightly, but it did look a little cold and indifferent: "You can give it a try, anyway..."

The palm covering Yousheng's eyes loosened, slid inch by inch, and pinched her white and sharp chin: "Some people want me to die, some people want me to live, too many people want me to die, and I can't count clearly. Her father is the first person who wants me to live."

Playing Zuo is desperate.

He said it well.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the emperor's son had a good personal relationship with the Netherworld God, and even had eight friends.

The emperor's son's desire to make friends is very pure and single, but he just thinks that the Netherworld is worthy of friendship.

But Youming's thoughts are clear about the bystanders and the authorities are confused.

His drunkenness is not about wine.

On the surface, he was called brother and brother, but secretly he poured wine on the emperor's son several times, got drunk and packed it back to the mansion and threw it on his daughter's bed for him to enjoy it.

So the goddess Yousheng was not so ridiculous yet, and one did not accomplish any good things.

The emperor's son fell in the cycle of reincarnation, and the God of Netherworld regretted that he had to find another marriage for his beloved daughter.

If you know that Wu Qixie is still alive, you may soon start a bloody storm and cure the lives of the seven realms.

He then took advantage of the fact that the emperor's realm was not full, and he was knocked out and threw it into his daughter's room.

Now, this cannot guarantee that after being lonely and desperate for thousands of years, this goddess Yousheng will still be as good as this person who is always thinking about and seeking but cannot get it.

How could I control it at the beginning?

Of course it is impossible.

By then, he would have ended in hatred by playing the role of a left-handed chicken and would have ended up in hatred.

In this way, the only thing that can be entrusted is that three days later, the dark abyss will be in chaos, and the emperor's son would be better off dying in a dark place where no one knows it.

The Shenyou Realm seems powerful, but in three days, even the palace master may not be able to escape unsuccessfully. How can a fallen god who is still in the cycle of reincarnation be able to survive the disaster peacefully?

The face was gloomy for a long time, and his clenched fists finally loosened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wuqixie, I hope that in the next day, my wedding ceremony with the goddess Yousheng will be able to invite you to have a wedding wine."

After saying that, his body turned into a wisp of lonely smoke, drifted to the dark sky, and then escaped silently.

...

The plants and trees shine with fireflies, and the hillsides are covered with fine velvet and white flowers blooming in the dark night.

In late autumn and early winter, trees change color, and the flowing water gushes silently and lonely.

There was silence all around, and the ancient light covered the hillside, illuminating the slender eyebrows, pale face, and the dim star sand between the beautiful eyebrows of the sleeping woman under the trees.

The night fog is swaying, and the cold branches are thick.

The woman was wearing a wide white shirt, curled up in a sleepy posture, and although the white shirt could cover her body, the distant mountains and deep forests were always inseparable from the frost and cold air from the mountains.

The white shirt gradually became a layer of moisture, with a cold and thin feeling. It was against the jade-like skin, which made people feel that it was more obvious, half-covered.

She was awakened by a violent cough.

The eye feathers rustled, and opened their eyes.

She felt a slight coldness wrapped around her body, and the white clothes covering her body were not warm at all. She saw a back bathed in the light of fireflies on the small stones.

She sat up like a big dream, which affected the injuries on her abdomen. She endured the severe pain in her body. She slid from her skin to her waist as if she was unknown.

She looked straight at the back, afraid of missing something, her whole body became stiff, her voice trembling like a strong wind passing by the dead leaves: "Is this dead? Or..."

The tone of voice paused slightly, and a deepest pain passed through his eyes: "This is another dream."

Dreams are all bubbles.

She doesn't want to be fooled, and she doesn't want Shen Du to wake up in her dream.

The back slowly turned around, and the mountain was covered with fireflies and paled the boy's cheeks.

He looked at her calmly and slowly said, "Die? If Miss Asheng wants to die, then please return my clothes to me first. The wind in the Dark Abyss Palace is too cold."

A Sheng?

The blurred vision gradually became clear, and the bubbles were shattered under the swaying emotions.

That person never called her Miss Asheng.

He would only call her life coldly.

And in the glimmer of fireflies, that face was not the same as the person tens of years ago.

Her thoughts were a little confused and she couldn't figure out the situation for a long time, but under her chest, she was suffocated.

The severe pain that I could not feel just now was pouring over and over again like a tide, crushing every corner of my body, making my toes curled up.

Yousheng's face was pale and his expression was bleak: "Why is it you?"

The boy sitting on the small stone clenched his fist and covered his lips and coughed: "Why can't it be me?"

When I put my fist down, my lips were pale and there was no trace of redness.

But Yousheng didn't notice it. His fists, which were silently put in his sleeves, were wet and red.

Although he successfully forced the young master of Jiuye to retreat, the other party was just afraid of the identity of the emperor and the power of the Shenyou Realm.

All these things just now seem calm

If you are determined, you will gain the upper hand everywhere, but you can only know the difficulties and dangers.

If you are a little calmer and cautious, and if you detect his true cultivation level, you will know that he is only at the peak of the Yuan Dynasty.

Now that his trump card is exhausted, he will never be able to be a opponent to play Zuo, let alone behind him, there are also weak points like Fenghuang Canglian.

After several simple conversations, no one knew that his clothes were already wet. Even when he caught You Sheng, the remaining power of the fist spread out, which caused him severe internal injuries.

The life-and-death handover hanging on a thread.

What you strive for is not cultivation, but confidence and courage.

If he lacks confidence, he will definitely see the flaw and will definitely kill him on the spot!

Yousheng was stunned for a moment: "No... it's impossible. It's clear that he was that person just now. He must still be in the Dark Abyss Palace!"

She struggled to get up, and she was like a frightened and wandering deer, stumbled.

Ling Tiansu had no choice but to stand up and walked over, squatted in front of her, holding his chin with his hands, and his tone was very calm: "You have been exposed."

A simple sentence made Yousheng's efforts to stand up with pain were wasted.

Following Ling Tiansu's joking gaze, he looked down. Under the white clothes, the black skirt was gone, and the snowy skin almost shattered people's eyes.

The fist of the Zuo was sinister and vicious, and directly destroyed her clothes, not even half of the threads were left.

"ah!!!!!"

She screamed, her face burning like a chili sauce, and squatted on the ground with her white toes, covering her chest with her hands, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
To be continued...