Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. The Oriental Festival went into the rubble for a long time, and found nothing useful.

After he was thrown into the dead continent by Ye Zhongyuan at that time, Tianji Pavilion was destroyed, and now only this piece of ruins is left.

"Tianji Pavilion of Millennium Foundation, gone ... nothing ..." Eastern offering sat idly in the ruins.

Di Fuya stepped forward and sneered slightly, "Do you really think I'm stupid?"

The look of the Eastern Offering changed, and some guilty consciences said, "What?"

"If Tianjige is so easy to be destroyed, is it still called Tianjige?" Di Fuyao said positively: "Don't pretend, it's important for me to get up and do business."

"Ahem." The Eastern Festival was embarrassed. "Hung Hom may have been taken back to the palace by the emperor. We need to go to the palace."

Emperor Fu shook his eyes slightly and threatened, "Don't do any tricks, you know my temper. If you dare lie to me, I don't mind beating you again and throwing it into the death continent, so you can never come out of it forever. . "

"How dare I lie to you," said the Eastern Festival weakly.

On the death continent, he has already seen the powerful connections of Di Fuyao, the sacred beast ancestor Zulong, who is also her friend. How dare he provoke her?

Di Fuya grabbed him, lifted his breath, and flew high into the sky, and soon came to the West Chu Palace.

Before flying into the palace, an enchantment stopped it, and Emperor Fuyao had to spin to the ground and came to the palace gate.

"What!" The Yu Linjun guarding the palace gate stared at her alertly.

The Eastern Festival hurried to laugh and said, "It's me."

"Who are you again?" The leader obliquely slapped him, a cold expression.

The face of the Eastern offering sank, and said coldly, "Tianji Pavilion, the Oriental Offering!"

"Please, if you want to impersonate the Oriental Pavilion Lord, you must find someone with a similar body. Look at you like a monkey, but you are also the Oriental Pavilion Lord." The commander chuckled. It is no longer in Bitian Continent. "

No wonder the leader did not recognize the Eastern Festival.

In the eyes of the people of Xichu, the Lord of the Heavenly Offerings of the Heavenly Pavilion Pavilion is the beautiful man who stands high and the Yushu is in the wind.

But the man in front of him, thin and black, still dressed in tatters, could be the owner of the Oriental Pavilion?

The oriental sacrifice was so angry that the five internal organs and six sacrifice were almost smoking, and after rumbling up and down the whole body, finally remembered the pendant still hanging on the neck, and said angrily: "Open your dog's eyes and see! Is Lao Tzu the Oriental Festival!"

The pendant is exquisite, engraved with the special rune of Tianji Pavilion.

When the commander looked at it, he was shocked by the cold, "You, are you really the Lord of the Oriental Pavilion?"

"Crap!" Dongfang Jie glanced at him coldly, "Can you let it go?"

"Lord of the East, you, please!" Qiang Qiang opened the palace door with a smile.

The Eastern Festival gave a cold hum, and went into it with a big swing.

Emperor Fuyao was a little funny, and he caught up with him and threw him a new suit. "Change it first."

He had just returned from the dead continent, and his clothes were dirty and torn, and later he saw the Emperor Xichu, afraid that even Dongfang Qing would not recognize it.

The Oriental Festival also knows that its image is not good. After finding a place to pick it up, the image is still passable.

The news of the two entering the palace soon passed to the Yangxin Hall, which was in the ears of Dongfang Qing, who was reviewing the book.

"The owner of the Oriental Pavilion is back, is the little Fuyao accompanying him?" The **** who was grinding aside made a surprise voice.

Yu Linjun, who came to the obituary, looked at the **** with a puzzled look. This little **** should not die, but he dared to be impolite.

"You go down first, you can bring someone to raise your heart." Dongfang Qing waved.

After the person exited the Yangxin Hall, Dongfang Qing looked up at Su Qinghuan, who was dressed as a male eunuch, and said helplessly and cozily, "Qing Huan, you can easily reveal your identity."

Su Qinghuan grinned at him, "I'm leaving anyway soon, even if exposed, I can't be found."

"Go?" Dongfang Qing immediately put down the pen, and hurriedly hugged it, arrogantly, "I won't let you go!"

"Dong Qing Qing, let go of me!" Su Qinghuan wasn't angry. "I just came to help you for a while, and I didn't say I would stay in the palace for a long time. Besides, I'm not your Su Guifei for a long time, you can't help it Want to tie me up and keep me going? "

"If you insist on leaving from your side, I don't mind binding you firmly all my life!" Dongfang Qing hugged her tightly, and it seemed like she would rub her into the blood.

"Let me go! Asshole!" Su Qinghuan yelled.

Emperor Fuyao and Dongfang Festival just entered the temple. It was hard to see Dongfang Qing hugging and kissing a little eunuch. The two of them were petrified immediately, stunned, as if they saw a ghost!

"Emperor you--" the Oriental Festival offered his heart sorrowful: "How can you be so heartbroken that even a little **** will not let it go ?!"

The cold roar frightened them.

Dongfang Qing's eyes flashed, and it was only after he saw that it was him.

However, Dongfang Qing's stun is not less than Dongfang Qing's, "Second Uncle, how do you become a ghost?"

"You don't care about me!" Dongfang Jiqi said badly: "It's you, I've only been walking for a few months. How can you give up and deal with an eunuch, and you just care about people's ethics?

Dongfang Qing had no time to explain. Su Qinghuan turned around and hugged Emperor Fuyao, "Woohoo Xiaofuya, you are finally back!"

When Di Fu shaked the familiar voice, he recognized the **** as Su Qinghuan in disguise, and smiled, "Well, I'm back."

The Eastern Festival had not been recognized, and was even more shocked. He almost fainted. "The **** actually pedaled two boats ?!"

The world has changed, or is he old and does not understand how young people play? !!

"Second uncle, calm down." Dongfang Qing glanced awkwardly across her stern face. "She is not a eunuch, but Su Guifei."

"Well! Dongqing Qing you shameless, I am not your consort!" Su Qinghuan turned and glared at him.

Dongfang Qing smiled deeply at her, "You'll be a shy person sooner or later."

"you!"

"The emperor, you really can play, you play ..." Eastern Festival Dasong breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the emperor didn't do that kind of thing, otherwise he was really shameless.

"Second Uncle, your cultivation is ..." Dongfang Qing sensed that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, his face suddenly became dark, and he stared at the Emperor aside.

"What glaring? It wasn't Xiao Fuyao who threw him in." Su Qinghuan hurriedly protected Di Fuyao behind him, for fear that Dongfang Qing would suddenly get into trouble.

Emperor Fu shook Su Qinghuan away, calmly saying, "Emperor Xichu, why do you want to provoke me?"

Dongfang Qing's eyes were deep and bleak, and the palm was already in its capacity.

"Don't make it to death!" Dongfang Ji hurriedly held down his turbulent palm and whispered, "She is already a four-star Wulingzun, you can't beat her!"

Dongfang Qing froze, his mouth slightly drawn, his heart seemed to beep.

He is an eighth-order elemental division to play against a four-star Wulingzun, which is undoubtedly the rhythm of death.

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