How can there be such an evil master in heaven? Such an evil existence!

He's so jealous!

= = =

Fixing the Immortal Continent, Polar.

As the emperor waved his hand, the conjunctivitis dissipated in the air.

He had a shallow smile on his cold face.

The smile was very complicated, as if it was a bit arrogant, a few more points that were no big deal, and a little bit of tenderness that belonged exclusively to the child.

“Your Majesty... how's the boy? ”

"Successful forged fairies are now the third order of false fairies," cried the Emperor. ”

This is the feedback that the congestion totem gave him.

“Ho ——!!” Always took a sip of cool air.

What, did he hear wrong?

Successful forge?! Successfully forged a cactus on the Real Land?!

How is that possible?

“Huh, Benjun's son, what's impossible! ”

The emperor glanced coldly at the old man with his own baby on his face.

Everlasting shook his head, “No, no, old age is just too shocking. ”

Then he couldn't help laughing: “If you didn't know that you've never been close to a woman in the last millennium, you'd think that the young man was your own son. ”

It is possible to conclude a [hemostatic totem] without regurgitation.

Instead of being unbearable after receiving the divine power of a monarch, it forged the fiber.

It is also such an amazing gift that it can easily be recognized by Shadows and Cold Nights.

I hear you have blue eyes, just like your lord.

It's all a coincidence.

Unfortunately, it's just a delusion. How can he not know if he has been with the king for so many years, if he has a woman, or if he is a woman in Wu mainland?

"'I don't know what a bad day it is,' said Chang, sighing. ”

When the Emperor heard this, he couldn't help but think of Mu Yan's original phrase, "I only love Bao's biological father”. His face suddenly sank and he shook his sleeve. Cold air said: "Benjun will go back to repairing the real mainland in seven days. The rest of you will deal with it yourselves. ”

“Don't! Your Majesty, the old man is wrong. Even if he goes against heaven, he will not be any better than yours. Miss Jun must love you, Your Highness... Your Highness...”

Neither of the two left in a hurry found it.

As long as we have been in the land of immortals, we have also been following the broken army behind the emperor, but this time we have not kept up.

His head kept echoing the old saying, "If you didn't know that you had never been close to a woman in the past thousand years, you would have thought that the little boy was your own son", and his face changed for a while.

For a long time, he lowered his head and whispered with a voice no one could hear: Five years ago? No... it can't be that coincidental... it can't be...

= = =

Danyang Mountains, East.

“Pretty sister, little brother is all right now, stop playing. Whoo-hoo! ”

“Jun Mu Yan, stop using the skills of a musician or you will die!! ”

The ball and the seven brilliant sounds rang anxiously in the ear.

But Muang can't hear anything.

Her face was white as paper, her hands were bloody, and the wound that had been severed by the strings was deep visible, but she wouldn't stop for a moment.

The peach blossoms' eyes were so deep that they reflected in the mountains of the heavens and the earth that they seemed to have nothing.

Only that distant, nowadays invisible little figure.