Chapter 902 The Suppression From The Lord Of The Longevity Hall Comes 【2 More】

Chapter 902 The Suppression From The Lord Of The Longevity Hall Comes 【2 More】

"..."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Lord Moyuan saw that Fusang, the Lord of the Longevity Hall who had beaten Venerable Manghuang and the God King of Vientiane by himself before, turned into a crying bag at this moment, and always felt that life was a bit magical.

He looked at Yunying with a slightly stiff expression, and was stunned: "Sister Yunmeng, the son of the Palace Master is too big, he doesn't look like a mother and child, but a brother and sister!"

Yunmeng looked dazed: "Yes... yes."

What the hell is going on here?

Si Fuqing was leaning on Yu Xiheng's shoulder to heal his wounds, when he heard these words, his ears perked up, and he immediately raised his head.

Visible to the naked eye, her fox eyes lit up all of a sudden.

How could Yu Xiheng not know her thoughts, half funny and half helpless: "Qingqing."

"I won't move, I'll just watch the excitement." Si Fuqing rested his chin on his shoulder, blinked his eyes with a serious expression, "Ninth Brother, I feel that my body feels much more comfortable all of a sudden. "

Since she knew Yunying, she had never seen Yunying look so calm.

Si Fuqing began to fall into deep thought.

Could it be that the elder brother is soft but not hard, and tears are the only means of attack?

But she couldn't cry to the eldest brother, she just wanted to beat him up and vent her anger.

Even Yueyue was confused: "Brother, big brother, so you are not an orphan."

"Shut up." Yunying's eyes were icy cold, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

"I understand, I understand." Yuejian smiled meaningfully: "Brother, you have worked hard."

The warning and murderous intent in Yunying's eyes became stronger.

And in just a few words, Fusang had strode in front of him.

Yunying was silent for a moment, and just said a word: "I..."

"Yunying, do you think you are sorry for me!" Fusang was still crying, "I have helped you for so long, and you didn't even say hello to me when you left! You bastard!"

Yunying: "..."

He pinched his brows, feeling very complicated: "If you have something to say, can you stop crying?"

"I don't!" Fusang burst into tears and cried louder, "You heartless man, who taught you to master the power of law?"

Si Fuqing immediately accused: "Senior brother, how can you bully such a cute little girl as the master, you heartless man!"

She still doesn't know the relationship between Fusang and Yunying, but it's right to scold them anyway.

Yunying gave up completely, he sighed: "Time is too tight."

Fusang stopped crying now, she rubbed her eyes: "Then you must say hello to me before you run."

Yunying raised her eyebrows and said unhurriedly: "It depends on the situation."

"Crack!"

The ground was smashed open by Fusang, but her eyes were still red, and tears seemed to fall at any time: "What did you say?"

Si Fuqing: "Wow."

Moon sees: "Wow."

Yunying: "..."

"Huh--"

At this time, there was a slight voice of doubt in the air, breaking the deadlocked atmosphere.

"What are you all doing here?"

"Shua!"

The sound of the wind moved with the sound of the sword, and a slender and tall figure fell down.

Tianya Sword Immortal Changying.

The Lord of Ghost Valley took a step forward, nodded and said, "It's good that brother Changying is fine, the Balrog said you were trapped in the illusion of the underworld, how is the situation?"

"It's really tricky." Chang Ying frowned slightly, "I also suffered a lot of injuries in order to get out of the illusion, and they knew that fighting with me would not gain advantage, so they used the illusion to deal with me."

"That's right." Yunmeng nodded, "Illusions are useless to me, they know how to restrain us."

Changying turned his head, interested: "Fusang, why are you crying?"

Fusang instantly had a fierce look on his face: "It's none of your business."

"No, no." Changying immediately took a step back calmly.

He didn't want to mess with this aunt either.

"Ahem, Palace Master, it's urgent, we'd better go to your domain to discuss important matters first." Yunmeng coughed lightly, "Private matters, we will deal with them later, what do you think?"

"No problem." Fusang picked up the spear again, "Come on, come and sit with me."

She just took a step, as if she had a premonition, she turned around suddenly, and started crying again: "Yunying, you still want to run!"

Yunying paused, his eyelashes drooped, helpless: "No."

Fusang didn't listen at all, she directly grabbed Yunying's arm, and took him to the Palace of Longevity first through the Great Teleportation.

Afterwards, Si Fuqing, Yu Xiheng and others all arrived.

"Everyone rest first." Fusang waved his hand, "I still have a basket of longevity fruits here, I don't need them, I'll give you all to eat."

After eating one longevity fruit, Si Fuqing's injuries have fully recovered.

Indeed, it is the fruit of the tree of God.

Ignoring Yunying's murderous eyes, she walked forward slowly and asked Fusang in a low voice: "Hall Master, how did you and my elder brother meet?"

"Here, it was at that place five hundred years ago." Fusang pointed to a tree not far away, "I was basking in the sun in the yard, and a person fell from the sky and was burnt."

Si Fuqing's eyes became brighter: "Could it be that..."

"That's right, he was burnt to a charcoal at that time, but I still saw that he was very good-looking, so I rescued him." Fusang raised a finger, "It turns out that he is really good-looking, very eye-catching."

"He should also tell you what happened later. He has been cultivating with me for five hundred years, and at the same time he was looking for the exit to the original world. I also helped to inquire about some information."

She was the first to know the term Holy Day.

She has also investigated many places in the past few hundred years, but with little success.

"So that's how it is." Si Fuqing nodded, "Hallmaster, you are really good-tempered. You actually managed to stand him for five hundred years. He can swear."

"Hmph." Fusang raised his head proudly, "If he dares to scold me, I'll cry for him. Try it, it's very effective."

Si Fuqing sighed: "I can't cry."

She thought for a while, and then asked: "Then what if he beats you because of your crying?"

"What you said makes sense." Fusang frowned and thought about it, then clapped his hands cheerfully, "But I'm his half master, he can't beat me, he's too soft to be tough."

Hearing this, Si Fuqing held her hand tearfully as if seeing a relative, "Hall Master, my future happy life depends on you."

Yun Ying's voice came from behind her, icy and cold: "Yun Jiu."

Si Fuqing turned a deaf ear and said cheerfully: "Master, if you need help in the future, just tell me, I will definitely help to the end."

Just kidding, the only person in this world who can make a big senior brother feel embarrassed is the Master of the Palace of Longevity. How could she miss this opportunity?

Fusang hesitated for a moment: "I also want to play games, can you play games with me?"

She gestured and described: "It's the gamepad that Guigu is holding."

Si Fuqing: "..."

Oops.

If other people knew that she made all the vicious NPCs on the list become fans of the game, would they come to chase her down?

Speaking of this, Fusang cried again, and she wiped her tears: "You bastard Yunying, I treat him so well, he doesn't even tell me that there are such fun things as video games, and he doesn't even take me to play."

"You can't go to my side." Yunying crossed his arms, "How can I play with you?"

Fusang covered her ears: "I won't listen."

Si Fuqing continued to accuse: "Eldest brother, you made the hall master cry again, you scoundrel."

Yunying glanced at her, and finally said again: "Give way."

Si Fuqing hugged Fusang's arm very vigilantly: "What are you going to do?"

"If you don't let me, how can I coax people?" Yunying clicked her tongue, "Go and play with your boyfriend."

Si Fuqing didn't believe it at all: "You know how to coax people?"

Don't you want to make people cry again?

Yunmeng spoke in time and brought the topic back to the right track: "Their big fight this time must be because the so-called 'sacred day' is coming soon, and they can't wait any longer."

"Yeah." Fusang returned to normal in a second, and nodded slowly, "There are still fifty-four days until the holy day comes."

The happiest person in this chapter: Qingqin qvq

It’s only a dozen tickets to 800. Is there a guaranteed monthly ticket for our hall master

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