One hundred and one edicts

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Jiang Buwan said urgently, "Come forward and I will help you find out what the poison is."

Xiang Zhihan took a few steps forward. Jiang Buwan put his hand on his wrist and used his divine power to explore the situation inside Xiang Zhihan's body.

Xiang Zhihan lowered his eyes and placed her slender white hand on his wrist. The warm touch traveled from his pulse along the blood to his heart.

For Jiang Buwan, this was just an ordinary body exploration, but for Xiang Zhihan, it was a rare opportunity to have close contact with Jiang Buwan.

He suddenly hoped that what Yu Manman had given him was an extremely complicated and difficult poison, at least. . .

At least not so quickly.

Jiang Buwan frowned slightly. She originally thought that she could use the power of creation to help him force the toxins out of his body, but it was obvious that the things in Xiang Zhihan's body were not just poison.

For the first time, her creative power failed.

Xiang Zhihan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, was she worried about him?

Jiang Buwan raised his head and said, "Zhihan, the poison in your body is a bit tricky."

The moment she raised her head, Xiang Zhihan suppressed the slight smile at the corner of his mouth and said regretfully, "It's okay, I can hold on."

Jiang Buwan removed her hand from Xiang Zhihan's wrist. The warmth on his wrist suddenly disappeared. He calmly retracted his hand, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Don't be discouraged." Jiang Buwan comforted her warmly, "Although I can't help you cure it, I can suppress it temporarily. From now on, you can come to me every seven days and I will help you suppress the poison in your body."

"When we go back, I will ask Liangyu for you. He is an ancient god. Maybe he can find a solution."

Xiang Zhihan: "I believe you."

Every seven days? His right wrist seemed to still have the residual warmth from Jiang Buwan's fingertips. To a certain extent, they were holding hands, right?

The Xihai Dragon Clan still did not give Jiang Buwan a clear answer, but it was obvious that their attitude had relaxed a lot.

Jiang Buwan knew that although the Dragon Clan of the West Sea had been living in seclusion in the West Sea, they were not without great ambitions. This could be seen from the fact that they had not forgotten to cultivate themselves after being away from the world for many years.

The Dragon Clan of the West Sea is at least more ambitious than those immortals in Heaven who only care about pleasure.

Leng Yao followed Kai Ming back to Kunlun. He thought that since he was caught by Yang Li last time, when he faced Yang Li, his chaotic energy would always be sealed.

It doesn't play any role.

He didn't want to be held back any longer.

Although he is not smart, he knows that the owner of Kunlun Mountain is powerful, and maybe she can help him.

"Kai Ming, I want to see the Queen Mother of the West."

Yu Manman and Yang Li returned to Heaven together. After they arrived at Heaven, the two of them decided that it was time to break up with Jiang Buwan.

They could not wait passively for Jiang Buwan to return to heaven in a swaggering manner and put forward a proposal to change the rules of heaven.

In the Yuqing Palace, the Emperor of Heaven was half leaning on the soft couch, half-squinting his eyes to watch the fairies dancing.

He put his hands on his knees, shaking his head to the rhythm of the music, and beating the beat with his fingers, looking like he was addicted to it.

"Emperor of Heaven."

A deep male voice interrupted the music of the musicians.

The Emperor of Heaven opened his eyes and saw Yang Li's face. He quickly put away his enjoyment and stood up to greet him.

"Lord Li Yang, why are you free to come to my Yuqing Palace today?"

Yang Li snorted coldly, "Emperor of Heaven, a disaster is about to happen now! Why do you still have time to listen to music and dance here?!"

"A big disaster?" The Emperor of Heaven looked confused, "Now the floating world is singing and dancing in peace, the three thousand worlds are peaceful, there are no demons, and there are no disasters. I wonder what the big disaster mentioned by the Lord Li Yang is?"

"Jiang Buwan!"

When the Emperor heard the name, he silently lowered his head and took a sip of tea, pressed it down, and then asked in a low voice, "Sir Muwan, what's wrong with her? She hasn't appeared in the past few days. I heard that she went out to travel."

"What the Goddess Muwan!" Yang Li yelled, "She is the God of Sin! How can the word "Goddess" be used?"

As the saying goes, a good man never suffers immediate losses. He will listen to whoever is in front of him.

This is how the Emperor of Heaven has survived for many years after he took the throne.

He responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Lord Li Yang is right."

Yang Li was very pleased with the obedient appearance of the Emperor.

He lifted up his robe, sat down naturally, and issued an order, "You will issue a decree that Sin Shen Jiang will rebel with the Dragon Clan of the West Sea at no later time and deprive her of her position as a god. All ministries should reorganize their troops, raise their troops to show their power, and attack the rebels!"

The Emperor of Heaven was silent and asked, "I... Where do I have the right to strip her of her position as a god?"

Besides, if he hadn't said it, Jiang Buwan would no longer be a god, and the shrine of the temple would still be open to her forever.

Yang Li: "Of course you have no right, but this is to express the attitude of heaven."

"Don't worry, this memorandum will be signed by both my and Manman's names."

The Emperor of Heaven accompanied Xing carefully and asked softly, "Are it just the two of you?"

Yang Li raised his eyes and glared, "Aren't the two of us enough?!"

"Enough!" the Jade Emperor said repeatedly with a smile, "I will write it immediately."

Yang Li nodded with satisfaction. Once the message came out, he could lead his troops to the West Sea. He couldn't hold back his left hand and squeezed his right hand. He hadn't fought in a long time.

He may be a little clumsy in the twists and turns of intrigues, but he is a good hand at leading troops in battle.

When he was still a mortal, he became an immortal as a military general. After he became an immortal, he led troops to fight for the heaven, defeating the demons and retreating, and bringing peace to the floating world.

He also fought, and inexplicably overcame the tribulation and became a god.

Since he became a god, he has hardly been on the battlefield.

Later, he met his true love again.

From then on, he never cared about the war and was busy talking about love.

Yang Li was busy looking for the Emperor of Heaven to issue an edict, and Yu Manman was not idle either.

She walked alone in the temple. She looked at Jiang Buwan's closed temple. She knew that Jiang Buwan's annoying subordinates, Liangyu and others were all inside.

There was only a door between them, but there was nothing she could do about the people inside.

Yu Manman glanced at the door coldly, and then walked deeper into the temple.

She knelt outside a palace door and called softly, "Master."

Yu Manman is already a god, and the one who can call her master is another ancient god in the temple.

It can be said that Yu Manman's ability to become an immortal and a god is closely related to this ancient god.

The simple bronze door slowly opened, Yu Manman raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, stood up, picked up her skirt and skipped into the hall like a girl.

"Master."

She found her master under the peach blossom tree in the back courtyard. He was obviously sitting under the peach blossom tree in full bloom. He should have been as bright as spring, but with his silver hair and black clothes, he was three cents colder than the snow in Tianshan Mountain.

Liang Yu is as gentle and elegant as jade, Xiang Zhihan is the upright and self-controlled sense of asceticism, Leng Yao is charming and charming when he is silent, and Yang Li is cold and wild publicity.

The person in front of me can only be described as cold.

It seemed that as long as you were close to him, you would feel like you were falling into an ice cellar.