There is a very prosperous and majestic city in the Blue Sea Continent protected by Kunlun Temple - Sifang City.
Sifang City does not belong to any dynasty here and is controlled by Kunlun Palace.
In the center of Sifang City, there is a magnificent palace. Looking at it under the night, the towering buildings are lined up in rows, like dragons lurking in the darkness, majestic and mysterious.
And this palace has its own formidable coercion. It is already intimidating when viewed from a distance, and even more so when viewed up close, one cannot help but kneel down and become its slave.
This is the Kunlun Temple, the golden palace that stands above the four dynasties, and controls the life and death of the four dynasties.
It was night, in a huge palace in the shrine, the soothing rosin was slowly rising from the incense burner.
Next to the mahogany window and coffin carved with ancient runes, a man who had just emerged from the bath was tall and tall, with a noble posture and a breathtaking breath. His long wet hair was shawl, and soon his robe embroidered with gold patterns was wet.
"Huang Yi has already laid a dragnet for her. If you let her go back to restore the country, you will undoubtedly die."
The cold and low voice was like the whisper of God in the silent night.
Behind Di Jiuye, stood an almost transparent old man, Meng Yang.
Mengyang bowed his head at Di Jiuye's back. If Lord Kunlun hadn't injected spiritual power into him, he would not have been able to form a human form.
Mengyang said:
"I know that the road to restoration of the country is extremely difficult and dangerous, but this is the mission of the little princess. The Baili clan shoulders the destiny of protecting the Fuxi Dynasty. If someone else takes their place, the people may not be able to live in peace."
Mengyang had never said these words to Bailitianyi before, because he was afraid that Bailituanyi would be too worried. The one in a hundred is only sixteen and in his prime. Even if he wants to revive the dynasty, he hopes that the journey of the one in a hundred can be easier.
Nowadays, the Fuxi Dynasty is in turmoil. Even if the little princess successfully returns to the country, she may never be happier than she is today.
Mengyang couldn't help sighing in his heart, and there was nothing he could do for the sake of Fuxi people.
Di Jiuye paused while twisting the jade beads under his sleeves. Destiny is both a blessing and a shackle. He can't escape, so does even one in a hundred have to do the same...
After three breaths, Di Jiuye seemed to be talking to himself:
"She's in so much pain."
These four words made Mengyang raise his head in confusion. As far as he knew, Di Jiuye and the little princess had never met before they got married. Listening to Di Jiuye say this now, he felt that Di Jiuye knew the little princess very well.
Di Jiuye turned around and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Does she have a plan?"
Mengyang thought for a moment and shook his head, "The little princess has a tough character. This is enough."
Di Jiuye looked past Mengyang's body, his deep eyes looking at the woman lying on the ivory white jade bed.
"You do think highly of her."
Mengyang really couldn't see through Di Jiuye's attitude towards the one in a hundred, so he only said very seriously:
"Your Majesty Kunlun, the little princess is alone now. Please be considerate of her in the future."
Mengyang bowed deeply to Di Jiuye. He expanded the territory with his ancestors, he stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he experienced dynasty changes. There are not many people in this world who deserve his respect, but Di Jiuye is one of them.
This young man is the pride of heaven and the only direct disciple of the previous generation of palace masters. Not only does he have better luck than the emperor, but he also has strength that rivals the sky. Although Di Jiuye cares about Fu Yu, he is kind-hearted and has good conduct. Mengyang believes that Di Jiuye will not let the little princess suffer a loss outside.
Di Jiuye naturally did not have the same knowledge as Baili Tianyi, but when he thought of Baili Tianyi's usually arrogant and domineering character, he couldn't help but say:
"It would be better if you persuade her to change her behavior."
After finishing his words, Di Jiuye flicked his sleeves, and his whole person turned into a burst of blue smoke and disappeared.
Mengyang looked at the empty window and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Good guy, he is worthy of being the master of Kunlun Palace, his momentum is really too strong.
Mengyang turned around and walked to the bed, carefully looking at Baili Xianyi who fell into a coma.
"Little princess, our temper is good enough, but they don't know what's good."
Yuan Bao, who was sleeping in Baili Yiyi, opened one eye and said in a milky voice:
"Old man, that's not what you said to your Majesty just now."
Mengyang knocked on this hairy ball that had not fully developed its IQ, and said sincerely:
"Just feel free to be a retarded person."
Yuan Bao curled his lips, mentally retarded? How about a batch of his wisdom.
Here, the sea surface of the White Sand Sea is turbulent and the wind is strong. In the center of the storm, two tall and tall figures stand. And the spiritual energy of the entire White Sand Sea is pouring into this place crazily.
Wuchen was still wearing a pure white robe, and he was looking at the shirtless Di Jiuye next to him in surprise.
"Your Majesty, the grimace on your chest is indeed gone."
Di Jiuye stroked his chest, where he had cut out a wound with a knife the day before.
"A handful of those bugs were lured into her body."
Thinking of the scene at that time, Di Jiuye felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Wuchen was surprised again when he heard this, "Could it be that the Queen is an Onmyoji?"
The thing in your body is fetal yin. If you are not an onmyoji, how can you see it?
Di Jiuye nodded, "She knows a lot about this."
Wuchen was surprised and confused at the same time, "Since you know the magic of yin and yang, why do you have to live like a waste and be ridiculed by the world?"
Although this world is based on cultivation, Onmyoji is also very popular. If you become a very powerful Onmyoji, you can control the ghosts and fight against the gods.
Di Jiuye didn't seem to care about this, "You can ask her."
Wuchen nodded, indeed, he had to find a chance to chat with the Queen.
But what's more important now is that the emperor's fetal vagina has been suppressed. This is the greatest good news.
"Your Majesty, since you can suppress the fetal yin, you must be able to find a way to eradicate it. Once the fetal yin is eliminated, your body will gradually recover."
As the fetal yin grows, Junshang's health becomes worse and worse, and his life energy becomes weaker and weaker. One day ago, he felt that Junshang's life was constantly draining away. He was so frightened that he wanted to kill himself and apologize to God. Unexpectedly, when he was planning to commit suicide, Junshang's life energy slowly became thicker.
It has been two days now, and Junshang's life energy is normal, which makes him very grateful to the cream of the crop. If he were not one in a hundred, he would really have no choice but to die as an apology.
Regarding Wuchen's words, Di Jiuye thought for a moment and then said:
"We will discuss this matter later. First pay attention to the connection between Qiankun Temple and Huang Yi. The temple is colluding with the dynasty, and they are quite courageous."
When this matter was mentioned, Wuchen's expression suddenly became serious.
"Qiankun Palace is really hungry."
When I open my eyes again, the soft and warm white gauze and the pleasant smell of pine make my whole body feel comfortable.
Bailitian blinked, where is this?
"woke up?"
The low and sweet voice made Baili Tiaoyi tremble all over. Baili Tiaoyi turned around in horror and saw Di Jiuye's figure.
