As soon as the words fell, the air was quiet for a few seconds.
Nothing happened.
Qi Zhuoyu just paused slightly after hearing it.
Then he lifted the bead curtain of the immortal carriage that had been waiting for the two of them and sat in.
Without waiting for Qi Zhuoyu’s answer, Feng Xuan didn’t feel anything strange.
After all, he had long experienced the capricious and unpredictable character of the big devil.
Probably no one in this world can guess what he is thinking.
In addition, Feng Xuan was just an ordinary salted fish, without any habit of asking to the end.
One should know that the reason why salted fish could always be salted was that they know not to die if they shouldn’t, so as to avoid all troubles.
His attention was quickly attracted by the immortal sedan in the Sanqing Realm.
This was a sedan chair supported by eight immortal cranes. Although the shape was simple, it was very atmospheric. It looked much more reliable than the demonic dragon grabbed by the big devil, and finally gave him a sense of being a decent sect.
Being with Qi Zhuoyu for a long time, he seemed to have completely become a small devil villain.
He almost forgot that he still had a god’s persona.
Sitting in the immortal sedan, enjoying the gentle breeze, watching the emerald lake under his feet getting smaller and smaller.
Feng Xuan’s mood was also slowly getting better, so good that he even wanted to sleep in the carriage.
As a result, when he was drowsy and comfortable, he was about to fall asleep.
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice suddenly came to his ears, thunderously, “What if I say yes?”
Out of nowhere.
Feng Xuan listening, a question mark slowly emerged from his head.
But seeing Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze falling on him, and there were no other people on the immortal sedan.
It seemed that the big devil was indeed talking to him.
Thinking back to the conversation between the two of them earlier.
Feng Xuan spoke with some disbelief. “…You’re not answering the question I asked an hour ago, are you?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him with an expression that seemed to say “or what else?”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Feng Xuan was really a bit amazed.
What kind of question did he ask that was as difficult as the origin of the universe?
Did it require Qi Zhuoyu, a super genius, to spend a full hour thinking about the answer?!
Although he had long known that the big devil was really complicated in his thoughts.
But Feng Xuan never expected that he could be so overthinking.
Seeing him not speaking, Qi Zhuoyu urged impatiently. “I said yes. What’s next?”
What else could be next?
By the conscience of heaven and earth, Feng Xuan really just asked casually.
But looking at the big devil’s current expression, if he didn’t give an explanation of an eight hundred-word essay.
He was afraid that the next second he would be squeezed to death by him, then thrown off the sedan, and his body destroyed.
…What a violent and jealous straight man.
“I’m just friends with them, and the little black snake is a snake, not a fish I raised.” Feng Xuan had to explain seriously, inexplicably feeling like he was coaxing his irritable boyfriend.
An illusion, right?
Dating a big devil like Qi Zhuoyu, the life expectancy limit started at least from ten years.
Qi Zhuoyu hummed ambiguously, and it was unclear whether he was happy or not.
Feng Xuan glanced at him, gritted his teeth in his heart, and then sat next to Qi Zhuoyu.
Like pacifying a large feline animal that was throwing a tantrum.
He touched Qi Zhuoyu’s head with his hand, very lightly twice, as if stroking his hair.
After hesitating for a while, Feng Xuan spoke. “And I don’t have many fish, I only have you.”
This little essay guarantee seemed to finally satisfy Qi Zhuoyu.
Feng Xuan was very close to him, and when he sat down, he didn’t notice that a piece of his robe was somehow pressed under the big devil.
He quietly tugged twice, trying to pull it out and return to its original position.
But it didn’t move at all, if it weren’t for Qi Zhuoyu’s upright expression, Feng Xuan would have suspected that he was deliberately pressing on him.
Looking at the vast immortal land in front of him.
Above the clouds, the fairy palace of the Sanqing Realm was faintly visible.
Made of white jade, ethereal and holy, with misty immortal fog, towering and majestic.
But Feng Xuan didn’t have any mood to appreciate it at this time.
With his right hand stroking the big devil, he remembered that this “Immortal Gentleman Jingdu” in the Sanqing Realm also had a fiancée he had never met.
Suddenly his mood became complicated.
Begroga didn’t tell him that the script he took also included palace fights.
Feeling a bit bald-
Qi Zhuoyu’s palace in the Sanqing Realm was called Changsheng Hall, located in the most abundant immortal qi in the Sanqing Realm.
It can be seen that “Jing Du”, this war god, has an extraordinary status in the Sanqing Realm.
Therefore, Qi Zhuoyu took Feng Xuan into Changsheng Hall with his front foot.
On the back foot, the rumor that “Immortal Jing Du” brought back a small fish demon from the mortal world had already spread throughout the Three Clear Realm.
Different from the Bai Yujing of the Ninth Heaven, the rules of the Bai Yujing where Feng Xuan had lived since childhood were very loose.
Everyone was a primordial ancient god, who had lived for countless tens of thousands of years, and was tired of living, so they were all like idle clouds and wild cranes.
Feng Xuan’s laid-back and resigned character.
A large part of it also came from the environmental influence of Bai Yujing.
But the Sanqing Realm was the opposite.
As the Third Heaven where the lower realm cultivators rolled up and died before they could be listed in the immortal class, the cultivators still retained some of the mortal ways after becoming immortals. The Sanqing Realm had strict rules and respect, let alone a small fish demon, even a big demon that dominated one side, even if it already had immortal roots, it couldn’t easily enter the Sanqing Realm.
As a result, Qi Zhuoyu hadn’t even warmed up his cushion, and he was summoned into the Yuqing Main Hall by the current largest leader of the Sanqing Realm.
That was, his “Immortal Jing Du”’s master, True Lord Yuan Hua.
Hearing this news, Feng Xuan, who was rolling around on the soft bed, raised his head and looked at Qi Zhuoyu. “Immortal Gentleman, do I have to go with you too?”
Although he knew that the palace fight was about to start, but he just came up this time, he was not ready yet.
He didn’t even know what kind of personality the big devil’s fiancée was.
Whether he should act like a little white lotus when the time comes, or directly rise up and fight with the fiancée.
While lost in thought, he didn’t notice that Qi Zhuoyu was looking at him with a strange expression.
Qi Zhuoyu spoke, but gave an answer that Feng Xuan didn’t expect. “You don’t have to go.”
Knowing full well that bringing the little fish demon to the upper realm was already heretical, if he didn’t take it to be punished by his master, it would be even more rebellious.
But for some reason, the first thought in his subconscious was to put him in a safe place, and he would bear the rest alone.
This familiar feeling that came from the body’s instinct.
It’s as if he had done this a million times before.
After hearing this, what else could Feng Xuan do, he couldn’t change Qi Zhuoyu’s mind.
Although in the dream, “Ah Li” should have been taken to the Yuqing Main Hall by Jing Du, and suffered a lot.
But the little carp is a little carp. What does the hardship that the little carp has to eat have to do with him, Feng Xuan?
He is just a not yet mature baby bird, different species, no need to force integration.
So he happily slept in the Changsheng Hall.
On the other end, in the Yuqing Main Hall, besides True Lord Yuan Hua
All true lords, virtuous kings, and beauties of the Sanqing Realm who were well-known were all present.
As soon as Qi Zhuoyu entered the door, his master True Lord Yuan Hua was furious, without saying a word, he directly scolded, “Foolish! As the famous war god of the Saqing Realm, it’s fine if you don’t set an example and clear your relationship with the little demon in the lower realm, but you even brazenly brought this little demon to the upper realm, where should my old face be put! How should other immortals view my Qing Ling!”
As soon as True Lord Yuan Hua finished scolding, the Immortal Qing Ling he named started to whimper.
If Feng Xuan were here, he would know that he should choose the palace fight plan of tearing up the headdress flower.
The combination of immortals was not for reproduction, but for dual cultivation to improve cultivation.
As long as the spiritual roots meet the standard of yin and yang combination, therefore Immortal Qing Ling was also a good-looking man.
Looking at his cultivation level was not very good, the cheated fiancé could only whimper and cry.
At a glance, it was a backdoor relationship, relying on his dad as the big leader of the Sanqing Realm, and directly appointing the little immortal to ascend.
No wonder he pointed to the war god of the Sanqing Realm as his fiancé.
This was the standard eating soft rice man setting for eating old in the first half of life and relying on the husband in the second half. (TL: eating old-have voluntarily given up the opportunity to find a job)
Qi Zhuoyu stood in the Yuqing Main Hall, being cried by Qing Ling “whimpering” very irritably.
For his master and fiancée, he didn’t have a familiar feeling, and even wanted to squeeze their heads all at once.
So he said gloomily, “Since you’re afraid of being looked down upon by other immortals, then I’ll just kill them all.”
As soon as these words came out, Qi Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit inconsistent with his immortal gentleman persona.
But this was indeed the first thought that came up in his heart.
Taking another look, the other immortals in the Yuqing Main Hall were also stunned.
True Lord Yuan Hua and Immortal Qing Ling were also staring at him with wide eyes.
Especially Immortal Qing Ling, looking at Qi Zhuoyu’s posture that was determined to divorce him, “whimpering” upgraded to “yiwu yiwu yiwu”.
…It’s even noisier, Qi Zhuoyu’s eyebrows were jumping straight, wanting to kill the immortal.
“You! You! You…” Is what you’re saying what an immortal should say!
True Lord Yuan Hua was so angry that he couldn’t even finish saying three “you”, and even seemed a bit brainwashed by Qi Zhuoyu’s villainous speech.
Thinking carefully, what he said seemed to make some sense.
After hesitating for a second, True Lord Yuan Hua came back to his senses and scolded angrily, “Presumptuous! The many immortals of the Sanqing Realm, how can you kill them all with your own power!”
Qi Zhuoyu passed him a “or what else” look.
As if he felt no pressure to kill them all.
Immortal Qing Ling also spoke, whimpering like a white lotus. “Immortal Gentleman Jing Du, don’t you despise Qing Ling’s low cultivation…”
Qi Zhuoyu: “Your cultivation is indeed low, what can’t be despised.”
Qing Ling: ?
Qi Zhuoyu: “You don’t have to feel inferior because of your low cultivation, I mean everyone here is trash.”
Everyone: ???
No, big brother.
Isn’t it enough to provoke an immortal, you have to pull all the hatred values of all immortals to the full?!
Offending all the immortals of the Sanqing Realm in one breath.
If Feng Xuan were present, he would definitely not be able to help but sigh: It’s really you, big devil.jpg
