Bodhi

Qin Chen was taken aback, and a little embarrassing blush appeared on his previously cold face. He stammered: "I, I know that Qingqiu fox can conceive offspring as a man, but he is the eldest prince of Qingqiu. Ah, who can make him..."

When the matter came to this point, Su Xuechan had nothing to hide. He panted, his face covered with fine beads of sweat: "The father of this child...you have seen it before..."

Qin Chen frowned and said, "Don't fool me. All the leaders of the monster tribes I know have wives and children, and most of their offspring are not good enough. Could it be that Qingqiu White Fox will marry too?"

"Didn't you... have stolen his blood..." Su Xuechan smiled helplessly, "You should remember this, right?"

Qin Chen was taken aback, and said, "When did I ever steal..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a flash of lightning in his mind, and his face turned pale: "You...you are pregnant with Emperor Ying...!"

The past is long gone, but to Qin Chen, it seems to have happened in the previous life.His father's ardent instructions to him in the secret room, his mother's worried gaze, the grand scene of the immortals fighting dragons in Longshou Mountain... and the final successive annihilation of the tribe, all of these were due to one person's plan, and Yingdi was only the most important of them all. part of the

His expression changed again and again, and finally he just said in a low voice with complicated eyes: "...So it was him, I remember."

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but said: "But you are pregnant with a dragon, not an ordinary dragon, but Yinglong. The spiritual power supply needed by the fetus must be huge, according to the current environment..."

He wanted to say the following words, but couldn't say them.

In the current prehistoric age, it is not easy for ordinary ascetics to absorb spiritual power, and Su Xuechan is still pregnant with an heir. Looking at the growth of the fetus in the past two days...he may be in danger.

Shezhi looked up and shouted: "You are the one who talks too much!"

Qin Chen said awkwardly: "That's what I said..."

At this moment, a person coughed suddenly in front of them.

Shezhi looked up vigilantly, and saw an old man in a red robe and with horns on his head standing on the path, holding a cane and a bamboo basket, looking towards this side.

Shezhi didn't know much about Honghuang's god system, but Qinchen guessed the identity of the old man in front of him at once, he got up and said, "Dare to ask your Excellency, but is it the mountain god of the nearby mountains?"

The old man's eyes were sunken, and his face was full of aging dimples. He watched Su Xuechan silently, put the bamboo basket in his hand under his feet, and said in a low voice: "I still have some elixir here, you can use it if you need it."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Qin Chen hurriedly called to him. Seeing that the old man had stopped, he said, "Since you are the god here, can you take a look at his body? He...he is not well right now... "

The old man turned around, and first said to Shezhi: "The princess has the bloody aura of Asura, the old man can't get close, I hope the princess will forgive me."

Shezhi was at a loss: "What's the matter, do you need me to step back?"

"No need," the old man shook his head, "this will be fine."

As he said that, he picked off a vine and put it in his palm, the vine immediately grew up, spreading towards Su Xuechan like a thread, and lightly resting on his belly.

After a while, the old man said: "The nobleman is in good health, and the fetus in his body is also in good health."

"Then why did his stomach suddenly swell in the past few days?" Shezhi asked anxiously, "Is the fetus inside absorbing his body..."

"No," the old man withdrew the vine in his hand, "not only is the spiritual power in the nobleman's body not lacking, but it is quite rich and abundant, forming a whirlwind shape... The old man boldly guessed that the spiritual veins began to break from Zhongshan, and the escaped The spirit energy released should have been captured by the dragon fetus in the nobleman's body."

Both Shezhi and Qinchen were stunned, and Shezhi couldn't believe it: "He...then he will soon..."

The old man nodded slowly: "Exactly, the matter is urgent, and the nobleman's delivery period may only be in these two days."

While speaking, Su Xuechan's stomach hurt even worse, but he still gritted his teeth and raised his head, and said with difficulty: "Thank you...the old man..."

The corner of Qin Chen's mouth twitched, and he wanted to cry, but he said without tears: "No way! This is in the wilderness, how can we get him...give him this! Please do it to the end, good man, and then help us, lend a helping hand!"

But the old man just shook his head expressionlessly.

"The nobleman is going to respond to the disaster for the prehistoric people. The power of karma wrapped around him, even the golden immortals above the nine heavens dare not touch it, let alone the old man." The surrounding fog gradually submerged the figure of the old man , "From here to the several mountain ranges where you are chasing deer, you can walk freely, old man... this is retreating."

"Ah!" Shezhi only had time to call out, and the aged mountain god left as hurriedly as he had come, leaving only the bamboo basket full of herbs behind.

Qin Chen picked up the herb basket and poked it around twice, "They are indeed the best panacea."

At this time, Su Xuechan had recovered a bit of vitality, he tried to smile and said: "It's okay, this child is very good, and he hasn't caused any trouble for me until now..."

Although Qin Chen had quarreled with him before, considering the current situation, he couldn't help saying: "Qingqiu white fox is always a good omen... just relax."

"Let's not talk about this now," Shezhi sighed, "You, come and help us, we won't be on our way today, let's find a cave to rest for the night before we talk about it."

In the dark night, the Qingqiu Palace is brightly lit, reflecting the golden and jade palace crystal clear, and the brilliance flows, shining among the [-] mountains.

At this time, the prehistoric spiritual power is thin, and the north wind whistling outside the green hills seems to have stopped for thousands of years. In the darkness without stars and moons, the mountains are completely silent, only the grass and leaves break the ground, and the trees The slight sound of jointing echoed between the heaven and the earth, full of a kind of hope that was saved before the long night.

"The time... is coming soon." Su Lanji whispered.

Su Sheng tied the cloak lightly for her without saying a word.

"Husband, are you feeling bad?" Su Lanji suddenly asked, "You lost your wife hundreds of years ago, and now you will lose her son hundreds of years later..."

Su Lanji turned her head: "You...you must be secretly blaming me, right? I know your temper, even if you are angry with me, just keep it in your heart and don't say it. If I don't ask you, you will make up your mind Be a boring gourd."

Su Cheng was silent for a moment, before he said, "No."

"If you don't have it, you have it," Su Lanji said firmly, "You answered so quickly, it must be to cover up."

Su Cheng sighed helplessly, and just when Su Lanji thought he would not speak again, he said slowly: "Zhenzhen, I know that you and your sister are both talented and good-natured people. You know many things, but it is difficult to Yu Tianji, you can't say anything, I can understand everything, because I believe in you."

Su Lanji moved her face and said, "Husband..."

Su Sheng stretched out his hand to stroke her temples, with a firm gentleness in his expression: "Whatever you want to do, just do it, my Zhenzhen will not be a bad person."

Su Lanji's eyes were moist, and she smiled: "...OK."

A stabbing pain suddenly spread along Su Cheng's spine. His eyes turned black, and he lost consciousness in an instant. As soon as his knees softened, he was about to pounce forward.

Su Lanji grabbed his body and gently pressed a kiss on Su Sheng's face: "I promise, this is the last time."

In the long silent night, a ray of golden light rose from the ground, like a fleeting meteor, fleeting towards the north, the speed was so fast that it could almost surpass the thunder and thunderbolt lightning!

Before January, such a thing would not have been too unusual, but now that the aura of the fertile soil is insufficient, and the Nine Heavens God does not come out, this golden light is even more inconceivable.

Standing behind Wen Gui, Wen'e saw this scene on the high platform, couldn't help but be tongue-tied and speechless for a while.

"Father, look!" She grabbed Wen Gui's sleeve, "Is that the light flying from the direction of Qingqiu?"

Wen Gui squinted his eyes, and said anxiously: "Didn't the national teacher say that Honghuang has no spiritual power now, if Qingqiu had such a great ability, he wouldn't have been suppressed by us so much that he didn't even dare to leave the door! "

With a movement of his arm, he pulled back the sleeve from Wen'e's hand without showing any trace, and said with a gloomy face: "Okay, don't say too much, let's go now."

Wen Gui was followed by many members of the royal family of the Immortal Kingdom. They were facing the wind-swept passageway in front of them, and they all had the same reluctance on their faces.

Just two days ago, Prince Wenhua died outside. Even though the Undead Kingdom was in turmoil, Wengui still ordered the whole country to wear onyx, and then received a reply from Wenchuan, begging him to put the overall situation first and obey the order of the national teacher. Arrange domestic affairs and lead the royal family to compete.

Sudden loss of a son, and being forced to be controlled by others as the monarch of a country, Wen Gui's mood is naturally extremely depressed and resentful. Wen'e, who is usually domineering, does not dare to offend him by saying one more word at this time, but stands still. He whispered a few words in front of Wen Yu.

Seeing that everyone had walked into the passage one by one, she turned her head inadvertently, and saw Wen Yu standing with her head bowed and her eyes missing one side.

Since Zhulong spread Su Xuechan's voice to Kunyu, there have been several riots in the capital of the Immortal Kingdom alone. During that time, not only the city, but also the palace was full of slaves who had broken free Yearning for freedom, fortunately, the Immortal Kingdom has been established for hundreds of years, and there are many measures to prevent emergencies in the palace. Although many slaves escaped, most of the rebels were killed on the spot.

Wen Yu's other eye was accidentally dropped during the riots, and has never been seen since then—just because she is one of the few servants in the palace who is truly loyal to the royal descendants, and the slaves regard her as a coward and traitors.

"When I get back, I'll find another eye for you," Wen'e said suddenly, "Don't...don't be sad."

As a high-ranking princess, she has never had to comfort others, and she doesn't have to speak softly to others. Being able to say "don't be sad" is already the limit of her kindness to Wenyu.But she didn't know why she blurted out this sentence, maybe because Wen Yu was the only servant who volunteered to follow her to go to the deer hunt, maybe because Wen Yu couldn't speak anymore, so she could only say something to her.

Hearing the words, she raised her head and looked at Wen'e in surprise, she smiled at Wen'e, that smile was a bit mysterious and treacherous in the night, which made Wen'e's heart tremble inexplicably.

However, the person in front of her has already left, and she is next.

Wen'e put the throbbing in her heart behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the empty and dark corridor.

With the howling of the wind, she was suddenly plunged into darkness and could no longer see anything.