Suzhou Mengchang

"Nan Sang, say it again!" Zixun gripped the sleeves of the red robe tightly and asked sharply.

"It's disillusionment! Take Mo Yizhi and Qingniao back to Beichen Palace!" Nan Sang pointed at Murong Wuhen with his right hand, and cursed: "He must have acted as an internal response!"

The guards along the way were about to rush up, but were stopped by Murong Wuhen.

"Murong Wuhen! Tell me! How did you become the emperor!" Zi Xun questioned.

"Disillusioned, I just catch him. Mo Yizhi will be fine." Murong Wuhen took Zixun's hand and begged, "Jiao'e, shall we get married first? The auspicious time is coming soon!"

"You used Mo Yizhi's life to change the position of the emperor! Murong Wuhen, remember, I will kill you with my own hands!" Zixun shook off Murong Wuhen's hand and flew up to the Heavenly Palace with Nan Sang.

In the palace, a bell rang, indicating that the auspicious hour had arrived.

Murong Wuhen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. After a long time, he shouted at the audience: "Anyone who disagrees today will be punished by the Nine Clans!"

In Beichen Palace, Bai Zhi reported to Huanmi: "I am reporting to Immortal Huanmi, Zixun came up with Nansang."

Huan Mian held the sunspot in his hand and dropped it, the outcome on the chessboard was a foregone conclusion.Then Disillusionment Youyou ordered: "Don't hurt him a bit, bring him here. The rest remains the same."

"Yes." Bai Zhi got the order and retreated.

Huan Mian was very proud of seeing the big victory on the chessboard. On the same day, he let Mo Yizhi and Zi Xun go on the face of the day. Zixun is merciful in his relationship with himself.

Later, he sent someone to disguise himself as Tu Qiping, messing with Tu Ruoqing's mind, and then Su Muli died.Step by step, he left messages to lure Nan Sang to reunite with the two in Suzhou City.

All kinds of methods are just for Mo Yi to step on the Wuya River and become a useless person.

After all the hard work and deliberation, Mo Yizhi can be captured alive and killed.

It's just that there is a hundred secrets and one sparse, and there is a piece of chess that he really doesn't know where to put it.

Zi Xun.

Disillusioned for Zixun to think again and again, he could have captured Mo Yizhi alive in Wuya Mountain, but he was afraid that he would hurt Zixun in this way.Go to Suzhou city in person, and exchange the throne of Mo Yizhi and Murong Wuhen.

As soon as he entered the palace gate as deep as the sea, Zixun couldn't get any news at all, so he was disillusioned and captured Mo Yizhi in one fell swoop.

Disillusionment protects a stubborn son as emperor, but to protect his own child.

In front of him, the child has arrived here.

Zixun kicked open the door, and stood in front of Huan Mian, with the purple fox tail imprint conspicuous in the corner of his right eye. He was still wearing the same red dress, the hem of which dragged the floor, as bright as the sun covering the sky.

"What about others?" Zi Xun asked.

"If you want someone, you have to wait until after the wedding." Huan Mian said softly, softly.

"Believe it or not, I demolished your Beichen Palace!"

"Son, don't get angry." Disillusionment Hand asked him to sit down, and continued: "I won't hurt him, don't worry. He may be happier with me now than with you."

"You!" Zixun stepped forward in two steps, holding the sandalwood chair against disillusionment, so hard that a piece of wood he was holding fell off.

"I told you to come and find me, why didn't you come?" Huan Mie looked at Zi Xun and asked.

Zixun flashed past with a dazed expression, and stepped back a few steps.

"It's still your mother who didn't tell you. Zixun, do you know who I am?" Huan Mian's voice was low, but it was mixed with joy.

Zixun's eyes flickered, and he was stunned.

"Depending on you, you can't save him. But for your sake, give him another seven days. It's up to you how you can accompany him to end these last days." Huan Mian stood up, walked to Zixun's side, He whispered in his ear: "Child, remember, once the seven-day limit is over, Mo Yizhi will undoubtedly die."

Then, the disillusionment went away.

Zixun couldn't remember how he got out of Beichen Palace, but he only remembered that Nansang grabbed him and asked anxiously, "Brother, how is it?"

"Seven, there are still seven more days." Zi Xun replied.

"What about Qingniao? He originally asked me to stay in Suzhou City, but I didn't wait for him before I went to Murong Mansion to look for him. Could it be that he is going to die?"

"Do you know who he wants to see the most?" Zixun asked.

"Blue Bird... wants to see me the most!" Nan Sang said firmly

"What I'm telling you is, who does Mo Yizhi want to see the most!" Zi Xun glanced over sharply.

"Isn't it you, brother?" Nan Sang suddenly realized, half ashamed and half ashamed.

"It's your sister." Zixun said in a deep voice.

"But sister Li has been reborn after passing through Wuyajiang, and she doesn't remember the past for a long time."

"Shitou, do me a favor, and I'll help you rescue the blue bird!" Zixun had an idea in his mind.

"Okay." Nan Sang agreed.

On the same day, Zixun took a cinnabar mole from Nansang's heart and ground it into powder.Take some out, pour it into water, and feed Su Muli to drink.

A single cinnabar mole has great potency, if Su Muli took all of it and waited for her to wake up again, Mo Yi would probably be dead.Zixun only needed Su Muli to remember Mo Yizhi, which was enough.

Even so, Su Muli still slept for six full days before waking up, and Nan Sang's heart wound was almost healed.

During these six days, Zixun didn't pay a single glance at Mo Yi.

I don't know why, it's not that Zixun doesn't want to see him, it's just that he doesn't feel worthy to see him.

Why not, because he married Murong Wuhen?Or because he is disillusioned flesh and blood?

Zixun himself didn't know.

He only knew that the person Mo Yizhi wanted to see was not him, but Su Muli.

Since he can't save him, what's the use of going to see him?

The seventh day, the last day.Zixun entered Beichen Palace, bowed his head and knelt down, and said with a smile: "Father, let Qingniao go. He has nothing to do with Mo Yizhi."

"Okay, Dad promises you." Huan Mie Fuzi looked for it.

Zixun smiled very nicely, she was a bit haggard after shedding her previous seductiveness.

"Father, I have understood in the past six days. Mo Yi first snatched me as the Fox Emperor, and then caused my Wu Ya to be defeated, and then pretended to be a hypocrite and went to heaven to save me. All these difficulties are caused by him."

Huan Mian listened to his words, and was very pleased, and pulled Zixun to sit down.

"Xun'er, what should you do then?" Huan Mie asked.

"Kill people to kill their hearts. Let those who will die tomorrow understand the pain of not getting what they want!"

"I can't ask for it." Thinking of his own can't ask for it, Huan Mian felt that this method was very desirable to him, and ordered the human: "Send Su Muli to Mo Yi's cell!"

Baizhi outside the house answered: "Yes."

A gleam flashed in Zixun's eyes, and he regained his previous look, and said, "Father, there is one more thing."

"Say." Disillusioned and happy, this kid really looks like him, vicious and vicious.

"Tomorrow, can I use the soul refining whip to punish him? Mo Yi has harmed me so far, and I will personally repay him." Zi Xun held the tea on the table in disillusionment.

Although Huan Mian was still wary of Zi Xun, but knowing that he would lose to Tian Gong after all, he took the tea bowl, took a sip, and said, "Tomorrow will be as you said."

After the seventh day passed, Zixun thought, on this day, Mo Yizhi should be very happy to see Su Muli who regained his memory.

On the eighth day, on the Minglian stage, all the immortals watched.

"The first whip is to beat you for stealing the title of Fox Emperor from me!" Zi Xun whipped the whip down, and Mo Yizhi knelt down on the ground and bowed his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Zixun, you're crazy! Disillusionment! The person you want to kill is..." Su Muli shouted out of control, and Nan Sang stopped Su Muli who was rushing towards Mingliantai.

Huansheng sealed Su Muli's mouth with a spell, and said to Nansang with frowned eyebrows, "Take Muli away and lock him into Xiyue Palace for seven days."

"Second whip, beat you and kill my whole clan of Wu Ya!" Zi Xun swung the whip, and there was another bloodstain on Mo Yi's body.

"The third whip, hit you for deceiving me, deceiving me, and abandoning me!" Zixun took the whip down, and the veins in his neck burst.

Mo Yizhi knelt on the Minglian platform. He bowed his head and received the two whips silently before. At this moment, he looked up at Zixun, and his eyes showed a look of distress for Zixun, as if it was not himself who was tortured, but Zixun. .

"I don't have one." Mo Yizhi said to Zixun, his gaze was the same as that night.That night, he knelt beside Zixun who was sobbing and crying, and carefully promised him that only you resent me and you don't want me, how can there be such a thing as I don't want you.

Zixun avoided Mo Yizhi's gaze, and lashed out several times.

Seventy-seven and 49 whips, the whips and whips are ripped apart, no less than disillusionment.

Mo Yizhi was already a cripple, without any spiritual power to protect himself, and died after 22 strokes.

After 27, the whip was found to be whipping the corpse.

Just whip the corpse.

The author has something to say:

Zixun is definitely a resourceful blue boy