What is life without love? Maybe this is life without love. The warmth is all a lie. The world is still so cold and chilling.

"Ah, I'm sorry, brother Yinxi, Sizi didn't mean it."

"Sizi...wuwuwu!"

Li Mingda cried out in grievance. She really didn't mean it. She put down the decoction in her hand and ran out. Halfway there, she turned back, held back her tears, and wiped Jiang Yinxi's face clean.

"It's okay, it's okay, Si Zi, don't cry. Brother Yinxi is ready to make hot pot for you."

"real?"

"When did Brother Yinxi lie to you?"

Li Mingda thought about it for a while, but it seemed like it was not the case. He picked up the decoction with a smile and said, "Brother Yinxi, Sizi will continue to feed you the medicine."

"Hoo ho ho, it's cold."

Outside the door, Mrs. Jiang and Empress Changsun were lying on rocking chairs. Ling Qingqing stood behind Mrs. Jiang to serve. I don't know what she thought of, but Empress Changsun's face was full of sorrow in the sunshine.

"Sizi will be twelve years old soon. Yuan Tiangang of Si Tianjian once said that the day of Sizi's twelfth birthday will be the day when divine punishment will come."

"Is there nothing your Majesty can do?"

"I thought that the Tang Dynasty would bring peace to the world, be powerful in the world, benefit the people from the suffering of slavery, and prevent immortal cultivators from weighing on mortals. Such merits are immeasurable. Why does God not bless my Sizi, but let her suffer?

Such suffering.”

Mrs. Jiang sighed repeatedly after hearing this. She was as powerful as Emperor Tang and could do nothing. For such a young girl, God is so cruel.

"Can even the imperial weapon be helpless against this divine punishment?"

Queen Changsun shook her head. It's not that the Tang Dynasty didn't have imperial weapons, but they were all the most valuable weapons for killing. How could they withstand the divine punishment?

"Hey, the Jiuzhou Cauldron protects Jiuzhou, but it can't protect Sizi."

"Jiuzhou Ding?" Queen Changsun seemed to understand something. She looked at Mrs. Jiang as if she saw a glimmer of hope.

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In the Fuso Kingdom, which is tens of thousands of miles away from Tanzhou, Fuso God is suspended in the crater of Mount Fuji. During this period, he fell down countless times. What made him feel even more strange was that no matter how careful he was, his body would be out of control due to injuries.

.

That violent force almost destroyed half of his body. If he hadn't brought the Grass Pheasant Sword, he would have died long ago. With the help of the power of the Holy Mountain, his injuries have been fully recovered, except for the occasional

Out of control.

"Who am I? Kill you, Chen Fan, I will definitely kill you... What a scary bald head, so scary."

God Fuso listened in confusion, where did this sound come from? Without his permission, those untouchables would not dare to step into the holy mountain.

"No, this voice is coming from my mind."

God Fuso was immediately horrified. At this level, no one in this world could confuse his mind, let alone directly transmit messages to his mind.

Could it be that God Fusang remembered that destructive power and someone in the Tang Dynasty had done something to him? Thinking that God Fusang couldn't sit still, he calmed down and quickly looked inside.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the turbulent waves are roaring, and a sword emitting clear light is suspended above the sea of ​​​​consciousness. It is the Grass Pheasant Sword, one of Fuso's three immortal weapons.

Under the grass pheasant sword, there is a little man sitting. The little man is shining with golden light and surrounded by a few wisps of fairy energy. When the fairy air fills the whole little man, it will be the time when the Fuso God ascends to immortality.

"Why should I kill Chen Fan, bald, there are many bald, don't come here."

Unfamiliar voices were still echoing in the mind of Lord Fuso, but at a glance he could see that everything was normal in the sea of ​​consciousness.

With the appearance of God Fuso, the storm in the sea of ​​​​consciousness began to calm down. He circled around the Cao Pheasant Sword several times, but still found nothing unusual. When he came behind his little Yuanshen, God Fuso felt that he was going crazy.

Why is there a talking face on the back of my soul?

"Get out, get out of my soul."

Lord Fuso was extremely frightened. Even at this level, his soul was still extremely fragile. If anything went wrong, he might become a madman or lose his life.

God Fuso tried his best, but the face on the back of his head didn't move at all and was still chattering.

Half an hour...an hour...a day later...

God Fuso is grinning, but his face has disappeared because it has completely merged with him. If you ask him why he is smiling, he will not know.

"Dong dong dong!"

The sound of life was heard at the foot of the holy mountain. After a while, an onmyoji with a hat as tall as two heads flew up, knelt on his knees, and touched his forehead to the ground and said: "Holy Lord, His Majesty the Emperor has decided to send someone to make peace with the Tang Dynasty."

"I hope to get the approval of the god."

God Fuso looked at the humble Onmyoji, but a strange thought popped into his mind: "Wearing such a tall hat, he is not as tall as me. I am only seven feet tall. How short is this monkey?"

Suppressing this weird thought, God Fuso asked the Onmyoji to take off his hat and said coldly: "A marriage? When does this God need a marriage to protect Fuso... Bald head, I hate seeing bald heads the most, so get out of here.

"

"God, this is not..."

"roll."

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In the Fusang Kingdom, a rumor spread out somewhere that God's temperament had changed drastically after his death, and he was no longer bald. When the people of Fusang realized that this was a rumor, they suddenly discovered that the monks who held their heads high and proud had already become bald.

I changed my hairstyle and my forehead is no longer exposed.

In the Imperial Palace, in the castle tower, let’s call it a palace, Emperor Fuso looked at the Fuso God unconvinced and said angrily: “God, I am the emperor of the Fuso Kingdom, and the decisions I make are only to inform you, not to ask you.

Views."

"What a great majesty, this Fuso Kingdom. I have the final say. Even if you are Emperor Fuso, my grandson, you can't challenge my majesty... Come on, call Grandpa to listen. Grandpa will help you."

Let me tidy up my bald head."

"If you don't want to make a marriage, one is not enough. Follow my orders and give two of them, one to make the marriage, and one to give away... Go away, I will kill anyone who dares to make a marriage."

"Make peace."

"Discord."

Under the order of Fuso God, Princess Jizi took people on a fleet that never returned. They traveled for dozens of miles, were brought back by Fuso God, and sent out again, and the cycle started again.

"I promise you to get married and not to interfere in my affairs anymore, otherwise we will perish together."

"Ah ah ah ah, I will die together with Chen Fan."

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be the one who tied the bell. God Fuso transformed into a human form and sneaked into the marriage team. He must find the person who sneaked up on him. If he couldn't defeat him, he would accept him as his father and suffer the consequences. He also had to get rid of this schizophrenic state.

In the castle tower, Emperor Fuso looked at the fleet in the distance, and felt a touch of sadness in his heart. He had lost another daughter. He also hoped that the Tang Dynasty would treat her well, give birth to more dragon sons, and bring back Fuso so that the outstanding daughter could be born.

Genes spread in Fuso.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

"Yo Xi, I will satisfy this little prodigal of yours."

"Wait a minute, did your majesty and your relatives send someone to write a document and bring it to Emperor Tang?"
Chapter completed!