Chapter 142 923-927
Chapter 142 923-927
923
In the mist, I became conscious, heard voices in my ears, opened my eyes, and found myself lying in the Hall of Hundred Flowers, I struggled to get up, made some movement, after a burst of chaotic footsteps, a group of fairy Jun gathered at my bedside.
There are Fengyue-jun, Yeyou-jun, Diewu-jun, Qingmu-jun... almost all the literary gods in the heavens have gathered, and they have blocked my Hundred Flowers Palace layer by layer, and it is impossible to see through, but I have not seen the figure of Si Mingjun alone. .
Si Mingjun...
I suddenly remembered what happened before I fell into a coma, and grabbed the sleeve of Fengyue Jun in front of me: "Where is Si Mingjun! Where is Ling Zhao! Zhao Yujun—"
Fengyue-jun quickly pressed my shoulders, put me on the bed, and said: "Si Mingjun is well, Qilin-jun is in Qilinjiang, and before we leave, we must take care of you, come and lie down quickly, and take a rest .”
924
Has Ling Zhao returned to Qilin Border?
I really didn't have the strength, so I simply asked in a lying position: "But what happened to Qilinjiang? Do you know about Zhao Yujun... colluding with the demons?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly heard someone slap on the table not far from the bed, and shouted: "I don't believe it! He Shou won't collude with the demons!"
This voice is exactly Mr. Si Ming whom I have been looking for for a while.
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He stumbled to the bedside, brushed aside the fairies, and was about to ask loudly, but paused when he saw me, then lowered his tone again: "I don't believe it, Hua Qian, maybe you misjudged him, he is also a devil The race has changed!"
"...he can deflect the rain."
The sources of power of the gods and demons are different, they disguise each other, no matter how similar they look, they still reveal their secrets when they make a move. In the hundred worlds of the gods, there are indeed some who can control the rain except Zhao Yujun, but there are other kinds As proof, the immortal monarch that day must be Lord Zhaoyu.
Si Mingjun's folding fan lay limply in front of his clothes, his eyes turned red when he heard that, he turned his head and walked back to the desk and fell on the chair.
"Why...how did this happen...he guarded him...why..."
926
I can understand Si Mingjun's mood. Anyone who finds out that his close friend is actually an accomplice of the demon clan will find it difficult to accept. Although I don't have a deep friendship with Zhao Yujun, it is hard to avoid it.
"Why else?" Yeyou Jun sighed: "He is the descendant of Xuanwu Shenjun!"
The other immortals also nodded.
927
"He Shou, He Nai is the surname of Xuanwu God Lords in the past, why didn't he think of the connection?"
"It's hard to say, that is, it is not easy to be a god in the Xuanwu world. Only the relatives of the gods can succeed to the throne. In other borders, there are many immortals who have no relationship with the gods."
"That's right, if I hadn't checked the genealogy of Zhaoyu Realm and found out that Lord Zhaoyu should have the surname Shui, I would have never thought that God Zhaoyu and Lord Zhaoyu are not mother and son!"
"Zhao Yujun is the descendant of Xuanwu God Lord, how come he became Zhaoyu Lord in the Zhaoyu Realm?"
The immortals were silent for a while.
Suddenly someone ran into the dormitory, shouting as he ran: "I found it! I found it!"
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