Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 728 Fusang
"His Royal Highness, there are 49 thunderstorms on seven days and seven days. His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has ordered people to prepare for it, and it will be carried out tomorrow."

The man in black lowered his head, not daring to look at the bed.

The killing air that could freeze the air overflowed from the bed curtain again, and the man in black did not dare to move his molars after biting the gold.

The man in the bed tent waved his hand lightly, the man in black understood and left as if fleeing.

After the man in black left, the man lay lazily on his side on the soft couch, and stretched out his hand to look at his slender jade-like hand.The fingertips were long and slender, with well-defined joints, as perfect as a work of art carved by an artist.

Why does he always feel that there is still a soft and delicate touch on this hand?And as soon as he thought of that touch, his heart felt a strange throbbing.

And this feeling was both familiar and strange, which made him frown unconsciously.

He just thought it was a very important thing, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember what it was.

Not only did he think about it so much that he had a splitting headache, he simply didn't think about it anymore, because he had more important things to do at this time.

The man casually drew a spell in the void, and the spell slowly turned into a radiant mirror.He waved his hand, and a figure appeared on the mirror.

On the mirror is an enchanting man in red.The man's eyebrows and eyes were like a demon, his temperament was frivolous and wild, and he was suave and suave.

Seeing the talisman that suddenly appeared in front of him, the man exaggeratedly shouted: "Oh, my uncle is back."

The man on the couch darkened instantly, and waved his hand to destroy the spell in front of him.This made the man in red anxious, and hurriedly said: "Hey, don't close it, just don't call you uncle."

The man on the couch snorted coldly and said, "Fusang, how are you going with the things I asked you to do during the time when the hall is not here?"

When Fusang heard this, the expression on his face finally became more serious.

"The preparations are almost done, but you suddenly came back early, and some plans may have to be changed."

Hearing the words, the man on the bed had a deep look in his eyes, but his voice was as cold and magnetic as ever.

"Tomorrow, the Japanese Palace will be hit by 49 [-] thunderstorms. If the plan is advanced to tomorrow, is it feasible?"

Hearing this, Fusang had an embarrassing expression on his face, with a slightly pitiful expression on the end of his eyes, and said: "But this king is a little embarrassed..."

The man on the couch was still sluggish, but his eyes were a little colder.

"What are you doing looking at me like this? It's creepy...scared..."

The man on the couch didn't want to continue this meaningless conversation with the red-clothed coquettish bag. With a wave of his sleeves, the mirror in front of him disappeared, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

However, after a while, another mirror slowly appeared in front of the man on the couch, and the man in red appeared in the mirror.

"It's still so boring, it's okay to make a joke. Tomorrow is tomorrow, it's okay. It's just a few days in advance of the plan, and it won't change anything."

At this moment, the saucy expression of the man in red finally took on a bit of seriousness.

"When the third thunder falls, that's when the plan begins."

Although the voice of the man on the couch was clear and cold, it carried an air of certainty.

"Why is it the third one? Wouldn't it mean that you have to suffer three thunderstorms for nothing? Wouldn't it be better when the first thunderstorm sounded?"

(End of this chapter)