Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 822 Fuso is Weak
After these words came out of Mo Jiu's mouth, Wu Xin's face seemed to remain calm, but his eyes were somewhat complicated, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

"But so what? Anyway, he has already forgotten everything in the mortal world. He once said that he would never forget me no matter what, but he forgot so completely. The original promise was like a joke."

Wu Xin's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After a long silence, he asked, "Can you prove the relationship between you?"

Mo Jiu smiled, but the smile looked very bleak.

"Since I have confessed the relationship between us, there is naturally a way to prove it. The facts are there and will not change."

Mo Jiu said so, but he didn't say how to prove it.

Wu Xin opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.Instead, he reached out and stroked Mo Jiu's hair.

Seeing Mo Jiu's expression at this moment, his heart also ached.

"I see. At that time, you must prove your evidence in front of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven will give a fair judgment."

Mo Jiu smiled and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you Brother Ang for coming to see me. With what Brother Ang said, Mo Jiu has some confidence in his heart. I believe His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven can remember his affairs in the mortal world."

Wu Xin nodded and said, "If what Xiao Jiu said is true, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor will naturally remember it, so you don't have to worry too much."

After speaking, Wu Xin left and left the cloak to Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu looked at Wu Xin's back as he walked out in a daze.There seemed to be a hint of familiarity on Wu Xin's cloak.

Mo Jiu smiled wryly and shook his head, it seemed that she was sick with longing.

This Brother Ang was very kind to her, knowing that he was imprisoned in the prison, he would come to see him.

But Di Wuchen was so ruthless to her, he was not as good as a stranger he just met.

Mo Jiu sighed softly, closed his eyes quietly, and stopped thinking about it.

It didn't take long for a stick of incense. Before the last incense ashes fell, Fusang Shenjun opened the door and walked in. He sat at the Eight Immortals table and drank tea to moisten his throat.

The Emperor of Heaven put down the book in his hand and raised his head to look at Fusang Shenjun.

"It seems that you have an idea and a result?"

Drank the tea in the teacup in his hand, and the embarrassment of Fusang Shenjun just now disappeared. He took out the folding umbrella and shook it, and immediately changed back to his suave and suave appearance.

"That's natural. Fusang went down to earth in person, how could there be no results?"

Seeing him like this, it was obvious that he was going to be closed again, and the Emperor of Heaven glanced over him coldly.

"It's best not to show off in front of me. Tell me what you have found in the investigation, or you should know what the consequences will be."

Fusang seemed to turn a deaf ear to the threat from the Emperor of Heaven, and bent his eyes with a charming manner.

"Oh, don't worry, Your Majesty, let Fusang take it easy. How can I, a majestic god, come to the mortal world and obtain a little information so easily?"

The Heavenly Emperor's face was icy cold and terrifying, but there was a cold murderous look on his handsome, jealous face.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Hearing this, Fusang Shenjun folded his folding fan and smiled alluringly.

"Fusang is not feeling well recently, and needs to be treated with medicine. I heard that the Phoenix Immortal Pill that the Feng Clan gave to His Majesty is a good medicine for recuperating the body. I wonder if Your Majesty can give the medicine to Fusang?"

(End of this chapter)