Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 103

The man hastily kowtowed his head in a low posture, drips of cold sweat ran across his cheeks, and all the wrinkles on his face appeared at this moment. He looked old-fashioned, but he still trembled and said,
"Shangshen. The villain dare not!"

Zichu didn't bother to talk nonsense with the man, his eyes glowed with light, and he moved his fingers slightly. The man disappeared in the cloud and mist, and he didn't know where she threw him.

She touched the corner of her clothes impatiently, with a casual expression on her face, "Shenlong, why don't we fight? If you lose, let the man and the demon go."

She has the Floating Li Sword in her hand, which is the nemesis of Shenlong. When I ask this sentence, it seems a bit bullying, but hasn't she always been this kind of person?

The man was shot flying, and now the pressure of the God of God came to Shenlong, it stared at Zichu resentfully, and rolled its eyes at Zichu,
"God, of course I can't beat you! Aren't you embarrassing people... no... embarrassing dragons!"

On the other hand, Zichu crossed his arms and stared at Shenlong with a funny expression on his face. There was a bit of sharpness between his brows, "That's right, God is here to embarrass you!"

Shenlong: ...

Meeting such an arrogant woman, it means that its whole life is not good.

Zichu sat cross-legged, with no emotion in his eyes, and the thunder and lightning were not falling into the mortal world because there was no dragon to guide them.

From time to time, Shenlong looked at Zichu's calm and calm face, his eyes were very entangled, and he didn't know how to choose.

If it was frozen into a popsicle by the Fuli Sword, then its whole dragon life would not be so chic, okay?

But against the way of heaven, it may not end well!
However, Shenlong's entanglement did not last long, because the God Realm came down again, and the colorful auspicious clouds were still standing under his feet.

I saw Mo Lin standing against the light, with a bright smile on his face, even Xiaguang was a bit inferior to him, his translucent and nimble black eyes were stained with mist, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer, and his eyes looked at him fondly. Zichu whispered softly,

"Zi Chu, don't mess around anymore, come back with me."

Zichu squinted at him, ignoring his flirtatious appearance, "You don't have to worry about my affairs."

When Mo Lin heard this, there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly recovered his composure. A red dress was fluttering in the wind, reflecting the beauty of the black hair behind him.

The combination of red and black, evil and charming yet calm, has always been the most eye-catching combination in the world. There was restrained anger in his eyes, and he said in a bad mood, "Zi Chu, do you really want to go against this heaven?"

Zichu used to think that Mo Lin was a good seedling, and Liu Ran said the words "good seedlings" to her, but now she knows how to use what she has learned, and now she feels that Mo Lin is the same as the group of people in Jiuchongtian, they are all the same stubborn.

Besides, no one can stop what she is going to do, even if the emperor comes down, she may not give him face.

Zi Chu frowned in displeasure, the Fuli Sword was already sacrificed in his hand, and the sword was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Looking closely, there were some ice threads dancing around the Fuli Sword. She tapped the sword with her fingers, and said indifferently, her voice was as cold as ever, "Mo Lin, don't force me to take action."

However, Shenlong immediately got up, and looked at Mo Lin begging for help, feeling that his miserable life was finally saved, but Mo Lin's next words made him want to spit out a few mouthfuls of old blood.

"Okay then... I'll restrain Shenlong, you go and save them!" Mo Lin looked at Zichu with raised eyebrows, and smiled maliciously.

(End of this chapter)