Confusion of thoughts led to knots in his tongue, and that's what Rong Huang thought in his mind. "Don't you look at me because you like Feng Xi and find fault with me?"

Fushu, who had just confided his love for many years to his sweetheart: "???"

Fushu paused for a moment, and for a while, he couldn't react, as if he was deeply hit, his throat was a bit dry, and his tone became much lighter, "What did you say?"

Rong Huang blinked, hesitated for a moment, and repeated it again very quickly.

Fu Shu: "..."

Fushu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

This affectionate voice was finally wrongly paid.

Fushu glanced at Rong Huang with complicated eyes, lifted the barriers around the two of them, without saying anything, turned around and left with a cloud.

Rong Huang was at a loss, what does this mean? Are you kidding her?

The mascot on the side, the **** servant, took two steps forward and urged softly, "Divine Lord Ronghuang, the divine emperor is waiting."

Rong Huang suddenly came back to his senses, oh, put away the messy thoughts, and drove the clouds toward the palace of the **** emperor.

-

Rong Huang was a little surprised to see Le Ling in the palace where the emperor was treating guests.

Before tossing Le Ling in the small world, Rong Huang thought that Le Ling would not dare to appear in front of her in a short time.

Now it seems that the skin is getting thicker and thicker.

When he noticed Le Ling's gorgeous blue feather coat, Rong Huang couldn't speak in his head, and he blurted out, "You have all your feathers grown?"

Last time Le Ling clearly became a bald bird.

Le Ling: "...what do you think?"

Le Ling's words were almost squeezed out of his teeth, and the look in Rong Huang's eyes wanted to frustrate her on the spot.

Rong Huang touched the tip of his nose. He was too surprised just now and couldn't hold back.

But she was quite happy to see Le Ling deflated.

Ignoring Le Ling's malicious eyes anymore, Rong Huang just found a place to sit down, and looked at the **** emperor who was heading up, and did not salute, "What's the matter with me?"

Even if Rong Huang talked to him in this tone all the time, the **** emperor's heart was still blocked.

so rude!

The **** emperor leaned on the back of his chair and looked at Rong Huang high up, "I heard that you are out of the customs, so I announced that you are here to let the emperor take a look and see how well your cultivation is."

The divine emperor's inquiring gaze scanned Rong Huang's body and found that her cultivation level had indeed improved, but he was taken aback.

Rong Huang did not practice in retreat but went to the small world. Few people knew that he and Le Ling were two of them.

The divine emperor didn't expect that Rong Huang had grown so much after more than a thousand years of experience in the small world.

The more the emperor said this, the more Rong Huang felt that the emperor was hypocritical.

Rong Huang hadn't forgotten the look of the **** emperor in the small world with a grim expression about to hurt her, and he was silent for a moment and responded, "It has improved a lot."

The **** emperor choked, but he didn't even know how humble it was.

The **** emperor condensed his thoughts, sighed, and sighed in the tone of an elder, "Now that you see your cultivation so fast, this emperor is relieved."

none of your business?

You're too good at putting gold on your face, right?

Rong Huang murmured secretly from the bottom of his heart, there was no expression fluctuation on his face, and the black black eyes looked at the **** emperor for an instant.

The divine emperor was seen as guilty, as if all the dirty thoughts in his heart had been dug out and put on the bright surface. He dodged from Rong Huang's eyes, coughed, and his tone was unnatural.

"Do you remember Fushu, the eighth son of the Emperor?"

Rong Huang was stunned, not understanding what medicine the **** emperor sold in this gourd.