"You think I'm pathetic, don't you?" Mo Bai's expression was seen by Su Qibai, and he laughed at himself.

Also, it is natural that being in prison and being abandoned by his "partner" who is also a god monarch, and even sneering at him after being sent to the prison, will be sympathized with.

"Nothing." Mo Bai shook his head.

The former god of war ended up like this, if Mo Bai said that he didn't sympathize, it would be false.

But he knew that Su Qibai paid the most attention to face, and if he said that he sympathized with him, he would be beaten badly.

But Mo Bai was wrong, Su Qibai did not beat him as expected, but sat there and drank tea leisurely.

Mo Bai snatched the tea from Su Qibai's hand and looked at him playfully.

"Iceface, have you changed sex? Why didn't I respond when I talked to you like this? ”

"You'd love to see me give you a reaction, don't you?" Su Qibai gently pinched and smashed the teacup.

A few seconds later, he gave Mo Bai a violent shudder. Of course, gently.

Because he didn't want Ling Chen to wake up and find a bag on his head, he mistakenly thought that Jiang Huan had hit him.

"I'm done with things, I'll go back first, Mo Bai, you stay in Ling Chen's body, don't let anything happen to him."

After all, I will have to rely on him in the future.

Su Qibai thought about it and retreated, and the moment he withdrew, the immobilization technique of outsiders in the hall also began to be lifted.

Mo Bai looked at Su Qibai's back, and his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters. He glanced at Ling Chen, who was in a coma, and finally transferred his soul to Ling Chen's body.

He was different from Su Qibai's tragic experience of fleeing to the Nether where the Yuan Shen was wiped out and only one Neidan was left and was given to the queen by the Taoist priest and let her eat, Mo Bai felt that Ling Chen was very cute when he was playing in the Nether Realm, and he directly possessed him into his body.

Who knows that this possession is three years. During this time, he also had the idea of returning to heaven, and he also sneaked up to the sky when Ling Chen was asleep.

But who knows, as soon as he went to the heavenly court, he saw the tragedy of the White Tiger Divine Monarch's Mansion being copied, and all the former soldiers and attendants of his own monarch were escorted to the execution ground by the heavenly soldiers.

Because he is a sword soul and has been in the sword for many years, most people in the heavenly court don't know him, so he will watch the excitement with him.

If you know your identity, you will find it difficult to even walk.

Soon, Ling Chen woke up, he rubbed his aching head, "Why did I fall asleep here." ”

He remembered that he was still chatting with Jiang Huan just now, why did he fall asleep? What about Jiang Huan? Isn't Mo gone?

Ling Chen looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that he didn't see Jiang Huan, and then smiled helplessly: "This guy, Lone didn't wake up Lone when he fell asleep, and left instead, really."

Although Ling Chen was complaining, the slightly raised corners of his mouth still revealed his happiness.

This is not anything else, but because Su Qibai specially draped a cloak on him when he left.

Su Qibai did this, naturally it was impossible for him to shelter him. His purpose was just to make Ling Chen really think that he was asleep, and Jiang Huan couldn't bear to ask him to leave.

But Su Qibai thought so, but Ling Chen was not.

The Queen Mother is his adoptive mother and has been strict with him since he was a child. And his father, because he is the son of the woman he loves, is even more strict.

This kind of strictness is unimaginable to normal people. For example, when you have a fever, you are forced to go to class, memorize books, etc.

So when Ling Chen was a child, he seriously lacked maternal love.

And Jiang Huan happened to give him the missing "maternal love". Of course, the premise of this mother's love is not known to Jiang Huan.

Otherwise, he will suffer from everyone's eyes for the rest of his life.

Ling Chen's thoughts, Jiang Huan, who had returned to Wutong Residence, did not know.

He changed his clothes and went about his business.

Fushun place.

Since that incident, Fu Shun has rested in an inn outside the capital.

The inn is a bit basic, but there is a lot of stuff. If this is changed to the usual Fushun, it will definitely be very disgusting, but now it is different.

He's dying, what is Gu Jian doing if he's not shabby, idle?

Fushun paced back and forth in the room, looking in the direction of the window and muttering to himself.

"Why hasn't Childe written yet? Don't you ignore me? ”

Don't blame Fu Shun for thinking so, the master he is with is really special, and I don't know if Jiang Huan, who cooperates with him, will help him like he did when he first cooperated, or if he says he will help on the surface, but behind his back, he is laughing at him.

But when he turned around, he saw the pigeon on the table, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Pigeons?"

I am of humble status, and I know the kind of person who only knows a few words, but it is impossible to write letters, and let the pigeons pass it on.

There is only one possibility.

This letter was written by Jiang Huan.

Thinking of this, Fushun almost cried with joy. He knew that it was right for him to cooperate with Jiang Huan, and when he was in the most difficult time, this ally came to the rescue.

Now he was carried away by joy and forgot how he satirized Jiang Huan just now.

Fu Shun opened the letter and read it carefully. He frowned slightly, and then patted his head in realization.

"I'm so stupid, how can I not even think of such a simple thing?"

Yes, Jiang Huan mentioned to him in the letter about slashing a few knives on his body, as well as messing up his hair, and running back to Taifu's mansion in a crazy way.

Messy hair is more convincing than neat hair, and madness can prove that you are scared by a female ghost. As for the number of slashes on his body, it can prove that he once "desperately" protected An Yi, but because he was outnumbered, his body was cut by the female ghost's nails.

Anxian has never seen a ghost, so he can make it up no matter how he wants.

Fushun hooked his lips, walked to the candle, and burned the letter.

"This Jiang Huan is really powerful, no wonder An Xian will lose to him."

After that, I packed my things and hurried away.

City gates.

Fu Shun made himself similar to a beggar according to the method given to him by Jiang Huan, and he looked at the people at the city gate, and his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

"What's going on in the capital, why are there so many people."

Never mind.

Fushun shook his head.

It is none of his business what happens in the capital around him, he still needs to hurry up and meet Taifufu.

After thinking about it, he walked quickly to the gate of the city.

When the soldiers guarding the city gate saw a dirty, smelly beggar coming, they looked at him with disgust, and then pushed and shoved the brother next to him.

"You go search."

"There you go."

"I'm not going, he stinks, I don't want to be smoked to death by him."

The soldiers pushed and shoved, and in the end, the search for the beggar fell to a cringing soldier who had no presence.

The soldier had been in the city for so many years, and though he didn't hate beggars as much as the others, he couldn't have been nicer to him.

Seeing that the others were unwilling, he had to bite the bullet, he looked at Fu Shun with cold eyes, and said slowly: "Take out the things on your body."

(End of chapter)