Qing Xuan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the spiritual power slowly traced down the strange power in Shu Yi's body, tracing back to the source, and finally stopped at his heart.

What's hidden there?

Qing Xuan found that even she couldn't detect it.

His eyes scanned Shuyi's body suspiciously, Qing Xuan had only one thought in his heart, what the hell is this?

Ordinary people look at him, it is King Yi Shuyi.

The gods and immortals look at him, he is the god Jun Junyi.

The vision is at the same level as Jun Yin, such as painting the heart, and the light is the same dust, looking at him, it is Jun Yin.

The vision is at the same level as the Red Underworld, such as her, looking at him, it is the Red Underworld.

What's even funnier is that Jun Yin should treat this thing as his own, and Chi Ming obviously thinks this thing is his own......

But obviously, that's not the end of it.

There are other secrets hidden in this thing, unfathomable secrets.

Jun Yin thought he was a person he had created, but he didn't know that he had already been cut off by Chi Ming.

But is Chi Ming the ultimate winner?

If he is really a winner, why is even such a trivial matter as memory inheritance being cut off?

Shuyi felt Qingxuan's softness rubbing and twisting slowly on his forehead, but he didn't react for a long time, so he couldn't help but wave it away with one hand, and turned around and went to the study.

Although he was annoyed that Qing Xuan was playing tricks on him, he would never be able to impress her, after all, it was the body of the painting heart.

Through Qing Xuan's expression, he could also see it, and he was afraid that she didn't know what she was......

He saw the confusion in her eyes, and the ** who was about to move, this is a very smart woman.

Although Shuyi is not familiar with Chi Ming, Chi Ming has passed on many things to him, and judging from the step-by-step planning after Chi Ming disappeared, it is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.

And Qing Xuan is a woman who once defeated the Red Underworld.

Its ** calculation, I'm afraid it is not inferior to the red underworld!

And she was carrying the skin of his beloved at this time, and to be honest, he couldn't always stay awake when facing her.

When I went out and turned left, I turned into a row of potted red plums planted in the heart of the painting, and there were twelve large pots in a row, arranged uprightly. He suddenly stopped, and dug out two jars of plum blossom brew that he had newly buried for her from under the soil in the pot.

Originally, he thought that she had folded the new peach and forgotten the old plum, but it turned out that he was the new, and the light and dust were her old people, and she already knew it, but she didn't say a word in front of him.

Before entering the study, he was suddenly stopped by Xuanyuan Mo, "Childe, the Moon Pavilion Lord is here to invite you again." ”

"Take him to the princess. Shuyi was afraid that Qing Xuan would come to pester him, and seeing that she looked awe-inspiring with the righteousness of all the people in the world, he couldn't help but want to push this matter to her.

What's more, he also wanted to see the strength of the true God of Creation, they didn't know Nan Wuyue, Qing Xuan...... You should know, right?

Xuanyuan Mo didn't know Shuyi's intentions, looked at Shuyi in disbelief, and was stunned for a long time before turning around and walking towards the door, not even forgetting to reply.

Strange, so weird.

Didn't you hear that the princess was pregnant?

It's just that she wasn't pregnant before, and the delicate princess was afraid that she would be tired when she ate, so he couldn't wait to feed her one bite at a time.

However, the situation outside is really not optimistic, although it doesn't matter what they have to do with the Netherworld, but he is so good that he has lived in Wuxin for five or six years, and if he wants to continue to live here, he can't completely stay out of it.

So Xuanyuan walked quickly to the living room and led Yue Xingyun to find the "painting heart".