[Honghuang] Gardenia essence married to the leader of Tongtian

Dan Zhi immediately took out the gauze herbal medicine to stop Xihe's bleeding, put some coriander leaf powder on it, and carefully bandaged her wound.

His gaze was as cold as an ice awl and shot at Yuanshi Tianzun's body, and he stared at him without blinking for a long time.

Yuanshi Tianzun was terrified when Dan Zhi looked at him.

Hongjun still remained expressionless, sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, contented, as if everything that happened right now had nothing to do with him.

"I...I...I'm just." Yuanshi Tianzun stammered, and finally accepted the Pangu banner.

Dan Zhi ignored Yuanshi Tianzun, turned around again, and gave Xi He a thorough body check-up, lest the Pangu Banner's aura would be too heavy and cause other hidden injuries to her.

Blood seeped out through the gauze, and the wound was deeply wounded by Pan Gu's force. After the wound was treated, Dan Zhi flew out of the dojo, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

After falling under the Bodhi tree, Dan Zhi didn't return to sit on the cushion.

She stood under the bodhi tree, the bodhi seeds rustled, her back was straight, her waist and the curves of her neck and back were slender and sassy.

Kunpeng stood up and bowed to Xihe, "Thank you, Goddess, for your help."

Xi He only glanced at him and didn't say much.Seated futon.

Taking advantage of the time when Kunpeng stood up, Zhunti grabbed Xihe's seat.

Kunpeng was furious suddenly, his face was gloomy, and a burst of anger in his heart was about to overflow and tear the sky.

Zhunti was proud of himself, "Thank you, Patriarch Kunpeng, for being considerate of my little brother's long journey."

Kunpeng stepped forward, only to see that the blue veins on the forehead of the ancestor Kunpeng were exposed, he glared across the face, clenched his fists, and roared directly towards Zhunti's face.

Taoist Zhunti was not a good match either, he could easily suffer from this dumb person, he turned around and just avoided the frontal attack of the Kunpeng Patriarch.

It's just that Kunpeng Patriarch's strong fist still hurt him a little.

The sandalwood incense in the Zixiao Palace is extinguished, the cranes in the mountains are singing one after another, and the golden lotus is blooming one after another, and the fragrance is permeating.

Ancestor Hongjun opened his eyes.

The battle over the futon came to an end, even though Patriarch Kunpeng was unwilling, the time had come and the position of the futon was already established.

Patriarch Kunpeng looked at Patriarch Hongjun, but dared not speak out.

The hourglass of time has a fixed time, and Kunpeng knew that he had missed it.

"A hundred years later, Zixiao Palace will officially teach classes."

After only saying such a sentence, Hongjun rose into the sky, and Shi Shiran disappeared in front of the gods.

Back in Zixiao Palace, Patriarch Hongjun walked vigorously and briskly, but his eyes revealed that he was still in a hurry and anxious.

Black lotus pond.

Hongjun jumped into the pool, and then fell into the magic abyss.

In the devil's abyss, there was a little devil with a white silk wrapped between his eyebrows, his complexion was like jade, smooth and fair, with sharp edges and corners, and the sharpness of a falcon appeared in his deep black eyes.

Hongjun couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

When this little devil was born, he also paid attention to it, but his face was not good-looking in his memory. He was born in the devil's abyss, and the water in the pool was boiling hot and gurgling. The roughest stone in the four mountains is even rougher.

He was wearing a long crescent gown, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark and pitch-black abyss. There was a blue silk ribbon tied around his waist. His hair was short but not messy. , neatly and quite supplely.What caught the eye was the pair of phoenix eyes. If he remembered correctly, when this little devil was born, his eyes were burned by miasma.

Su Yuhua's posture is rather like that of an upright gentleman.

Luo Hu's posture is enchanting, and the glass couch with Ganoderma lucidum pattern is full and moist. In this dark magic abyss, the lines are full of clarity and mystery.

She leaned gently on the side of the couch, her posture was lazy and tired, her expression was misty, her eyes were hazy, her whole body was written with charming and enchanting, her hair fluttered gently with the wind in the devil's abyss, and every strand of her hair was full of lure.

On the soft and straight breasts, a black tube top is wrapped around, and a hell-like red wide-sleeved gauze skirt hangs under the glazed couch.

Hongjun's eyes were as usual, as if there was no fluctuation in the slightest, but he loved Luo Hu so much, and he didn't want to see her in this posture in front of other opposite sexes.

Even though he has become a saint long ago, Hongjun still knows one thing clearly - he is crazy about her, crazy about her, the enchanting and charming witch in front of him can easily arouse the darkest things in his heart.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in a blue brocade robe, with a ponytail on her head, walked in—it was Zhu Yu, the grass.

The fire of jealousy in Hongjun's heart intensified.

Zhu Yu glanced at Daozu without the slightest emotion, "Daozu is about to start preaching on the altar, and the time flow in Moyuan is always weird, Daozu must not delay the big event."

Zhu Yu spoke calmly, but what Hongjun heard was extremely sarcastic.

Luo Hu was still indifferent.

"This little devil can be considered a chance for my apprentice, so I took him away."

As Hongjun said, Luo Hu raised his eyebrows, "Oh! Let's see if he is willing or not!"

Su Yuhua knew that the man in front of him was Daozu Hongjun, so he felt a sense of admiration in his heart. With this spontaneous admiration, Su Yuhua said boldly, "I am willing, boy."

Su Yuhua has never been willing to admit his identity as a demon. He has always felt that he is the chosen one. After all, such things as time travel are not something that everyone can encounter.

It's just that he didn't expect that he has been unlucky since he crossed over. It is not an exaggeration to say that he lives in dire straits.

Moreover, this demon abyss is dark, as a social animal boy living in the sun, he has had enough.

After Su Yuhua finished speaking, Luo Hu glanced at him, "Go."

After Hongjun and Su Yuhua disappeared into the devil's abyss, Luo Hui spat softly, "Oh, what a little heartless devil, with a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper, Bai made up a new one for him. Good skin, wasting my strength."

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and smiled when he heard Luo Hu's words.

She walked to the bed and stroked Luo Hu's hair, her hair was as hard as her temperament.

Zhu Yu stared at Luo Hu's gorgeous lips, and was taken aback.

Luo Hu looked at Zhu Yu, smiled at her charmingly and provocatively, and then gave up half of the glazed couch, and Zhu Yu sat down on the couch without being pretentious or shy.

Zhu Yu leaned on Luohu's crisp chest, the black lotus was wrapped in blue flowers, and the fragrance of the double flowers diffused and took root in the devil's abyss.

Xi He got up from the lotus futon, her red dress fluttering.

Patriarch Kunpeng stepped forward, respectfully and solemnly bowed to Fuxi, "Goddess Xihe, this kindness, I, Kunpeng, will exist in this world for a moment, and I will remember it forever."

Xi He glanced at Patriarch Kunpeng with eyes as calm as water, nodded indifferently, and walked to the bottom of the bodhi tree without looking sideways.

The ancestor of Kunpeng still looked at Xi He's back with an idiot's face, without blinking his eyes. Kunpeng was originally fierce, but this look was full of tough tenderness.

Xi He's gait was steady, her head held high, and she was majestic, but because of her slender figure, her appearance had a certain tenderness.

Dan Zhi had a weird aunt's smile on her face, walking between Xi He and Kun Peng who were out of space, her face was pink, and her bright gardenia-like eyes were full of interest.

The colorful light and shadow of the Nine Heavens penetrated through the sparse leaves of the Bodhi tree and penetrated onto her creamy snowy skin. Because of the previous anger, the cheekbones were red and white, pink and tender, like peaches. Makes one want to take a bite.

"Your eyes are evil." Xi He complained.

Dan Zhi smiled, but didn't say what she saw, just shook her head, thinking, all Xi He's sensitivity to love has been given to Di Jun, she stretched out her hand, raised Xi He's wrist.

Looking at Xi He's wound, she felt a little distressed in her heart.

"It's true for you too. Blocking the Pangu banner with your bare hands, you really think your hands are made of gold, stone and jade."

Xi He didn't care at all, "It's a small injury, it's nothing, I'm not as delicate as you and little girls like Chang Yi."

Dan Zhi curled her lips when she heard Xi He's words.

"Yes yes yes, who are you, nine days and five barrens, four seas and four mountains, the famous mother of the sun, who has your hard temper, who has your strong temper."

Xi He didn't find it ironic what Dan Zhi said, but only found it funny, so he couldn't help but cover his lips and smile.

Xihe's smile was like the jingle of pearls and jade, like the sound of rings. Patriarch Kunpeng followed her, and happened to see her side face under the light and shadow.

Dan Zhi was annoyed by Di Jun. Speaking of which, at the beginning, she thought a little differently from Chang Yi about Di Junxi and this Honghuang official matching CP. Firstly, she felt that the matter of love was for Xihe herself; , Xihe is the mother of the ten little Golden Crows, if Dijun is gone, it's likely that Xihe's luck will be ruined.

It's just that she has been in the prehistoric world for tens of thousands of years, and she is really tired of Di Jun.He also understood on a deeper level why Chang Yi wanted to poke his eyes when he saw Di Jun now.

Simply, she met a man who cared a little bit about Xi He, and she was happy to let Xi He have more spare tires.

"Patriarch Kunpeng, would you like to come to my Zhaoyao Mountain for a little gathering?"

Patriarch Kunpeng didn't expect Danzhi to make an invitation, and his heart was full of joy at this invitation, and his whole face turned red because of his shyness.

Dan Zhi felt even more amused when she saw her brat appearance.

"In that case, I would like to thank Mrs. Danzhi."

Xi He was quite puzzled by Dan Zhi's invitation to Patriarch Kunpeng, and was about to ask, when his lips squirmed, Dan Zhi took her arm, and the two walked away side by side.

swagger mountain.

Goddess Xihe, as long as she doesn't face Di Jun, she always behaves in a natural and unrestrained manner.

She is wearing a silk silk with flowers and radishes, a casual robe with a pipa lapel pattern, and a slanted skirt with scattered flowers, and a Bixialuo.The long black and lustrous hair flutters in the wind, and the head is coiled in a romantic and chic phoenix bun, as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

Xihe turned on the fire tail long Jiaoqin, his temples were cut like knives, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his momentum was high, and the sound of the piano was not relaxing. It is rushing like a waterfall, there is a gust of wind and rain between the fingers, and the ashes are wiped out between talking and laughing.