Chapter 1170 (1/2)
Wang Nu walked straight into the chariot, without regarding herself as an outsider. Zichen's brow frowned beyond the chariot.
The surrounding Di yuan territory, obviously because of the sudden change of Wang Nu, was slightly stunned. Then, they had a touch of worry on their faces.
Entering Zichen's chariot, the queen daughter is not Zichen's opponent. Once something bad happens, they are afraid that they can't explain to the royal family.
In the air, the virtual state yuan looked at Zichen and said, ”the sword tablet was given to me by an old friend of mine before returning to the demon clan. He said you must come back and ask for it.”
Looking up to the virtual realm demon clan, Zichen said: ”I have guessed you are extraordinary, but I didn't expect that you are a virtual existence.”
The other side Zichen has seen many times, he has been following Wang female, Zichen guessed that the other side is di yuan, but did not expect that the other side is virtual.
”Virtual state?” Hearing this, the middle-aged demon clan suddenly burst out laughing and said, ”Zichen, the demon clan is more powerful than you imagine.”
Purple Chen does not understand to look at each other.
The middle-aged demon family smiles and points out a finger toward Zichen. Zichen suddenly feels a mysterious force and his body can't move.
At the same time, on top of his head, the thunder robbery, which was shaking with him, disappeared.
At this moment, Zichen's body couldn't move, just like a lamb bound for slaughter.
His expression fluctuated and looked at the middle-aged demon in shock.
The middle-aged demon said with a smile, ”don't worry, I didn't fight before, and now naturally I won't deal with you!”
Zichen action to restore freedom, looked at the middle-aged demon one eye, is to walk into the chariot, after his indifferent voice sounded, ”go!”
The old cow looked at the middle-aged demons with fear. He took the chariot and walked towards the human region.
”Adult, why not take advantage of this opportunity to kill Zichen?” Zichen leaves, a ground Yuan Jing respectfully asks a way.
Middle aged demon clan swept the other side one eye, light way: ”Purple Chen if so good kill, won't live to now!”
”What now? The king's daughter is in the chariot. If Zichen strikes at Wang's daughter on the way... ”
”Don't worry, he doesn't have the courage!”
Looking at the place where the chariot disappeared, the middle-aged demons murmured: ”in a short period of a thousand years, we have grown to this level. Such potential is simply terrible. In the future, we must be the enemy of our demon clan. But I don't understand. Why not kill him? ”
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Chariot, just want to buy Zichen and the king of the dead woman, but at the moment like a friend, with Zichen sit side by side.
It was the original location of Su Mengyao, which was very close to Zichen. In the not spacious chariot, there was the unique body fragrance of the princess.
Zichen was making tea, and his action was natural and casual. He could not see that a battle had just happened. And he was in peace, and was not moved by the strange incense in the chariot.
Wang Nu looks at the purple Chen that concentrate on making tea, say: ”it seems that this thousand years, your life is good.”
Zichen didn't immediately respond, until the tea was ready, he poured two cups and handed it to Wang NV. Then he said, ”the real tea ceremony is in the mortal world. This is my biggest harvest for thousands of years.”
In the chariot, the fragrance of tea overflowed everywhere, and Zichen was deeply intoxicated with it, like a man who was infatuated with tea. Even if she doesn't understand the tea ceremony, she feels calm after smelling the fragrance of tea.
With her eyesight, she could see that it was just a cup of tea with no effect, but it could make her feel calm, and her eyes immediately had a strange color.
Zichen also said: ”in our eyes, this is just ordinary tea, but in mortals there, this is the world's top tea. This is what I found in a small country. This kind of tea can only be collected once every five years, and as long as the tenderest part is fried, it can be regarded as the best... ”
Listening to Zichen talking about the tea ceremony, the princess's Daimei wrinkled slightly. Although the tea made her comfortable, she didn't want to hear it.
”You have been a member of the WTO for thousands of years to find rules. Now that you have reappeared, you should gain a lot. What rules have you realized?” Wang Nu asked straight to the point.
Zichen shook his head and said, ”one of the ways of tea is broad and profound. If you go deep into it, you will find that it is as vast as the sea, which is no less than practice. In fact, tea can also produce rules.”