I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Qingtian couldn't describe her feelings at this moment. If she wasn't holding Nano, she would have smashed it with anything.

"Haha, have you always been so shameless, Mr. Elder?" He couldn't hit him with his hands, but he couldn't do it with his mouth.

Su Mucheng looked indifferent and looked up at her: "I'm recovering well. I don't even need a wheelchair anymore."

Sunny paused, then continued to dry Nami's hair with a towel, "Want me to thank you?"

"You are willing to say that I accept it." Su Mucheng put away the book in his hand calmly and saw some bruises and bruises on her snow-white calf, "New injuries?"

Qingtian didn't react for a moment, and followed his gaze to see that the injury was caused by falling down with the flower pot just now. "My legs and feet were just recovering and they were not used to it. I fell."

"As long as you don't hit your brain." Su Mucheng said sarcastically and said casually: "I remember last year at the National Day Palace Banquet, you also fell down the steps of the main hall, and you fell very hard."

Qingtian frowned and replied, "It wasn't last year, it was when I was six years old."

Su Mucheng smiled and said, "Oh, six years old? Not seven?"

"When I was six years old, I remember clearly that I broke my head and fractured my left hand and had to rest for a month."

Qingtian didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and why he suddenly started gossiping with her, but she had a gut feeling that this person had bad intentions, so she had to be more careful.

Su Mucheng nodded, "It is said that Lan Zetu specially gave you the palace's bone-restoring elixir at that time. Seeing as you recovered so quickly now, maybe that medicine also had some effect."

Qingtian snorted, put Nami down on the ground, and wiped his hands, "You are old and don't have a good memory. It was obviously the Queen who gave me the frosting cream. It won't leave scars when applied. Speaking of which, I will do the same later. Could use a little.”

Seeing that she answered naturally, it should be Morton Yilan himself. Su Mucheng lowered his head and closed his eyes. His mood was a bit complicated, and he couldn't tell whether the test result was reassuring or disappointing.

If that person's six souls return and merge with Lanzemar's seven souls, the thousand-year curse will definitely end.

The heavenly locks that imprison this world will be broken, and the two realms of gods and demons will once again open their doors to cultivators.

These cursed gods and demons will also return to their respective places to end their reincarnation.

It seems like a good thing, a good thing.

But what about after returning?

He was still inferior to others, and he could still only look up to her.

She is no longer the person she once liked, because that person is just a ray of her soul!

Oh, is everything back to where it started?

Two thousand years have passed by in a flash, and I feel like a joke...

The room suddenly became quiet, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant, and even the air flow seemed to be cautious.

Qingtian's sixth sense told her that Su Mucheng was in danger now. She seemed to be in a secret room filled with alcohol, and a spark could detonate it.

Nami obediently leaned against Qingtian's legs, not daring to make any noise.

A few minutes later, Su Mucheng finally changed his sitting position, and his whole body relaxed. However, his expression was as cold as the snow in the winter moon, lacking the warmth of the previous question.

Qingtian picked up Nami again and held her in his arms. The body temperature made each other feel more secure.

"Lanzemar, don't you want to come out and talk to me?" Su Mucheng spoke again, with a tired tone in his tone.

"She's sleeping, I'll try to wake her up." Sunny breathed out, as if she was being pardoned. She really had nothing to talk about with this person, and Mal was the one who was more suitable.

After calling for a while, there was no movement from Lanzemar. It seems that she and Xiao Yilan have been sleeping for longer and longer recently. I am afraid there is something wrong...

Su Mucheng saw that her eyes were dull for a long time, and said with a hint of disappointment: "Forget it, there's no rush. I can have a good chat with her when you disappear in a few days."

Qingtian's eyelids trembled, his expression was hard to describe, scum! Treat me like a dead person again!

Su Mucheng seemed to have read her mind and smiled lightly, "What a pity, she chose you."

Morton Yilan is a funny guy, but that's fate.

Qing Tian sneered coldly, turned away from him, took out the perfume from the dressing table and applied it on the back of his hands.

After the test, Su Mucheng didn't want to stay any longer. He stood up and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered that he didn't come in openly, so he took another step back.

Qing Tian saw him retreating, thinking that something was wrong, but unexpectedly, this person was suddenly erased like a pencil mark...

Teleport? I don't know what his maximum distance is. I should check some more information to know myself and the enemy so that I can escape with my life.

……

Lanze Palace is very lively tonight. The large banquet hall is gorgeously decorated yet calm, and the whole place is brightly lit, demonstrating the royal magnanimity and power everywhere.

On the main stage in front of the hall, Lan Zetu, Tasqiong, Bai Jinglan, and Sumu Xi sat on leather soft chairs inlaid with gems. The crystal table in front of them was filled with a dazzling array of exquisite food.

Other guests were scattered around the hall according to their titles and official positions, chatting happily with each other.

There were many young people dancing to the band's music in the central area. The second prince Lan Zerong and Meili were a very dazzling couple in the scene.

Mei Li was originally a well-known beauty in the aristocratic circle. She was a young girl who was just about to blossom.

The second prince is gentle and handsome, a young man who loves to laugh.

"Have you heard? Third brother is going to enter into a marriage contract with your family." Lan Zerong also just learned the news from his mother and concubine.

Mei Li was a little surprised in her heart, and herself? Neither she nor her sister were old enough to get engaged. "My father never mentioned it to us."

Lan Zerong hugged her waist and spun around, smiling and saying: "It was supposed to be announced today, but it's a pity that sister Yilan was injured and absent."

"Ah? Yilan?" Meili was a little surprised.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Lan Zerong's eyes, and he joked: "Well, why, do you like third brother?"

"Who said that? We are still young and it is not time to have a relationship." Meili replied unhappily, but accidentally jumped into the wrong dance step.

Lan Zerong didn't expose it, but just tightened the distance between the two, "If I were the third brother, I would choose you."

Mei Li's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly raised her head and met Lan Zerong's gentle eyes.

"Look, look, what a match, Your Majesty, have you seen it? Rong and Meili standing together are so pleasing to the eye, so beautiful." Princess Bai Jinglan said sweetly on the main stage, holding a grape.

Lanzetu chuckled: "The girls from the Morton family are very attractive."

Bai Jinglan swallowed the grapes, pursed her lips and muttered: "She is beautiful and has a good family background, so naturally hundreds of people want her." Seeing that Lan Zetu did not answer, she continued: "It is best to settle down with such a good girl as soon as possible. We are so outstanding and deserve it, don’t you think?"

Lan Zetu smiled bitterly, knowing that she was dissatisfied with him for choosing Morton Yilan to Lan Zetong, "Rong is a prince and of course he deserves it, but..."

"It's just nothing, Your Majesty..."

Bai Jinglan wanted to take over, but someone beat her to it.

"It's just that you should go back and ask the eldest prince." Queen Tasqiong, who had seen enough of her pretentious look, raised a glass of wine and took a sip.

Bai Jinglan raised her eyebrows. The eldest prince was also her son, "What does this have to do with Rui?"

Tasqiong chuckled, "I heard that in the hunting class not long ago, Rui hunted a deer for Meili."

Bai Jinglan and Lan Zetu were stunned after hearing this. In the Lanze Empire, a man hunting a deer as a gift to a woman shows his willingness to dedicate himself to the other person and his undying love.

"Are you kidding? Rui is much older than Meili." Bai Jinglan was speechless. Lan Zerui was already 20 years old.

Tasqiong fluttered her eyelashes, raised her red lips and smiled: "She's only nine years old. She looks older now. In a few years, it won't be a problem."

It's really nothing. The lifespan of ordinary people on this continent is less than a hundred years old.

Once a cultivator reaches the heaven level, he or she can live an additional fifteen years for each additional level. The earlier the level is advanced, the more youthful the body can be, and aging will be very slow. When you reach the demigod level, you can even extend your life by another fifty years.

Therefore, in the eyes of practitioners, age does not mean that much. As long as you are talented enough, the sooner you cross that threshold, the more youthful you will be.

Just like Tasqiong, she reached the heaven level at the age of twenty-six, and even though she is now over forty, she still looks like a young woman.

Bai Jinglan became more and more angry as she looked at the empress's charming face, which could be broken by any bomb. She turned to look at the concubine Su Muxi who had reached the heavenly level in her early thirties. She was also beautiful and refined without any trace of aging...

Why did he stop at the ninth level? Thinking of the wrinkles under my eyes that I can't hide now, and the skin that will leave marks even if I apply powder, I feel filled with sadness and a sharp pain in my heart.

With a cold snort, she stopped talking about the topic and ate grapes in silence.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Lan Zetu smiled, stood up and pointed at a group of nobles who were chatting together, "I'll go talk to them."