Before a trace of panic flashed across Jiaojiao's eyes, she felt a flash of light and shadow around her, and the whole person had been transformed into her original form by the magic of Emperor Donghua, and then he gently embraced her in his arms. The Emperor's fingers, which were clearly jointed and slender like jade, were like magical feathers, slowly sliding across her fur as soft as brocade. Every stroke seemed to be telling of his unquestionable pampering and control.

Jiaojiao was extremely anxious, eager to confess this sudden "injustice", but her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she could only make a series of squeaking noises. The noises were particularly abrupt in the quiet and almost frozen air, as if she was trying to break free from the unspeakable shackles, full of endless helplessness and grievances. However, Emperor Donghua seemed not to hear it, with a faint, playful and happy smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was like the first snow melting in spring, spreading little by little, as if he was very satisfied with her anxious and lovely appearance.

“Little fox, since you have become my spiritual pet, you need to be smart and clever, and you must not talk nonsense casually. In your current state, how can you speak human language? Just be a good boy.” Emperor Donghua bowed his head slightly, staring at the little purple fox in his arms with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

The little fox's heart was in turmoil at the moment. It flapped its four claws vigorously, trying to find a gap in the seemingly gentle but in fact difficult to break free embrace of the emperor. Its furry tail was like a purple silk that was out of control, swaying wantonly in the air. Its eyes were wide open, full of anxiety and resentment, its cheeks were puffed up with anger, and a sharp "squeak" sound came out of its mouth. It thought to itself, "This Emperor Donghua is really too much! I just said a few more words, but he turned me into this state and imprisoned me like this. Is it because of his great magical power that he can do so recklessly? I was originally a free creature, but now I have ended up in this situation. It is simply a great shame. Humph, when I regain my human form, I will definitely give him a good scolding and let him know that I am not easy to bully. I will make him apologize to me, otherwise I will never let it go. Let's see if he can still be so relaxed at that time."

"Oh, Donghua, you are such a big fool! How dare you treat me like this. Just wait and see, when I regain my human form in the future, I will make sure to let you know how powerful I am, and see if I will still care about you. Humph, Donghua is a super invincible idiot!" Jiaojiao kept cursing in her heart, and her complaints and resentment were like a flood that was about to burst the dam, surging. But she was just a fox now, and the only sound that came out of her mouth was a series of "squeaks", which seemed particularly abrupt and helpless in this silent space, as if it was a silent protest against Donghua.

The smile on the lips of Emperor Donghua spread slowly like ripples. In an instant, the clear and somewhat mischievous laughter echoed in the quiet atmosphere, startling a few fallen leaves from the branches. "Little fox, you look like this, are you secretly cursing me in your heart?" The emperor leaned slightly, approaching the purple-haired little fox in his arms, and his warm breath brushed her small ears. "Mo Yuan has left, and you still expect me to send you to Kunlun Ruins. But in my opinion, Mo Yuan is afraid that he will be in seclusion for some time. You should stay in my Taichen Palace. When Mo Yuan comes out of seclusion, I will send you there." The emperor's tone was neither hurried nor slow, gentle and peaceful, but his deep eyes revealed unquestionable determination and control. His slender fingers with distinct joints, like magical feathers, gently stroked the soft and smooth fur of Jiaojiao in his arms, which was as fine as top-grade purple satin. Every touch seemed to silently speak of his absolute authority.

"Emperor, the Third Prince is here." Zhonglin walked in steadily along the winding bluestone path from outside the courtyard with an upright posture and steady steps. He bowed deeply and respectfully in front of Emperor Donghua, then bowed his head to report.

"Lian Song? What is he here for?" Donghua raised his eyebrows slightly, his ink-black long eyebrows were lightly raised, as if he was confused, or as if he had already seen through everything but pretended not to know, and an imperceptible thought flashed across his starry eyes.

"The Third Prince only said that he had something to discuss, but he did not mention what it was specifically." Chonglin still lowered his head, and responded in a steady and respectful voice, neither too loud nor too low.

"In that case, let him in." Donghua's expression did not change, and he sat down slowly and leisurely on the exquisitely carved stone bench, his sleeves gently falling down, like flowing clouds. His hands never stopped to comfort Jiaojiao, and the gentle movements seemed to have the magic of soothing people's hearts. However, Jiaojiao in his arms was still secretly complaining, unwilling to this sudden change, and his smart fox eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about how to change this established situation.

“Just be good, or I will throw you into the zoo.” Emperor Donghua half-narrowed his narrow and deep phoenix eyes, with a faint light flickering. Although the threat was evident in his words, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was like a spring breeze blowing across a cold pond, gently rippling. It was obvious that he was deliberately teasing the purple-furred, resentful little fox in his arms.

When Jiaojiao heard the word "zoological garden", the famous zoo of Donghua suddenly appeared in her mind. Although there were many rare and exotic animals, there was a strong bloody smell of the law of the jungle. The wild roars and fighting roars seemed to be still in her ears, making her delicate body shiver involuntarily. At that moment, even though she was unwilling and aggrieved in her heart, she dared not utter a word. She could only curl up pitifully, lying obediently in Donghua's arms, squinting her eyes, as if silently enduring this helpless fate.

Emperor Donghua's fingers were long and powerful, with distinct joints, as if they were carved from mutton-fat jade. At this moment, the fingertips were slowly moving along her spine, as if they were searching for some precious treasure. Sometimes they were as soft as a feather, as if they were just passing by carelessly, causing a slight numbness; sometimes they were slightly more forceful, pressing steadily and stroking slowly, each time as if they were accurately stepping on the pleasant nerve nodes deep in her body. The movement seemed to carry a wonderful and mysterious rhythm, like the rhythm of heavenly music flowing through the fingertips, making her hair all over her body seem to be injected with a cheerful soul, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a slight gurgling sound came out of her throat unconsciously, as if playing a piece of music that sincerely appreciated and indulged in the superb hair-stroking skills.

"Emperor." Lian Song walked slowly along the winding jade path with a posture as graceful as a pine tree and steps as calm as the wind. He bowed and said respectfully.

"What's the matter with coming to Taichen Palace?" Emperor Donghua seemed not to hear Lian Song's footsteps. He didn't even lift his eyelids. He was still immersed in the gentle caress of Jiaojiao in his hands. He just asked lightly, his voice was cold and revealed a kind of careless laziness.

"Replying to the Emperor, it's about the Kunlun Ruins. Goddess Yaoguang moved to Kunlun Ruins not long ago. I wonder if this means that the two gods are about to get married, or is there some other hidden secret?" Lian Song raised his head slightly, with a glimmer of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes, and asked softly, his tone rising slightly, as if he was expecting the Emperor to give an unexpected answer.

"Heh, why are you guys interfering in Mo Yuan's affairs now? Haode asked you to come, why didn't he come by himself?" Emperor Donghua's face suddenly darkened, his voice was like ice cracking in a cold pond, and the vast pressure around him was like a surging tide of anger, spreading out in an instant, and the tangible power was directed directly at Lian Song.

Lian Song was enveloped by this sudden pressure, a trace of fear flashed across his face, his eyes were full of fear, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good. He knew the temper of Emperor Donghua very well, and knew that he had touched the emperor's reverse scale by coming here this time. He was busy thinking about countermeasures in his mind, but for a moment, he only wanted to express his attitude first. He frowned, and the corners of his mouth barely squeezed out a flattering smile. His voice was trembling a little and said: "Reply to the emperor, I am also here to ask at the instruction of the emperor, and I have no ill intentions." While speaking, his legs had already bent involuntarily, and he knelt directly in front of Donghua with a "thump". His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The eyes that always had a cynical smile were now only filled with fear and anxiety.

"Malice? Let Haode do it himself." Emperor Donghua's expression was as cold as frost. He opened his thin lips slightly, spit out these words coldly, and then waved his sleeves.

Lian Song felt a powerful force enveloping him. The look of fear on his face became even more intense, and his eyes were full of helplessness and bitterness. He thought he could successfully complete the task assigned by the Emperor, but he did not expect the Emperor to be so ruthless. It seemed that the situation in the Heavenly Palace was becoming more and more complicated and unpredictable. He was just a small chess piece in this power game and could only be manipulated by others. Before he could think more, his figure was like a fallen leaf, and he was instantly sent out of the Taichen Palace. In a flash of light and shadow, Lian Song had disappeared in the lingering fairy mist of the Taichen Palace, leaving only the Emperor Donghua standing alone. Jiaojiao in his arms felt the powerful aura fluctuations, and did not dare to move at all.

"Why, are you so timid? Are you scared?" Emperor Donghua keenly sensed the tenseness and slight trembling of Jiaojiao's body in his arms, so he lowered his head and asked softly with a teasing tone.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." Upon hearing this, Jiaojiao immediately pricked up her ears, her eyes widened like two purple gemstones, and she stared at Donghua angrily. Her little claws kept scratching Donghua's arm, although it didn't hurt, but it seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction. She twisted her body hard, trying to break free from Donghua's arms. The cry was full of anger and dissatisfaction. If it could be translated, it would be: "You fight as soon as you disagree with me. Who said you are not afraid? You are the best in the world." Her cheeks were also bulging, her tail was standing straight up like a flagpole, and her fur was all blown up.

Although Donghua could not understand what Jiaojiao meant by her series of "squeaks", he knew from her appearance, her eyes full of resentment and her aggressive movements that what she said was definitely not a word of praise or obedience, but that she was probably making up a lot of bad things about him in her heart. The Emperor's mouth corners slightly raised, as if smiling, and he did not care about her, but the soothing movements of his hands became softer, as if silently telling Jiaojiao not to get angry anymore.

"Okay, you little fox, just follow me obediently these days. When Zheyan escorts Bai Qian to Kunlun Ruins, I will take you to intercept them." Emperor Donghua raised his eyes slightly, his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the endless void and look into the unknown distance. Although his tone was as calm as water, it revealed a hint of unquestionable certainty, as if all these matters were just chess games in the palm of his hand, everything was within his control, and where the pieces were placed, storms would rise.

When Jiaojiao heard the word "intercept", her ears, which had been drooping softly, stood up alertly as if they were under a spell, just like the wings of an airplane, showing her excitement and curiosity at the moment. At the same time, her small and exquisite head was also raised high, like a smart sable, and her eyes, as bright as purple gems, flashed with a fiery and bright light, as if she could see the wonderful picture that was about to unfold, and her heart was full of expectations and longings for the unknown.

"You little fox, are you still interested in these?" Seeing Jiaojiao's appearance, Emperor Donghua couldn't help but smile, and felt that the little fox's demeanor was really cute and interesting. Then, the slender and bony fingers seemed to have magic, gently placed on her back, slowly, again and again, and delicately felt the slight trembling under the soft fur, as if communicating with her silently. "The fur is quite shiny, which makes me very happy. In this case, I will reward you and let you know the ins and outs of this matter." The emperor's voice was low and mellow, with a hint of doting and indulgence. It seemed that he was really moved by Jiaojiao's unconcealed innocence, so he decided to share the secrets behind it with her carefully, as if in his eyes, Jiaojiao at this moment was not just a spiritual pet, but more like a friend who was worthy of company.

"When you said that just now, Mo Yuan had already calculated the date. It would take some time for you to become his disciple. It's still too early for you to become his disciple. Mo Yuan is now going to go into seclusion to refine a magic weapon specifically for you. In this case, you will have to wait a while. When Mo Yuan comes out of seclusion, Zheyan will also take Bai Qian to Kunlun Ruins. When that time comes, we won't need to be polite and can just grab it directly." Emperor Donghua looked calm and spoke slowly, as if he was narrating an ordinary trivial matter. However, the depths of his eyes revealed a trace of expectation and determination to win. His slender fingers tapped the armrest of the chair lightly from time to time, making a rhythmic sound, as if beating the beat for the plan that was about to unfold.

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