People in Aurora are determined to fight chaos

"You want me to marry Longzi?"

Fuhua, who was wearing a light pink embroidered skirt, propped her cheeks with both hands and winked playfully at Fuzhen who was sitting across the table.

"Yes..." Fu Zhen gently twisted his beard and said leisurely, "Fuhua, father is just asking out of curiosity. As for whether you agree or not, it is naturally up to you to decide..."

"That's it..."

Fuhua frowned her beautiful eyebrows, pouted her lips and fell into deep thought.

Fu Zhen looked at her silently, his eyes full of doting.

The girl's thoughts did not last long, instead she showed an even more curious expression.

"Father, what are all the dragons like?"

"how is it like?"

"Yes, yes... Like whether it looks good or not..."

"Fuhua..." Fuzhen's expression suddenly became awkward, "Do you care more about appearance than Longzi's personality?"

"A little bit."

Fuhua's thoughts were revealed by Fuzhen, and she immediately stuck out her tongue and made a face.

Fu Zhen was not angry when he saw this, but just laughed along, making Fu Hua also laugh so hard that she covered her mouth and laughed.

After a while, the laughter of the two gradually stopped.

"It's so boring to always stay in the Taoist temple..." Fuhua folded her hands together and looked at Fuzhen with shining eyes, "Father, does marrying Longzi mean that I can travel around?"

"Ahem." Fu Zhen clenched his fist and coughed a few times, then said slowly, "Of course you can, but remember to control your temper and don't cause trouble for others..."

Fuhua pouted when she heard this: "Is my daughter so unreasonable?"

"Haha, please forgive father for his slip of the tongue. Fuhua is naturally the most sensible one."

"Hehe, father is so nice." Fuhua narrowed her eyes, looking very happy, "Then father, can you tell me which dragon son I should marry?"

Fu Zhen laughed twice and said two words without any hesitation.

"Yuan Bo."

Wedding day.

The entire Weijing City is filled with congratulatory messages.

As Yulong Yuanbo who was in charge of the entire Zhendan, his marriage received blessings from all walks of life, and even various gems sent from distant foreign countries were used to decorate their wedding room.

The officials who came to congratulate him numbered at least several thousand, but they were all arranged in an orderly manner by Yuanbo.

Fuhua had also seen some strange races with long and pointed ears. They were domineering and looked up at the sky, but when they came in front of the two people, they took the initiative to bend down, bowed to them, and presented them with beautiful rings as a wedding gift.

This went on for a whole week.

After that, the ceremony reached its true climax.

That was the first time that Fuhua saw such a lively scene, which was completely different from the quiet Yuxue Taoist Temple. It seemed as if Weijing had turned into a glowing city, and everyone had brilliant smiles under the magnificent lights.

What a nice view.

Fuhua, who had never left the Taoist temple, was stunned, with only one thought left in her mind.

"Hand-holding flowers..."

Yuan Bo stood side by side with Fuhua, looked at Wei Jing and called her name.

Fuhua moved her red lips, trying her best to keep her voice from trembling.

"Husband..."

"From now on, you are my legal wife..." Yuan Bo said softly, "You don't have to worry about having children. Regardless of whether you give birth to a dragon heir or not, your position will never be shaken. This is the oath I made to you."

At that time, Fuhua did not understand Yuanbo's meaning, but her heart was pounding and she nodded silently.

The two lived a respectful life after their marriage.

In order to satisfy her curiosity, Fuhua soon toured the entire Zhendan. Yuanbo did not stop her, but fully supported her desire to have fun.

Theoretically, their lifespans are infinite, which means their marriage will be unbreakable.

But what the Zhendan officials cared about was not the couple's married life, but the real meaning of this marriage.

This means that Zhendan has officially accepted the Jade Blood Clan as one of its own.

The rumors about the Jade Blood Clan eating raw meat and drinking blood gradually disappeared, and they began to build Taoist temples all over Zhendan. The two sides entered a honeymoon period that could never be replicated.

All this began to change after Fu Hua gave birth to Jing Yi Bo...

"Yibo, did you go to Daddy's court again today? Did you not cause any trouble for Daddy?"

At this time, Fuhua had lost the appearance of a young girl and began to have the dignity and elegance of Yuanfu's wife.

She waved as usual, but found that the child-like Jing Yi Bo did not come over.

"Mother...why does grandpa always target father in the court?"

Jing Yi Bo asked coldly, which made Fu Hua's face stiffen. She could only say with a straight face: "Yi Bo, we are not allowed to discuss matters in the court. Where did you hear this from? Did someone tell you on purpose?"

"Hmph, it's none of your business!" Jing Yi Bo snorted coldly, turned and left Fuhua, leaving the latter standing there.

After that, the relationship between the two became increasingly worse.

Yuan Bo saw it all, but he had no better way to solve the problem, so he could only tie Jing Yi Bo to his side to ease Fu Hua's worries...

Jing Yi Bo always looked at Fu Hua with distrust, which broke Fu Hua's heart.

After Jing Yi Bo became the deputy commander of Tian Ting Zhong Wei, their relationship improved, but that was only because Jing Yi Bo shifted the object of his distrust to his grandfather Fu Zhen.

And today.

Jing Yi Bo stood in front of Fu Zhen again.

This time, they are no longer rivals in the court, but mortal enemies on the battlefield...

"Ignorant child!"

The ghost hand, which had almost turned into a physical entity, came crashing down and grabbed Jing Yi Bo directly, showing no mercy.

"General Jing!"

"careful!"

The soldiers shouted loudly and rushed towards their commander.

Jing Yi Bo looked up and saw that the ghost hand was already above his head.

"Humph!"

With a contemptuous snort, Jing Yi Bo faced the ghost hand with an unchanged expression. He raised the sledgehammer in his hand high, and the jade inlaid on it burst out with intense jade light, forming a shadow of a larger war hammer, which collided with the ghost hand in the air.

thump—

A huge explosion sounded on the battlefield, and the zombies and soldiers in the center of the shock wave were blown several meters away.

Before the smoke and dust had dispersed, a roar of a beast shocked everyone.

Roar--

The roar of Haotian Lion blew away the smoke and dust, and then he stepped forward heavily, causing the entire battlefield to come to a standstill.

Jing Yibo held the hammer with both hands and spun it in his hands. Then he raised his eyes and said in a cold tone, "Fuzhen, hand over Fuhua."

Fu Zhen's figure stepped into the air from behind the main formation, and a huge amount of black mist flowed around him, like his throne.

And he was the king of this army of hundreds of thousands of dead.

"If you want..." Fu Zhen sneered, "Try to defeat me if you have the ability."

"but……"

"I'll tell you too..."

"From now on, Fuhua will only stay in the Jade Blood Clan..."