Immortal Voices Chapter 419: Green Cloud
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Rong Xian stretched out his hand to take the Wooden Lingzhu, hesitated, took out the little snake from his sleeve, and said slowly: "Xiaojin, look after my grand prince."
After she said that, despite the fact that the little snake was still in a deep sleep, she couldn't hear it at all, and she directly stuffed the snake into the wooden spirit orb.
Akin: "..."
After taking back the Wood Spirit Orb, she lay down on the bed again.
Rong Xian's eyes are as deep as a cold pool, and his expression is as calm as an ancient well.
She just wanted to send the sword emperor prince who inherited her blood to the pool of good fortune, but she stopped when she was about to move.
It wasn't an accident, but she couldn't trust good luck.
Yes, Rong Xian is not only careful, but also suspicious.
Everyone knows about the pool of good fortune. For countless years, who knows if anyone has thoroughly studied the pool of good fortune, and then will do anything about it.
Will someone with malicious intentions unblock the ban on the good fortune pond, take away the blood they need to contain the person they are trying to do, or directly manipulate the children conceived by the good fortune pond?
Rong Xian had too much uncertainty in her heart, so she used a drop of ordinary blood to create a substitute in the pool of good fortune. This substitute appeared only to respond to her suspicion.
If there is a problem with the good fortune pond, and the children bred from this drop of blood are also controlled by others, that would be great.
She had deprived the child of her bloodline power at the beginning of her pregnancy, and no matter how she grew up, she was under her control.
What's more, if someone uses that child to coerce her--
Rong Xian squinted his eyes with interest.
She will kill the child first, and then teach the mouse in the dark to be human.
She doesn't want to be threatened by anyone, and no one is qualified to threaten her, and Rong Xian does not allow herself to fall into that embarrassing situation!
As for the question of the child's innocence, Rong Xian sneered, it was not carrying the bloodline she hoped to appear.
Just like when she was in Xiaoqianjie, Shen Jiu stayed with her as a container for the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, and the child was just a game she left behind at will.
The children of the Rong family, apart from Rong Yu, are only the later Sword Emperor Prince.
Whether it is in the same boat or Fu Yuhuang, or the second prince who may be pinched out to protect the prince in the future, they are all blindfolds.
Rong Xian is best at preparing for a rainy day. He prefers to think more, even if it turns out that she thinks too much and does useless work, it doesn’t matter, it’s better than accidents that caught her off guard.
If she really thinks too much, she is willing to honor the child in the pool of good fortune.
Well, that's a little farther.
It's too early for the child to be conceived.
Rong Xian closed his eyes slightly, and the restrictions surrounding the palace disappeared silently.
She rubbed and twitched her painful head, suddenly her body stiffened.
She is faintly aware of a terrible problem.
The same pool of good fortune helped many monks conceive heirs at the same time. This is like a woman giving birth to many monks. Thinking about it this way, Rong Xian only feels that he couldn't be wiser not to put the prince in it.
Rong Xian: "..."
Furthermore, it's okay if you don't have a partner, as long as the child is of his own blood, forbearance will not matter.
If you have a partner but let the good luck pool help to conceive the child, who is the child.
I always feel that the monks in the Middle Thousand Realms are covered with green clouds above their heads.
Thinking about it this way, Rong Xian pronounced a meaningful syllable: "——Um."
She endured forbearance, but still couldn't help but exclaimed: "Today's Central Thousand Realms is really full of greenery."
Fortunately, no one knows what Rong Xian is thinking, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to look directly at the pool of good fortune in the future.
And those monks who use the pool of good fortune to conceive offspring will be embarrassed, and the monks who are bred by the pool of good fortune will be embarrassed too, I wonder if they will call the father of good fortune.
Ah, it's not right, I should call my mother.
Well, I don’t know who will be more embarrassed in the end.
Rong Xian held his head and pursed his mouth for joy: "A pool of good fortune can support a world."
But after smiling, Rong Xian's expression became more subtle, because she remembered that she also gave a drop of blood to Good Fortune Pond.
This kind of finding a green hood for herself made her entangled.
Of course, Rong Xian didn't struggle for long. She suffered from an injury to her soul, and her head hurts again. The relaxed mood just disappeared.
Looking at the sky, it was time for the dinner party in one hour.
Rong Xian frowned slightly, she couldn't go in this weak posture.
She lay on her side on the bed, propped her head with one hand, her eyes closed slightly, and her soul sank into consciousness.
In the consciousness space, the small sword is floating in the air with a scorching light.
She lowered her head and glanced at her dim spirit, and gave a ‘tsk’, feeling that this artifact really couldn’t be used casually.
Fortunately, her previous cultivation level has improved a lot, otherwise the backlash will be stronger this time.
Rong Xian turned into a stream of light and flew into the small sword, and came to this empty and dead world, where the lonely stele still stood.
Rong Xian glanced carelessly at the stone tablet, her palms spread flat, gold spirit beads, water spirit beads, and wood spirit beads suspended above her palm.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed it over the three spirit orbs, and the trace of heavenly power that had been intercepted during the sacrifice to the sky turned into an eye and appeared above her head.
Even if it was just a trace of power, when Rong Xian looked straight into this eye, she still had a humble feeling.
This is the order, the rules, and the mighty power.
Rong Xian waited for a while, but didn't notice the slightest abnormality. Only then did he affirm that the small sword gifted by the first emperor really formed a space of its own and could isolate the way of heaven.
The corners of Rong Xian's mouth were slightly raised, and she no longer had any scruples, and immediately began to refine her eyes on the spot.
Xu is the reason why he has done the Dao of Heaven, and Rong Xian's refining the power of the Dao of Heaven is exceptionally smooth.
After the refining was completed, this eye quickly rushed into the center of Rong Xian's forehead.
Rong Xian was startled slightly, and she turned into a water mirror, which reflected her spirit.
There is a purple mark on the center of her eyebrows, which looks like a red mark accidentally scratched.
King Xian knows that this is not a simple red mark, it is a small eye of heaven with the power of heaven.
Rong Xian waved his hand, and the water mirror disappeared.
She moved her mind and she has returned to her body.
On the dragon bed, Rong Xian opened her eyes, and a flash of purple air flashed in her eyes.
She felt it carefully, and found that the power of refining did not arouse the idea of heaven, and she was completely relieved, but this power did not help her to ease her spiritual injury as she wanted.
Rong Xian supported his head and sighed: "It seems that I have to go to the small world to heal."
However, she is particularly interested in the little sword that leads to the small world. After her grand prince grows up and recovers her memory, she can still ask questions.
Rong Xian thought of this, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the soul sank into his consciousness again, and flew into the small sword.
She came to the stone tablet, her palm flicked over the stone tablet, and a space door slowly opened.
Rong Xian stepped up and walked in.