Fantasy: My Concubine Asked Me To Marry The Empress

"I don't want Tsundere anymore, I want to be a sticky fairy."

Yu Qianchan with crystal clear lips said suddenly.

"No more pretending?"

"Stop pretending! Because I'm too tired, and I can't help it!"

Yu Qianchan said with emotion, after all, she could imagine countless times like this, snuggling into Mu Chen's arms and resting her head on his chest.

In order to verify the authenticity of Yu Qianchan, Mu Chen looked at Yu Qianchan's seductive white and delicate neckline.

Because she was wearing a loose tube top palace skirt, Mu Chen easily succeeded.

Originally thought that Yu Qianchan, as the empress, would reprimand her for being so rude and frivolous, but she didn't expect the other party to look at her directly.

A posture of letting you choose.

"Chen'er, you can't favor one at the expense of the other, the other one has to be taken care of too."

Hearing this, Mu Chen was taken aback immediately. The word "Chen'er" was inexplicably familiar, and it gave him a distant and nostalgic feeling.

"Why did you call me Chen'er?"

"If you don't like it, I can call you Husband."

Yu Qianchan's originally crimson cheeks became more translucent, as if water was about to drip.

"How on earth did you like me? Why are you so obsessed with me."

Mu Chen expressed his doubts again.

Yu Qianchan gave him the feeling that she was the kind of infatuated woman who loved to the core and couldn't extricate herself.

He had felt this kind of feeling in Liu Ruan and the Queen Mother, and it was even stronger.

But how many times has Yu Qianchan had contact with him?

"Love is love, love is indescribable."

Yu Qianchan sat on Mu Chen's lap, held his cheek very lovingly, and then gently hugged him into Xiangruan's arms.

Chen'er, what Liu Rou can give you, even as a teacher, you're welcome~

...

After an unknown amount of time, the satisfied two came to the side of the couch.

Yu Qianchan motioned for Mu Chen to pillow on her own jade legs, and then stretched out ten fingers of slender catkins to help Mu Chen press his head.

Green onion jade refers to white, tender and slippery jade, just like nephrite jade.

Afterwards, the two chatted without saying a word.

...

"As long as the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the Cangxuan Realm exceeds a certain limit and a fairyland cultivator is born, it can be promoted to a primary Immortal World."

Speaking of this, Yu Qianchan suddenly remembered something.

It's related to Qiu Ning, who is Shu Xin's best friend, the deacon from the Artifact Sect.

"Chen'er, that Qiu Ning's soul is a split soul."

"Split soul?"

"In the Immortal World, there is a method of enlightenment, that is to separate the soul and flesh and blood into strands or even a few strands, and transform into avatars to go to the world of mortals for experience."

Hearing this, Mu Chen couldn't help being a little surprised, after all, Qiu Ning doesn't look like a clone of a fairy.

After expressing her doubts about own, Yu Qianchan explained:

"The avatar does not necessarily have the memory of the deity. This is the first, and the second is what may happen to the deity."

Hearing this, Mu Chen subconsciously asked:

"Then if I do something to the avatar, will the deity sense it, or will the avatar bring back the memory of the avatar after returning to the main body?"

Yu Qianchan pursed her lips and smiled.

"What? You want to attack Qiu Ning? That's your concubine's friend."

"Where there is, I'm just curious and asked casually!"

Mu Chen quickly argued.

And Yu Qianchan smiled slyly.

"The experience of the world of mortals will definitely not be sensed, otherwise what is the experience?

As for whether it will bring back the memory, it will definitely be brought back, otherwise how to use the experience of the avatar to enlighten the Tao? "

"I see."

Mu Chen suddenly realized, thinking that as long as the feeling is brought back, then the main body will know how powerful he is!

"Then have you met other clones like this?"

Yu Qianchan shook her head.

"The probability of encountering is very small. After all, those who need the world of mortals to realize Taoism are all Power, and there are not many strong people of this level."

"That's good."

Mu Chen nodded, so Mo Yu and Xia Yuyan, who had never met before, only need to attack once.

Qiu Ning... take down the avatar first, and then take down the power-level deity!

wrong!

Mu Chen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was becoming more and more powerful, and he was not like this before.

Maybe it's because the more people you contact, the mentality will change.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Yu Qianchan pressed Mu Chen on her lap, pondered for a moment and said:

"Mu Zhi'er is not from the Mu Palace."

"I know that."

Mu Chen replied, Mu Zhier came to Mu Palace when she was three or four years old, and has been by Xu Jing's side ever since.

Compared to this, the shocking truth is that he is not the son of King Mu!

"But she is not from the Cangxuan Realm either."

Hearing this, Mu Chen was slightly taken aback.

He could guess Mu Zhier's extraordinary background, after all, such a pretty woman is rare.

In a year or two, he will definitely be able to compete with peerless women like Ye Ji and Yu Qianchan.

"I've checked her physical condition. Dantian contains a terrifying chill, and it's on the verge of eruption. Once it erupts, it will disappear."

"Is it that serious already?"

Mu Chen frowned, he didn't know about the cold weather.

However, there are records in ancient books that in the middle of every month, the cold air of the evil spirit will erupt once, and each time it becomes stronger and stronger, and it even gives people a feeling of falling into an ice cave.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Mu Zhi'er has been very clingy to him since she was a child, and she likes to talk to him about big and small things, but she has never mentioned such a tormenting cold air.

Life is in the Mu Palace, Mu Zhi'er is undoubtedly pampered, she never expected that such a delicate woman would silently endure the coldness of the evil spirit.