This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Di Zheng stared at Huang Quanmu for a while.

"Nephew is stupid."

He really couldn't see why.

"Tsk, didn't you have a good brain in the past?" Tsing Yi looked at him with disgust: "The tree species is crippled?"

After she finished speaking, she slapped Huang Quanmu again, and Huang Quanmu trembled again, shaking a fruit.

Tsing Yi threw it into Di Zheng's hand, "Try it and see what it tastes like."

Di Zheng took a bite, only to feel sour and unspeakable, as bitter as Huanglian.

It was so painful that he even shivered to breathe, and it was extremely difficult to swallow.

This feeling... very much like the citrus fruit he ate that day.

Eating and eating, all kinds of worries flooded into my heart.

Di Zheng coughed violently, coughing and spitting out a large mouthful of black blood.

Tsing Yi looked at him lazily and continued:

"The seven sufferings of human beings are birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, and separation from love, but one cannot seek it."

"Huangquan is stagnant water. Countless ghosts enter the yin division to be extradited from this, wash away the seven sufferings in Wangchuan, and these seven bitters flow into Huangquan, and this yellow spring tree is born."

"Eat the yellow spring fruit, you can increase your merit and cultivation, because the seven sufferings in the world are originally catastrophe. Eating this fruit is like crossing a calamity."

"You just ate this fruit, and you are reliving your calamity."

"Growing life in a dead place is actually something that doesn't exist."

Tsing Yi said lightly, and touched the yellow spring wood, "What is planted is the suffering of the world."

Di Zheng listened, faintly feeling something.

Huangquan wood is planted by the seven sufferings in the world.

If he wanted to plant an orange tree on the resentment soil of Sanjingtian, he would have to pay for something.

"Sowing good causes will reap good fruits, and sowing evil will reap bad fruits, but what you want to grow is love."

"What should be used to plant, you can comprehend it yourself."

Tsing Yi said, and left slowly, leaving a sentence before leaving:

"The pit of Huangquan Fruit is also a drink, don't waste it, just swallow it all."

Di Zheng stood on the spot and ate the yellow spring fruit in one bite, and finally swallowed the core.

The pain, the pain, is indescribable and endless.

There was a smile on his face, and he couldn't help crying.

"I know... I know how to plant..."

...

Tsing Yi yawned and returned to Hades.

I saw that my third son was slaughtering the Quartet with sleepy eyes.

Xiao Jue, Mo Chi, and even Zi Xiao all had expressions of grief and indignation.

Lost!

Lost badly!

This time, Lao Bangchui was not the only one who lost only his pants.

"My three sons are really good, let's make Niangxiang one."

Tsing Yi picked up Sanchen and kissed him fiercely.

Xiao Sanchen has grown a lot taller now, from a chubby boy to a handsome boy.

Just like to doze off.

"Mom, I want to go back to sleep. Daddy, they won so well, it's boring."

"Go." Tsing Yi touched his head.

Sanchen nodded, ignoring his father's sad and angry eyes, hugging the pillow and going back to sleep.

Tsing Yi suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Who was the 'Hua Hua' you were talking about in your dream earlier?"

"It's a little girl." Sanchen said honestly: "I have been dreaming about her recently. She invited me to eat a lot of peaches. She is my good friend."

Tsing Yi raised her eyebrows, thinking that you can do it, kid.

Dreaming of finding a girl at a young age?

"Go ahead and find your flower."

Zi Xiao rolled his eyes.

In my heart, I murmured: Pan Tao? Hua Hua?

Why does it sound like that flower **** girl?

That silly girl is about to live in Pantaoyuan. It seems that her nickname is also called Huahua?

"How? Di Zheng's kid can make it this time, right?"

"I don't know if it will work or not, but it should be quite uncomfortable."

Tsing Yi said with a smile, "Old Bangju, you should go back to Jiuzhongtian during this time, the heaven can't be without a master for a day."

Hearing her words, Zi Xiao felt uneasy.

"You said it like the kid was going to die."

Tsing Yi yawned, took a sip of the wine beside him, and squinted:

"Even if the Protoss has the day when the end is coming, what's so strange about dying."

Zi Xiao's heart froze, "Evil girl, what did you do?"

"Don't worry about me, just go back to Jiuzhongtian and clean up the mess!"

Tsing Yi gave him a roll of eyes.

Zi Xiao's face changed greatly.

"You stinky girl, you know you're going to do bad things!"

"Di Zheng, the one who chopped off his head, don't do something stupid!"

Zi Xiao said, and left in a hurry.

Tsing Yi was still smiling badly, and shouted, "Old Bangchui, just wear pants and run!"

How could Zi Xiao take care of those, he has disappeared.

Xiao Jue looked at her and couldn't help but smile:

"Are you ready to take this business to the end?"

"Di Zheng is your nephew, and Chiu Qiong is a little girl who was resurrected by me. What's a nostalgic thing? It's a family affair." Tsing Yi said righteous words:

"However, one of these two little brats admits the truth, and the other is fooling around. How can they treat the serious disease without some powerful medicine."

"So you just let them toss to death?" Mo Chi looked at her mockingly: "It's really your scumbag style."

"How do you keep your face down if you don't die?"

Tsing Yi crossed Erlang's legs and said, "It's the best if you can't get it, and you can cherish it when you lose it."

"Don't talk about the world, gods, ghosts, demons, aren't all things in the six realms all this rotten virtue?"

"If you don't cherish it when you are alive, you will regret it after you die."

Tsing Yi yawned: "Then go to hell, there will always be the one who wakes up first."

"Anyway, they are all Protoss, resisting creation."

She said and looked at Xiao Jue, "I remember you set up the barrier at Sanjingtian, so I'll fix that barrier later."

The Great Emperor smiled at her, reached out and knocked on her forehead.

"Hard-mouthed and soft-hearted."

"Just talk when you talk, what do you do with your hands! Your wings are hard, so hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, to lead the order for the husband. However, Sanjingtian can't be without people."

"That's the matter of their heaven. Let the old stick of Zi Xiao find someone by himself. We, the underworld, don't let people do white work."

...

Three Pure Heavens.

Di Zheng had a smile on his face, and there was a paranoid light in his eyes.

He replanted an orange tree.

But I saw that the orange tree took root and sprouts at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short while, it produced a lot of fruits.

"Chew Qiong, Che Qiong, come out and see!"

"It bears fruit! Our orange tree bears fruit!!"

Di Zheng's ecstatic laughter spread into the barrier.

Chu Qiong's figure appeared at the edge of the barrier, and she looked at the tree full of fruit, her face stunned.

How did he do that?

Di Zheng was still looking at the fruit on the tree, reached out tremblingly to pick one, and quickly peeled off the peel and ate it.

For a moment.

His figure froze in place.

This fruit is sour and unspeakable, crying like coptis.

It's fruit, it's citrus.

"Why...why not orange, why citrus?"

Di Zheng trembled and muttered.

Chu Qiong finally found out what was wrong with him.

"His Majesty……"

"Di Zheng!!"

"Di Zheng—"

Chi Qiong called out Di Zheng's name loudly.

Under the citrus tree, Di Zheng slowly turned around, the smile on his face was sad and bleak.

"Qiong'er, why is it still citrus fruit?"

Qi Qiong was trembling with her breath.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Di Zheng's chest.

There was blood there, and the blood kept winding down, staining the clothes red.

"Di Zheng!! What the **** did you do?!!!"

What have you done?

Di Zheng thought dazedly.

He just opened his chest and pulled out his heart.

Put the seeds inside.

The seed finally took root and produced fruit.

But why...the fruit is still bitter?

why……

Di Zheng raised his head in a trance, looked at Chi Qiong, and touched his chest.

It was empty there.

He suddenly forgot a lot of things...

"Qiqiong, do you remember what I did here?"

"Why can't I remember anything?"