In an instant, Long Xingyang was so powerful that he couldn't breathe.

This is just a gaze!

Long Xingyang was extremely shocked and incredible.

It was obvious that when he defeated Helianyuan at the genius event, there was no such terrible pressure!

This is clearly the cultivation level of the sixth level of the Spirit Fairyland!

He...he was actually promoted again? In just one month!

Or did Long Moshen deliberately suppress his cultivation at the genius event?

No matter which one it was, it made Long Xingyang feel a great impact. Before the Tianjiao Festival, he thought he was much better than his brother Long Moshen, but in the end he didn't dare to play on the court, for fear that he would take the opportunity to kill him on the court, so he directly admitted defeat.

Before today, he thought Long Moshen was already a dying person, but Long Moshen's cultivation level had reached a higher level, which made him frightened!

"Brother...brother! Xingyang didn't mean that!"

Long Xingyang said quickly.

The terrible pressure was then taken back, and Long Xingyang gasped as if he had been alive after the disaster.

"Shuang'er is here."

Long Moshen stretched out his hand towards Mu Wushuang.

While Long Xingyang was gasping for breath, Yu Guang looked at Mu Wushuang's reaction.

He had said so much just now, and probably had thorns buried in her heart. She didn't care on the surface, and she must have hated her heart. He did not forget the anger in her eyes before.

Can she really be willing to offer her baby son to Long Mo's deep blood sacrifice and exchange him for ten years' lifespan?

Absolutely impossible!

She must have complained about Long Moshen in her heart, hated him for keeping her in the dark, hated him for putting his ideas on her son!

So she didn't show it on her face, but her body was honest. She must have hated Long Moshen's contact!

In an instant, Long Xingyang had already thought of the scene where Mu Wushuang rejected Long Moshen.

However, he saw Mu Wushuang smiling at the corner of his mouth, walked towards Long Moshen without hesitation, and placed his hand on his hand. The two of them clasped their fingers tightly and held each other tightly.

Long Xingyang widened his eyes, how could this happen!

Mu Wushuang is a woman who has something wrong with her!

"Uncle Emperor, have you found it?"

Mu Wushuang asked as if no one was around.

"Well, I found it." Long Moshen nodded to her gently, and gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead with his other hand to the back of his head.

"What did your brother find?" Long Xingyang asked quickly.

He thought, it must be the secret technique of using blood sacrifice to extend his life!

Long Moshen suddenly came over. What else could he do besides finding this secret technique?

He wanted to expose him so that Mu Wushuang could see clearly how selfish her man was.

Long Mo glanced at him indifferently and said coldly: "You haven't said it just now, why did I lie?"

Long Xingyang trembled, and Long Moshen's voice was filled with unsoft pressure, which made his heart numb.

But he was very happy and even looked at Mu Wushuang, his eyes as if he was saying, "Look, if he doesn't say it, it must be because the things he is looking for are shameful!"

The purpose has been achieved. He thought that Mu Wushuang must have planted the seeds of doubt in his heart, so he can leave.

Faced with his brother's questioning, he naturally denied:

"My brother must have heard it wrong. I was just joking with my sister-in-law. How dare I say bad things about my brother? Since my brother has come out, I won't accompany my sister-in-law."

After saying that, Long Xingyang hurriedly left.

Long Moshen looked at Long Xingyang leaving expressionlessly, and he could guess what Long Xingyang said to Shuang'er.

"Let's go, uncle."

Mu Wushuang pulled him out.

The Qinglong Divine Palace feels too depressing and she doesn't like it. Since she has found it, let's go back and talk about it.

"Shao...Shao Emperor..."

Suddenly, a timid cry came from behind.

The one who made a sound was the elders of the outer sect who were guarding the door. They must know what books the young emperor had taken out when he went in, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

Long Moshen turned around, looked at the kneeling person on the ground coldly, and then walked out with Mu Wushuang.

The two elders were sweating profusely.

I dared to stand up after I left without a trace. I was exhausted and sweated all over.

"The plague god finally left!"

"Go in and see which book the young emperor took away!"

The two said.

After going in and checking, they finally found that the Shaodi did not take any of the books.

The two of them were glad that fortunately the young emperor did not take away any books, otherwise it would be difficult for them to explain to the Holy Emperor.

"Shaodi, the Holy Emperor wants to see you and Miss Mu."

Not long after he walked out of the library, a guard stopped him in front of Long Moshen and Mu Wushuang.

"not see."

Long Mo said with a deep cold face.

The guard said: "The Holy Emperor knew that the young emperor was unwilling, so he asked his subordinates to hand this over to the young emperor, saying that the young emperor would definitely be willing to see him."

As he said that, the guard took out a jade slip.

Long Moshen did not answer.

Mu Wushuang was a little curious, took it over, and when he looked into his spiritual sense, his face darkened.

"The secret technique of blood sacrifice!"

She said gritting her teeth.

The Holy Emperor did not cover up this, since he took out this vicious secret technique directly!

Long Moshen's face also became colder, and he held Mu Wushuang's hand tighter.

"Lead the way, let's go to see the Holy Emperor!"

Mu Wushuang said to the guards in a cold voice.

The guard nodded and led the way in front.

After walking along the way, Mu Wushuang had suppressed his anger, but the emperor's face looked even more ugly. He didn't seem to want to see the Holy Emperor at all.

When they arrived at a towering hall, the guards stopped.

Long Moshen held Mu Wushuang's hand and took her up the ladder.

In the hall, there was no one left, only the Holy Emperor, standing in the center with his backhand, as if looking at the Azure Dragon Throne directly above.

"Here you come."

The Holy Emperor's voice was very faint, like the sound of an ordinary father seeing a child.

He slowly turned around, his whole body was still majestic and solemn, and there was a vague similarity between his eyebrows and Long Moshen.

"Today is your birthday, so stay here for a meal."

The Holy Emperor said to Long Moshen calmly, but his tone was indescribable.

Mu Wushuang could clearly feel that the breath on the emperor's body suddenly became violent, and the force of holding her hand suddenly became larger.

"Birthday? I never did. I only remember that today is my mother's day of worship."

Long Mo's deep purple eyes stared at the Holy Emperor, with hatred in his eyes.

Mu Wushuang only felt his heart hurt, as if one hand was holding her heart. The emperor's uncle never had his birthday and did not celebrate his mother's day. He said that he was unwilling to mention these things.

Even Ling Xiaoxian and his wife knew this, so they never mentioned it in front of him, but the Holy Emperor said this on purpose. Mu Wushuang didn't believe that he would not know that today was the day of his deceased wife's sacrifice, but he mentioned it on purpose!

What was his heart at ease?!

Is he so unwilling to have his son to live a better life?
Chapter completed!