The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

　　A strong and sharp force pierced directly towards her altar.

 Rampaging through it, trying to control everything about her.

 She suddenly raised her hands to hold her head.

The little body was curled up on the dragon bed. This small world was silent, as if it was isolated.

The young man suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

 The face that was always calm suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and a flash of red light flashed in his eyes.

Hands were slightly cold, placed on Lu Chaochao's head, and the gentle and domineering power drove away the foreign consciousness.

At this moment, Lu Chaochao was sweating profusely.

"What...what's going on? Someone actually took the body?" Lu Chaochao's face was full of surprise, and sweat dropped drop by drop.

 The young man took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped her cold sweat.

“It’s not about seizing a body, it’s about controlling the soul.”

"Chaochao, you are mentally damaged, that's why you said it." There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but he hid it very well in front of Lu Chaochao.

 The power of heaven comes from the three realms. The evil desires in the three realms are constant and eventually they are affected.

"Did Hanchuan discover me? Want to control me?" Lu Chaochao looked surprised. Hanchuan actually had such ability?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Not.

"I'm afraid he doesn't know that you are the emperor of the Southern Kingdom. It's just that he bumped into you by accident."

 Lu Chaochao stood up suddenly.

Suddenly I remembered the words of God Li Guang, that the God Realm will control the mortal world, and the emperor will be the puppet of the God Realm.

 “Go to the embassy!” Lu Chaochao stretched out his hand toward Tiandao.

 She has a broken mind and is easily taken advantage of, so she can only rely on the way of heaven.

The young man was startled for a moment, picked her up, and quietly disappeared from the spot.

Vatican Embassy.

As soon as Lu Chaochao landed, the sound of wooden fish came from all directions, each sound faster than the other.

“The Zhu Xie Sutra they recited is ineffective against the soul control technique.”

 The young man glanced at the sky: "He is not evil."

 In the courtyard, countless disciples knocked on wooden fish, chanted scriptures, and surrounded the eminent monk in cassocks. The eminent monk's face was covered with cold sweat, the compassion in his eyes disappeared, and he was even a bit arrogant.

 Having a deep sense of discord with the eminent monk.

 “He’s controlling the soul!”

 Suddenly…the sound of faint footsteps came to my ears.

Lu Chaochao was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw Xie Yuzhou in the courtyard with his eyes narrowed and wearing underwear.

 “What is he doing here?” Then I thought about it and realized that the Beizhao Embassy was right next door.

 “Why does he have his eyes closed?” Lu Chaochao was curious.

"He should... sense something. Some things are engraved into the soul and cannot be erased in all lifetimes." The young man held Chao Chao away and watched him stand in front of the monk.

 Squint your eyes and sit down cross-legged.

Having never come into contact with Buddhism, everything comes easily at this moment.

 He was chanting something softly in his mouth. Lu Chaochao listened carefully and it seemed to be a scripture.

 “Look!” Lu Chaochao’s eyes widened.

I saw a circular magic circle appearing under Xie Yuzhou's seat, and the scriptures he read from his mouth turned into swastikas glowing with golden light, surrounding everyone.

Countless swastikas are floating in the sky.

“The foreign consciousness has been dispelled.” The young man said with a smile.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Chao Chao's head. If it weren't for you, the heaven would collapse and the three realms would be destroyed. Because of you, the Three Realms have survived to this day.

 You are the root of the three realms.

 So, everything will surround you.

The young man hugged Chao Chao and left the Vatican embassy again.

When he landed, he saw that the splendid interior looked nothing like the original appearance of the embassy. Lu Chaochao knew...it was the Embassy of West Vietnam.

 Western Vietnam is rich and wealthy.

"Yulang, what's wrong with you?! Please wake up!" As soon as Lu Chaochao entered the door, he heard a voice that seemed familiar.

 “Yulang, look at me, I’m A Li!”

"ah!"

 “Yulang!”

Lu Chaochao was suspicious. Why did this voice sound like that of Saint Jingli?

  Yes, this is the sleeping quarters of the Emperor of Western Vietnam!

 Then he saw Saint Jingli covering her heart, with traces of blood seeping from her fingertips.

Lu Chaochao tilted his head and looked at him.

 Hey, he is wearing the clothes of the Emperor of Western Vietnam.

"Please, Your Majesty Zhaoyang, save Yu...save Your Majesty. Your Majesty suddenly lost control tonight. He seemed to have lost his mind and was being controlled. He doesn't know people and has no sense." Jing Li's eyes were red, and even his voice They were all a bit trembling.

 “Did he hurt you?” Lu Chaochao asked.

Saint Jingli nodded.

 Lu Chaochao was able to pull out the Chaoyang Sword, and he had always had an inexplicable trust in Lu Chaochao.

At this moment, the king of Western Vietnam was holding a long sword, which was still dripping with blood. He was covering his head and roaring uncontrollably.

 “Ali, let’s go quickly…”

He seemed to be unable to control his thoughts and actions, and he was crying in pain, but he was walking towards Jingli step by step with his sword in hand.

"I won't leave! You and I are one, advancing and retreating together!" Saint Jingli did not flinch at all.

Lu Chaochao's eyes widened when he heard the words, "You and I are one."

　　I was caught off guard and took a big bite of melon!

　　‘He, he, they have an affair? ? ’

 ‘It is rumored that the status of the Saint of Xiyue is higher than that of the Emperor of Xiyue. I thought they would compete for power! Co-authored, they became a couple? ’

　　‘Ahhhhh, such a big melon is so easy to support! ’

 The Emperor of Xiyue's eyes showed a fierce light, and he slowly raised his sword towards the Holy Lady Jingli.

Just when the sword was about to fall, Tiandao knocked him away with a palm.

 The Emperor of Xiyue hit the wall straight and spit out a mouthful of blood.

 Foreign consciousness was instantly shattered.

 “Yulang!” Jing Li rushed forward in a hurry, hugging the Emperor of Xiyue and weeping uncontrollably.

"Yulang, are you okay? Are you...are you still Yulang?" His voice was shaking, and he gently pressed his forehead against the man's forehead, and his whole body was shaking from nervousness.

The man coughed and spit out another mouthful of blood. He held Jing Li's hand and shook his head slightly.

Forced up his strength and raised his hand to wipe Jing Li's tears: "It's me, I'm not afraid."

Jing Li nodded while wiping his tears: "Your Majesty Zhaoyang, Jing Li has never asked you for anything. Today, I dare to ask you once!" He turned around and knelt in front of Lu Chaochao.

"I hope that His Majesty Zhaoyang can keep today's events deep in his heart."

“I was only three years old when I was selected as a saint.”

“My parents didn’t want to give up their wealth, so they disguised me as a girl and sent me to a forbidden place. The forbidden place was lonely and cold, no one could speak and no one could enter.”

“It was him who sneaked in to accompany me every day to spend that scary time.”

 “I am a disaster.” He smiled bitterly and looked at the Emperor of West Vietnam, who was intertwined with him.

The emperor had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but there was always a bit of gloom in his eyes. When he touched his gaze, his eyes softened and he held his hand tightly.

"Jing Li led the Emperor of Western Vietnam to perish, and he deserves death. But he is innocent. At the beginning, he did not know that I was disguised as a woman."

“By the time the identity is exposed, it will be too late to recover.”

Jing Li never interfered with his marriage and children, but the Western Vietnamese emperor insisted on leaving the harem empty.

Even though he was forced to marry by hundreds of officials, and the veteran was killed in the Jinluan Palace, with blood splattering three feet, he still withstood the pressure.

 The two of them did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

 The brief exchange of eyes was already a rare tenderness. (End of chapter)