Shachen's expression really changed.

If the ministers go back and try to find a way to break his formation and destroy his cave, it will be troublesome.

It seems that this court meeting is indeed not going to end well.

Sha Chen asked, "Fairy, do you know which immortals are planning to deal with me this time?"

He believed that it was impossible for every immortal to want to deal with him.

I'm sure many people will look down on him, after all, he disguises himself very well.

If he knew who wanted to deal with him, he could make arrangements or preparations in advance and perhaps avoid or resist the attack.

Fairy Chang'e thought for a moment and said, "There are a few: the Li Jing family, Li Changgeng, the Barefoot Immortal, and the Heavenly Master of Thunder..."

She began to count on her fingers, and soon the number of people exceeded the number on her hands.

She was tired of counting, and waved her hand impatiently, saying, "Anyway, it's a lot, just accept your fate."

Shachen's face turned black.

There are so many of them, and they are all famous people in the Heavenly Court.

He frowned, it seemed that he had to take action seriously, because now he not only had to resist the Buddhist sect, but also had to resist the open and secret attacks of the Heavenly Court.

In the past, he could still pretend to be crazy and stupid, and the Heavenly Court would also take his face into consideration, especially the Jade Emperor who still wanted to appease him.

Now that their relationship has fallen out, it's very likely that the Jade Emperor will use the same method he used against Sun Wukong on him, which would be a big problem.

Shachen wanted to ask something else, but the fairy Chang'e was already lying on the table, fast asleep.

He frowned and tried to shake the person awake.

At this moment, Chang'e suddenly jumped up, extremely energetic, and stared straight at the dust.

Her face was still rosy, she stretched out her hand and said, "I forgot one thing."

Shachen asked, "What's the matter?"

Chang'e said, "I've told you about the court discussion. Now it's time for you to show me the Heaven-shaking Bow, right?"

Shachen was stunned for a moment, but he readily took out the Zhentian Bow and put it in her hand.

Just now, he had already refined the Zhentian Bow, and Chang'e had no chance of taking it away.

He also knew what he wanted to know, so there was really no need to trick Chang'e. In fact, his plan even included developing Chang'e into an informant.

In the future, all the information from the Heavenly Court may depend on Chang'e.

Since this is the case, we cannot continue to be tough and must be gentle.

But how to make Chang'e submit obediently, become his subordinate, and be willing to be served by him is a difficult problem.

Shachen was also thinking.

Chang'e stroked the Zhentian Bow, as if recalling sad memories, and tears flowed down her face, sad and graceful.

The big strings roar like a torrential rain, the small strings whisper like a whisper. The loud and soft sounds are played in a mixed manner, like pearls large and small falling on a jade plate.

The sand and dust watched silently from the side, without disturbing or interfering.

Chang'e stroked the Zhentian Bow and spoke in a low voice, whispering and talking nonsense. Even Shachen didn't know what she was saying.

But you can tell that she is sad.

Her words were laced with tears, and her love was still there.

Shachen watched from the side and couldn't help but pick up a piece of fat pork, drink three cups of wine, and his eyes rolled.

A plan came to mind.

It's not that he is heartless, but love is nothing but rules and regulations to him, and an obstacle to his growth.

How can a man start a family without establishing a career?

Sha Chen felt that his mission was to become a saint, and only after becoming a saint would he feel safe.

Before this, I was not qualified to start a family, so naturally I would not think about love.

For him, all love affairs can be used as appetizers.

The fairy Chang'e was crying bitterly. Shachen came forward, helped her up, and handed her a bowl of red bean porridge.

Shachen comforted her, "Fairy, drink a bowl of porridge to sober up and relieve your worries."

Chang'e looked at him with tearful eyes and said, "You are as caring as him, but you are so ugly, you are not him."

Shachen clenched his fists, released the Wuding Feihuan, and suppressed the urge to draw the Juque Sword.

Just bear with it.

When you go offline, you have to be gentle.

Shachen forced a smile and said, "Fairy, you must be thinking of something sad. Drink this bowl of red bean porridge to sober up, and you'll be relieved of your worries."

Chang'e looked at the red bean porridge, as if it reflected her past happy life with her deceased father, and she cried and laughed.

"Red beans, why are you so evocative?" Fairy Chang'e sighed.

Shachen thought to himself, "No culture."

He casually said, "Red beans grow in the south, and in spring they sprout a few branches. I hope you will pick more, for this is the most beautiful thing for you to express your longing for love."

Chang'e looked like she was possessed. She raised her head, stared at the dust, covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

"Lovesickness, lovesickness, only this thing can express love the most. Does he miss me? If he does, why didn't he come to find me later?"

Chang'e cried, her eyes filled with tears.

Shachen was right next to her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, wetting his clothes with her tears.

This gave Shachen a headache, and he even missed the Spider Spirit, Lady Diyong, and the White Bone Spirit very much.

It's not that they are full and warm, but those fairies are easy to coax. There is no way they would cry like they are now.

Like a woman.

Um?

Woman?

Forget it, never mind.

Shachen wanted to push away this woman who was suddenly in love with him, but when he thought of his plan to win her over, he endured it.

I tried to comfort her with good intentions, but Chang'e seemed to be deaf and couldn't hear anything.

He had no choice but to let Chang'e talk to herself.

However, he needs to occupy the high ground when Chang'e is at her most vulnerable, making her completely dependent on him and have emotional recognition of him.

Therefore, the sadder Chang'e was, the happier he was.

Half an hour later.

Chang'e talked less to herself, her tears dried up, and she just felt absent-minded and empty.

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