"Yes, the emperor." The two responded in unison, and then followed the emperor out of the national teacher's room. Leng Yetong stopped, looked back at the national teacher who seemed to be asleep on the bed, frowned slightly, why did he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with him? The power in him made her feel familiar.
"Woman, what are you thinking about? Why don't you go quickly?" Baili Liumo returned, reached out and patted her shoulder, and said indifferently, "Royal father and the others are all ready to go back, if you don't leave, I'm afraid you will have to wait until I won't be able to leave the imperial mausoleum until next year, and the imperial mausoleum will only be open during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens."
"I see, let's go." Taking back his thoughts, he took a deep look at the national teacher, and then turned around and left the room with Baili Liumo. The royal team left Fengming Mountain full of haze. On the way back, no one dared to say a word, and everyone was very worried.
Feng Xin woke up faintly, sat up forcefully, covered her chest with one hand, frowned, as if she was suffering from great pain. Suddenly, his eyes became dark and deep, he moved the corner of his mouth, and said in an old but strong voice, "Young man, since you are here, why don't you show up?"
"Just now is the blessing curse of the Yan clan, are you a member of the Yan clan?" Beichen Moxuan appeared in the air, his brows furrowed, a green spirit ball condensed in his hand, his eyes sank, and he said faintly, "The Yan clan has long been there. You disappeared a thousand years ago, hidden in the world, why are you here? What is your purpose?"
"A boy from the Nuwa clan?" Feeling the source of his power from the green spirit ball in his hand, Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head, saying, "This old man just endured too much loneliness, So I want to come out and experience the warmth and warmth of human feelings, what is the purpose?"
"Really?" Beichen Moxuan looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to see some flaws in his eyes, but what he saw was only magnanimity and loneliness that penetrated deep into his heart. The Yan clan is the most merciless race among the five god clans. There is only an exchange of interests between them. There is no affection, and there is no mutual help. They even become biological children, all with a certain purpose. , it seems that his loneliness also has a source.
"The old man is just tired of Bo Liang and wants to experience the warmth and warmth of human relationships. I found the value of my existence here." Feng Xin shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "There is only an exchange of interests among the Yan clan, no Human feelings, cold and warm need to know oneself, here I fortune fortune for people, and then get the corresponding respect and care, I like this kind of day. But... "
"Are you worried about what happened at the festival?" Looking at Feng Yun's furrowed brows, Bei Chen Mo Xuan took the topic indifferently, and after Feng Yun nodded, he sighed and said solemnly, " The demon star you predicted is the Jiuli clan, and they have already begun to move."
"Juli Clan? Haven't they heard of it for thousands of years?" Feng Yun was slightly startled, and said in disbelief, frowning, paused, and continued, "If it is really the Jiuli Clan, then this time The trouble is big."
"Well, it's more difficult to do it once." Beichen Moxuan nodded irrefutably. From the attack on Leng Yetong by the Jiuli people that day, it can be seen that their plan has been long-standing and inevitable. The Yan clan's prophecy is the most accurate and credible among the five gods. Even the Nuwa clan's prophecy stone under his control is the product of the Yan clan after the war between gods and demons.