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"Hmm?" Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "What's the matter?"
"I also received a message from my master asking me to go back. I may have to leave tomorrow." He said slowly, his gentle eyes fell on her face: "I will come back as soon as possible to help you."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Well, go ahead! You don't have to worry about me here."
The two sat in the yard and chatted for a while, then Mo Chen got up and left.
After they all left, Fengjiu also began to plan the next things...
As soon as the news spread that the Demon Lord wanted to destroy the four great sects, all forces were busy on guard, with a sense of vigilance that troubled times were about to come.
However, two small figures took advantage of the chaos and quietly went down the mountain...
Between the mountains and forests, on the path, Feng Ye and Zhao Yang were walking step by step with their short legs. One of them followed quietly, paying close attention to the movements around him, while the other looked innocent, with a pair of phoenix eyes filled with unconcealable joy.
"Yangyang, do you think we can find my niece?"
Feng Ye is now six or seven years old. Apart from being a little taller, his delicate face has not changed. Especially when he said the word "niece" in his childish voice, the weird feeling made people feel even more strange.
Zhao Yang, who was a few years older than him, looked like a young boy. He carried a sword on his back, wore an inconspicuous green coat, and had a dagger hidden in his boots.
The two of them sneaked out of the mountain just to find Fengjiu.
"I heard from a senior brother that the princess is in Tiandan Tower in Baichuan City. As long as we go there, we should be able to find her." Zhao Yang said, and his little appearance began to show resoluteness. Compared to Feng Ye who seemed ignorant of the world, he seemed more mature and experienced.
"Yangyang, do you think my niece can still recognize us? What if she doesn't recognize us?" Feng Ye frowned and asked worriedly.
"The princess will recognize her." Zhao Yang said, still paying attention to the movements around him. His tense little face showed no smile at all, only seriousness.
"Yangyang, we have been walking for a long time and I am so tired. How about we use magic weapons to fly!" Feng Ye said, pulling Zhao Yang's sleeve.
"No." Zhao Yang refused, "We are just children, and there is no one to protect us. If we take out the magic weapon, it will be easy to attract murderous intent." He looked at Feng Ye with a serious and solemn expression: "Master, you promised me that you must listen to me after we get down the mountain."
"I know, I know, but I'm so tired. We walked all the way here." Feng Ye pouted and pointed at the boots on her feet: "Look, my boots are worn out. My feet must be blistered."
"Then take a break." Zhao Yang said, and took him to the grass nearby to sit down, took out some food and handed it to him: "Eat something."
"Yeah." Feng Ye took the dry food and started eating, then drank a few sips of water. The two rested here for a while. Suddenly, they heard the sound of fighting in the forest. Feng Ye's eyes lit up.
“Yangyang, there is the sound of weapons, let’s go…” He was interrupted by Zhao Yang before he could finish his words.