Where there is light, there must be shadows, and often the most eye-catching places are the most easily forgotten.

In this sense, it is dark under the lamp.

The girl holding the white fox drove the carriage and marched on the road to Dongli, humming a little song leisurely.

If you let people who don't know see it, it will be a rich girl traveling, and it will be a peaceful scene.

However, Su Meng couldn't stand it anymore.

It's still that unconscious, it's still that warm and comfortable embrace. But he was planning to run away after he was confirmed dead!

Why would anyone like to hold a dead fox? What is this fetish?

Before he could say goodbye to Taiqing that day, his soul body was faintly unstable, and after careful induction, he found that his physical body had already left the central capital! Frightened, he hurriedly told Qin Lao's location, and returned to this little ancestor alone.

Where has this been taken now? The little fox, who was pretending to be dead, lifted his eyelids slightly, and when he saw the strange scenery outside, he wanted to cry without tears.

Coincidentally, after he returned to the flesh, the carriage began to frantically enter and exit the teleportation formation.

God knows where each formation leads!

Such a cautious approach not only eliminated the possibility of someone following, but also killed his hope of sneaking away.

He almost became a ghost cultivator because of this, but he didn't feel happy at all, but his heart was cold.

As you know, the master of Cetianfu is a little girl, and she is a cautious girl.

Feeling the aura of the spirit that had returned in her arms, the little girl smiled heartily, and it was very bad.

Anyway, she is also the head of a house, how can she do it without some means?

Su Meng gritted his teeth, and his eyebrows revealed a little aura.

The fingers that lay under his abdomen were slender and as crystal clear as white jade, so beautiful that people sighed. What's more, the index finger wears a golden ring.

It was the ring of the void god.

Chief Hao Lian knew that he was going to die, so he gritted his teeth and condensed his life's incense out of his body in order to save her life, who knew that today would become the key to his resurrection?

The quaint gold ring rose out of thin air, turning into a gold-armored god, and the girl subconsciously raised her hand to meet his empty and godless eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes shattered, and a ball of fire ignited in his eye sockets, and silver flames rose, with awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty and strength.

"This ...... Where is this?" he craned, looking around blankly.

"This is on the way to Dongli. The mansion master cautiously probed, and was surprised to see that there seemed to be some changes in him, "Do you remember who you are?"

Although the style of the gold ring is not very good-looking, after all, the old man's aesthetics are limited, but with it, his life-saving ability has been improved by several grades. A thug that you can carry with you! It makes your mouth water just thinking about it.

If she wants to let this void god escape, she is afraid that she will cry and faint in the carriage.

"Who am I?" the Golden Armor God recited again, and the face that was the same as that of the old man Hao Lian when he was young couldn't help but flash some pain, holding his head in his hands, the silver flame swayed like the wind blowing, and asked loudly, "Who am I?"

Its voice rumbled, and it was thunderous.

"You are Chief Hao Lian, known as the Heavenly Mandate Long Knife, Chief Hao Lian!" the girl put her left hand in front of her, revealing the golden ring, and said with a serious face, "Then do you know who I am?"

"Chief Hao Lian...... Yes, I'm Chief Hao Lian!" The light flame gradually stabilized, and the golden-armored warrior looked at her, tilted his head, and showed a serious expression, and asked, "Are you the master mother?"

"It's the master!"

Inside the carriage, the girl's annoyed voice was heard.

......

Unlike Cetianfu, other forces have invariably chosen the path of carving up the Li people, including many local heroes who were friends with them in the past!

Big deal, let them die a good death. It's better to cheapen hostile forces than to cheapen "your own people", right?

What makes a force a force is that it is generally not shaken by personal feelings. Without enough interests to convince the majority, who would want to fight against the twilight yuan for this doomed small country of Dongli?

Only those who follow the trend can survive forever.

The ancient Wind Clan understood this.

They do not show their wealth or show their edge, but they are rooted in the land of Western Chu and have gone through several calamities, and their position is still stable.

The general trend is that the Li people will be destroyed.

But for some reason, the oldest elder had a faint premonition in his heart.

"This time, I, the son of the Feng Clan, must not attack Li Guo. He looked at the young man in his clan, and his words were sonorous.

The patriarch is also solemn, this uncle doesn't like to talk much on weekdays, but if it weren't for this mysterious and mysterious premonition to help, the Feng Clan would have been annihilated in the long river of history. This matter seems to be pushed by everyone, but there is something else behind it!

Most of the younger generation led by Feng Yue are unwilling, and it can be seen that the elders are so serious, and it is difficult to refute anything.

At this time, he saw a handsome young man standing up and said loudly: "Clan elder, this war, the strong are gathered, we can't bully the weak, can we go to Dongli and share the superiority with other clans?"

That's right! The first ancestor relied on the Jin Ge in his hands to fight all over the Western Chu, which led to the current status of the Feng Clan.

Hearing this young man named Feng Yi say this, the other people's eyes suddenly lit up, and they all agreed, even if they were disdainful of him on weekdays, their eyes softened a little at this time.

Who doesn't have a few enemies? The patriarch made eye contact with his uncle and immediately complied with their request.

When it came to clan affairs, Feng Yi just listened quietly and did not express any opinions.

After the discussion, the patriarch stroked his beard, which was already a little gray, and announced the dissolution of the meeting. Looking at the young man's gaze, there was even a little appreciation—to be able to enter this room as a person who was not of his own race was enough to explain a lot.

To talk about the details, he is actually not Qingming, but Lan'er picked it up on the side of the road on the way back from sending her brothers to the secret realm.

Perhaps he was too seriously injured, and when he woke up, he had lost his memory, so he gave him the name, Fengyi.

Know how to advance and retreat, know your duty, be humble, and maintain the wind. In such a short period of time, the young man had gained a foothold among the Wind Clan.

At the beginning, Tianjiao of all ethnic groups went to listen to the covenant of the heart realm and conquer the new world, who was willing to let such an outstanding young man fall in the desert outside the secret realm? Coupled with those terrifying scratches without the slightest fraud, it was very easy for the clan elders to rule out his identity as a traitor.

As for whether the geniuses cultivated by small forces are envied, or the ronins in the rivers and lakes are ambushed, what difference does it make?

The only daughter of the patriarch is the only woman of the younger generation of the Feng Clan!

The degree of favor in the clan can be imagined.

What is it to pick up someone? It is to rob the prince of any country, and they can hold it all the same!

Who would think, this is really a prince.

It's just that his name is Li Yi, and he was born in the country of Li.

He was the last male member of the Li royal family.

This is also the reason why he will care about the war in the country of Lebanon.

Seeing that they finished the meeting, Feng Lan'er unceremoniously picked up everyone, squeezed in front of Feng Yi, and asked with a smile: "How is it, they didn't bully you, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the brothers who looked like dogs to outsiders and had no image at home.

"How come?" Looking at the threatening gazes around him, Feng Yi could only smile bitterly.

However, with the bottom of the meeting, his status is much higher.

Lan'er was about to say something, but when she saw a few people who were not usually familiar with him praising Fengyi, she was relieved, and couldn't help but be suspicious, and immediately dragged him out.

"Maybe it's because of a little thing. Seeing the girl's doubts, Feng Yi smiled lightly and told her about the situation at the previous meeting.

Under the sunset, Feng Lan'er's pale face swelled with a touch of red, but he let him hold his little hand and pull the shadow of the elder.