Yu Yin turned around and left with a smile, kneeling in front of the chair, the county lord of Lingshan looked up at the back of Yu Yin leaving, the sharp pain on her shoulder was broken, and the beads of sweat on her face overflowed, she gritted her teeth in pain, hung her head, and her eyes were rolled up.

At the same time, in the Dongting Emperor's Palace, Yun Zheng knelt in the main hall with a pale face, Yun Ji knelt silently aside, and above the main hall was the Dongting Emperor who was high above, wearing a golden robe, and his narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed dangerously, looking at the people kneeling below.

"Fen Yan never appeared" Dongting Emperor groaned, he didn't expect Fen Yan to be so calm, things were far beyond his expectations.

Yun Ji lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, my son's son has the responsibility of his father, and he failed to lure the Yan out, which is a failure." ”

The Emperor of the Eastern Court looked at Yun Zheng, got up and walked down, and said, "It's okay, after all, not everything in this world can be owed as you like." Walking in front of Yun Zheng, he bent down and lifted his clothes, saw the wound on his shoulder, and said, "You are poisoned." ”

Yun Zheng's face turned purple, and he said in a deep voice: "It's okay, I'll deal with it in a while." ”

The Emperor of the Eastern Court stretched out his hand, and the dazzling light in his palm slowly overflowed, seeping into Yun Zheng's poisoned wound, and the black of his blackened wound gradually faded and disappeared, and the injured wound gradually healed.

The Emperor of the Eastern Court withdrew his hand and said, "Go back to the Cloud Palace and rest, and leave it to Yun Ji for the rest." ”

Yun Zheng's eyes were even more guilty, and he bowed his head in shame and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, father." ”

The Emperor of the Eastern Court got up, turned to Yun Ji and said, "You come with me." So saying, he walked out of the main hall.

Yun Ji followed the Emperor of the Eastern Court and left, only Yun Zheng was left in the hall, he stood up, although the wound on his shoulder was healed, but for some reason, the wound was faintly painful, he covered his shoulder, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he was injured by a demonized snake demon, which was a shame for him.

As he thought so, a wisp of black aura rushed over his collarbone on his chest, burrowing into his blood, and swimming swiftly towards his heart.

The old snake king died, the snake king's palace was bleak, the snake king's palace that fell a snow was particularly solemn, but the solemnity showed the gloom, the oil lamp in the hall was dim, and he sat in front of the desk expressionlessly reviewing the folds, and suddenly there was a flying pigeon outside the window to send a message, and the father-in-law next to him went over, took the flying book, and respectfully bent down and handed it to the fan.

Fan Yan opened the note and took a look, the replacement of the wolf clan has been completed, Lieyun officially ascended the throne and became the new king of the wolf clan, and the former prince Yu Lieyan, who lost his legs in the rebellion and rebellion, was left in the palace by Lieyun for eternity and eternity, and offered him.

Lieyun's move not only won the love of the wolf tribe's subjects, but also made Blaze unable to live and die, and it was better to die than to live like this. Lieyun's scheming is very human.

After reading it, the note in the palm of his hand instantly burned into ashes.

Outside the window, Su Dandan was wearing a fiery red cloak, and the white fur collar lined her whole person with extra spirit, like a blooming cold plum in the ice and snow, she stood outside the window and looked at Fan Yan, Fan Yan looked up, she smiled slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, the snow outside is very beautiful." ”

Fan Yan retracted her gaze, got up and walked out, she walked over, the fluffy young beast under her feet followed, curiously grabbing her skirt and playing, the two stood side by side, condescendingly overlooking the entire Snake King Palace, and said: "The scenery is similar every year, but the people are different every year." ”

(Markor Literature-)