Hearing Han Yue's persuasion, Feng Yewu shook his head slightly, rejected Han Yue's proposal, and after whispering softly, he raised his hand very tired and rubbed the temples that were suddenly jumping on both sides.

"It's okay, these lonely kings have already been approved, you can take it and let someone send it to the household department."

Han Yue could only nod helplessly, and then picked up the piece that Feng Yewu had already reviewed on the side, and carefully sent it out.

After a while, Feng Yewu raised her head slightly and looked out the window on the side, as if she wanted to relieve her tiredness by looking into the distance.

After a few days of nightmares, Feng Yewu didn't want to go to sleep directly, but every time he fell asleep tiredly, that scene would appear, and then he was forced to wake up from the dream again and again.

Every time it was so real, so real that when she woke up, she felt that everything was fake.

Feng Yewu couldn't explain all this, and Anuer, who was responsible for guarding Feng Yewu's comfort, the head of the top ten warriors of the Southern Barbarians, couldn't explain the reason.

"Your Majesty, if you continue like this, I'm afraid your body will collapse."

Anur's deep voice sounded again, as a great grandmaster, he could naturally feel that the breath of life in Feng Yewu's body was gradually passing, and in the past few days, it was obviously not a natural flow, but some kind of pathological situation.

"I haven't slept well these days, maybe I'm a little stressed."

Feng Yewu smiled bitterly, feeling that this nightmare might be because he was too scared, afraid that what happened in the previous life would happen again, afraid that Lu Jue would leave him, and afraid that everything he got now would be lost.

Hearing Feng Yewu's explanation, Anur fell silent, and there was silence all around, as if Anur had left.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Yewu held her head with her hands, closed her eyes as if she was sleeping, trying to recover some energy.

Anur didn't know when he had appeared in the imperial study, he didn't deliberately hide himself, he looked at Feng Yewu with a gloomy face with a serious face, frowned and said seriously.

"Your Majesty, there is something strange about you, it seems that something is changing your physical condition."

"What do you mean?"

Feeling a sense of oppression in front of Taishan, it seemed that the room instantly darkened a lot, Feng Yewu opened his eyes and asked in confusion.

"My current physical condition, maybe I haven't rested, okay, in two days, I asked Hanyue to go to the imperial doctor to prescribe some sleeping medicine, maybe it will be fine."

Feng Yewu hadn't realized what the strangeness in Anur's mouth was, and still regarded all these changes as the result of not resting well.

Anur looked at Feng Yewu and didn't pay attention to it, but at this moment, his heart was like turning over the river and the sea.

It's not that Anur doesn't want to tell Feng Yewu, it's that it's hard for him to explain that feeling.

After reaching the Grandmaster level, regardless of race, their understanding of heaven and earth, and the changes in life, have begun to have a different understanding, which can be said to be more subtle, or it can be said that it is more obvious and easier to distinguish.

Everything in the world seems to have an additional way of observation, not just the so-called physical perception.

When Anur was guarding Feng Yewu in the past few days, he had already begun to notice the changes in Feng Yewu's body, as if something was constantly accelerating the consumption of Feng Yewu's life breath.

But this was just a feeling, an extremely mysterious feeling, which made Anur himself vague.

"Your Majesty, the princess has been busy taking care of Lord Wei's injuries these days, and my other nine warriors are enough for the safety of Kyoto..."

Anur said a little stiffly, and Feng Yewu also heard the meaning of his words.

Although he didn't know why Anur was leaving suddenly, out of trust, Feng Yewu didn't ask too much, just smiled lightly and nodded at Anur very tiredly.

"It's okay, you have other things to deal with, you can go first, and the Lone King won't be in any danger for the time being."

Anur respectfully performed a Nanban salute to Feng Yewu, then turned to leave, and in his huge and broad palm, he actually held a strand of Feng Yewu's hair.

Anur knew that he couldn't comprehend the strange oddity, but there was one person who could do it, and he needed to go to that person to give him an answer.

The Sage of the Southern Barbarians, the Gu Sage.

... ...

In the domain of the king of Xiyue, Qian Jingxi was busy beckoning the officers and soldiers of his fiefdom to carry back and forth to resist the upcoming tsunami.

The territory of the King of Xiyue is located in the westernmost part of the entire continent, bordering the endless sea.

Every decade or so, endless tsunamis roll into the deep sea to the west, and the inhabitants of this area gradually get used to this strange temper of the sea.

On the cliff not far from the Xiyue Palace, a figure stood at the apex that the waves could not touch, and the hat on his body shook with the salty sea breeze.

Murong Hai looked at the endless deep sea, such a huge wave scene, even as the strongest sage on this continent, it seemed a little small and weak at this moment.

"How can the power between heaven and earth be resisted by this body of one's own?"

Murong Hai's aged face, with distinct wrinkles, had already been wet by the sea water in the wind, and there was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed endless sadness.

After the sadness, Murong Hai spoke softly, and behind him, a very vague figure, looming in the wind, Murong Hai did not look back, but seemed to feel the appearance of this figure.

"You got ahead of me anyway."

"I failed, the rest is up to you, he's coming, they're coming."

That illusory figure is the last trace of consciousness left by the old priest of the Tidi clan, which is also a unique way of communication that only the old priest can do, but the price seems to be extremely expensive, and even costs his life.

The old priest's last words spoke of him and of them.

After Murong Hai heard the old priest's last words, his hands that had been hanging down suddenly clenched into fists, and he slowly turned around, letting the wind blow in his pocket.

And there, the last phantom of the old priest has long been scattered by the storm and the sea, and has disappeared without a trace.

"What did we miscalculate?"

Murong Hai's old eyes showed a trace of doubt, very puzzled, all this was too much different from what they calculated back then.

"Father-in-law, it's too windy, why don't you go back with us first!"

At this moment, under the steep mountain wall, Qian Jingxi shouted at his father-in-law against the strong wind.