Until then, he felt that no matter what his mother did to him, he could forgive and endure it, and no matter how vicious her words were, she was still his mother.

That time, he was about to die, and in the cold water, it was like a pair of cold tentacles pulling his legs down desperately, strangling his neck so that he could not wait to breathe.

If it weren't for the fact that Yan Chimu came over to see him fall into the well and rescued him, I'm afraid it would ...... There is no such thing as him today.

"I, I, I didn't!" Emperor Zhuanhuang's face turned red, the sleeves of his robe shook fiercely, and he said with a weak heart.

"No?" Ye An Jiu continued to laugh, the evil smile at the corners of his lips became heavier and heavier, and the cold air in his eyes was also cold.

"Then why are you weak-hearted?" Ye An Jiu finally chose to let go of himself and slowly walked towards Emperor Zhuanhuang.

Emperor Zhuhuang took a step back, no matter how stupid he was, he couldn't just be with Ye'an Jiu, in case he accidentally touched the wind blowing the lotus flower, it wouldn't be beautiful!

Emperor Zhuan Huang suddenly thought of something, and quickened his pace and ran towards Yan Chimu.

"National teacher, you kill this rebel, this rebel is really a disaster, you kill him!" Emperor Gao Sheng said, pushing Yan Chimu as he spoke.

Yan Chimu frowned, and glanced at Emperor Zhuan Huang's skinny, skinny, flabby fingers with disgust.

Ye An Jiu's hands were tight, and even the flower pot in his hand trembled, and it almost fell off, if it wasn't for Feng Lingluo's quick reaction, I'm afraid that even the flower pot would have dispersed at this moment.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Feng Lingluo whispered, and then took the Lianhua pot in Ye Anjiu's hand.

There was a circle of tender yellow stamens at the lotus heart of the flower cup, and Feng Lingluo gently plucked one of them, and then the words inside resounded throughout the inner hall.

"Master National Teacher!" Feng Lingluo pursed her lips, and her small mouth looked tender and cute because of her pouting.

Yan Chimu's heart bumped, and he actually had a feeling of panic.

"Hmm!" Yan Chimu nodded lightly and looked at Feng Lingluo, waiting for her words.

"Master Guoshi, Jiujiu is so good, why is His Majesty not good to him, why do you want to hurt Jiujiu?" Feng Lingluo blinked her eyes and spoke to Yan Chimu in the softest and cute voice.

Yan Chimu smiled faintly: "Fate is like this, if you work hard to change, you can still change." ”

"As for the human heart! There will always be ambitions! Yan Chimu glanced at Emperor Zhuanhuang, and then as soon as his arm was raised, Emperor Zhuan Huang rolled around on the ground.

"Although the deity has a prophecy, but fate has always been in their own hands, how to go, how to look, or look at the original fate of people!"

So...... What does Yan Chimu mean!

Is this really helping Ye An Jiu?

"The deity promised you to bring Feng Lingluo, just to let her come to meet you, not to help do something!"

Although Yan Chimu didn't say what it was, none of the people present heard it, but they didn't want to offend their father, so they didn't say anything for his father.

Yan Chimu...... You are the national teacher of Guanglan Country! Why don't you listen to my orders! "Emperor Huang's teeth itched.

Which side of this national teacher is it, obviously the national teacher of their Guanglan country, hasn't he always disliked being nosy? Why should you go and help the night good nine.

And Ye An Jiu's scourge is still his budget, what is the situation of helping Ye An Jiu now, what is it, and what is the previous prophecy.