That hall, no need to ask, Yin Hua knows that it is the residence of the national teacher Qianmian.

The building materials of that hall, which she was familiar with, came from some secret realm that had become a place of death.

It's hard to live in a house made of that kind of material.

Being in it is like being wrapped in a sticky, gloomy, lifeless atmosphere, and after a long time, you can hold back your illness.

But it has the great advantage of being able to block out all breaths.

The master of the national teacher Thousand Faces, it seems that he is one of the envoys of the last temple, specializing in dealing with the affairs of the oracle.

It seems that he is also a character with a story.

In the plot, the original owner was busy chanting scriptures in the early stage, and was busy in love in the later stage, so he didn't know that the national teacher Qianmian was separated from her by the front and back of the temple.

Yin Hua thought in a mess, stopping at the top of the dark hall and hesitating for a while.

Before she could make a decision, a voice sounded in the hall: "Come in." ”

Yin Hua raised his eyebrows, circled around the main hall, and flew in through the only small window.

The inside of the hall is actually not so pitiful, obviously a thousand faces have been processed, and it is much more comfortable than the buildings with similar materials used by Yinhua before, but it is still very uncomfortable to be in it.

The depression from the bottom of my heart is uncomfortable.

Thousand Faces was sitting in front of a chessboard, playing against himself, and when he heard the sound of Yin Hua coming in, he didn't look up.

The fingers pinching the chess pieces moved slightly, and a small table of the same material as the main hall slid in front of Yin Hua.

The tea on it was still steaming slightly.

"Sit."

Yin Hua didn't make a sound, sat down quietly, and sorted out the memories of the original owner.

After a long time, Qianmian fell the last son, and then looked back at Yinhua.

"What are you going to do, what do I need to do?"

"I don't plan to, I'm going to go back to the national capital, so you can go with me." Yin Hua picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Qianmian's hand hanging on his knee gradually clenched: "I can't, if they know that there is still me as a god clan, I will probably follow in the footsteps of my ancestors." ”

That hall, no need to ask, Yin Hua knows that it is the residence of the national teacher Qianmian.

The building materials of that hall, which she was familiar with, came from some secret realm that had become a place of death.

It's hard to live in a house made of that kind of material.

Being in it is like being wrapped in a sticky, gloomy, lifeless atmosphere, and after a long time, you can hold back your illness.

But it has the great advantage of being able to block out all breaths.

The master of the national teacher Thousand Faces, it seems that he is one of the envoys of the last temple, specializing in dealing with the affairs of the oracle.

It seems that he is also a character with a story.

In the plot, the original owner was busy chanting scriptures in the early stage, and was busy in love in the later stage, so he didn't know that the national teacher Qianmian was separated from her by the front and back of the temple.

Yin Hua thought in a mess, stopping at the top of the dark hall and hesitating for a while.

Before she could make a decision, a voice sounded in the hall: "Come in." ”

Yin Hua raised his eyebrows, circled around the main hall, and flew in through the only small window.

The inside of the hall is actually not so pitiful, obviously a thousand faces have been processed, and it is much more comfortable than the buildings with similar materials used by Yinhua before, but it is still very uncomfortable to be in it.

The depression from the bottom of my heart is uncomfortable.

Thousand Faces was sitting in front of a chessboard, playing against himself, and when he heard the sound of Yin Hua coming in, he didn't look up.

The fingers pinching the chess pieces moved slightly, and a small table of the same material as the main hall slid in front of Yin Hua.

The tea on it was still steaming slightly.

"Sit."

Yin Hua didn't make a sound, sat down quietly, and sorted out the memories of the original owner.

After a long time, Qianmian fell the last son, and then looked back at Yinhua.