Feng Qiqi's eyes widened suddenly, tears just ran down the corner of his eyes, and what caught his eye was sitting in front of him was Qingyang, who was tied to a chair, the fox mask.

  She was dazed and wanted to stand up, but found that her limbs were weak and weak, and she was also tied to a chair like Qingyang.

  Tears were still falling uncontrollably, and she looked at Qingyang in a daze: "Where is this?" ”

  "This should be underground." Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Are you dreaming?" I hear you babbling all the time, don't? Is it a scary dream? ”

  Feng Qiqi blinked, finally stopped crying, and after listening to Qingyang's question, the tears couldn't help but fall again: "It's a sad dream, I seem to have dreamed of the moon god." ”

  Feng Qiqi, who was too sad, didn't notice the emotions that welled up in Qingyang's eyes at that moment.

  Feng Qiqi was dumbfounded, immersed in the sadness of the dream, unable to extricate himself.

  Qingyang said softly, "Which moon god is it?" ”

  "Yuexi, the wife of the god of wind." Feng Qiqi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's the belief of that demon race, the ancient moon god." ”

  Qingyang's breathing became lighter and lighter, and her voice was weak: "Yes, how could you dream of her?" What did you dream about? ”

  Qing Yang's voice sounded very gentle, making Feng Qiqi involuntarily want to come out with the things that made her sad.

  Without hesitation, she came out with all the dreams she had just had.

  The torches on the wall emitted a faint light, shining on Qingyang's fox mask, and he lowered his eyes, not letting Feng Qiqi see the darkness welling up under his eyes.

  So it was, so it was!

  "What's wrong with you?" Feng Qiqi looked at Qingyang in confusion, although his heart was confused, he keenly sensed that Qingyang was not in the right mood.

  Qing Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the irascible murderous aura in his heart, looked at Feng Qiqi, and a wry smile appeared in his eyes: "To be honest, this wind god is the ancestor of my Nine-Tails clan." ”

  Feng Qiqi was stunned there, his brain was in a state of downtime, and he looked at Qing Yang: "Wouldn't it be the ancestor who sealed the Ancient Remnant Realm?" ”

  "Hmm."

  Feng Qiqi's breath was suffocated: "The Moon God's husband, the Wind God? ”

  Qingyang nodded and looked at Feng Qiqi: "That's right, my Nine-Tails clan has a total of two ancestors, one with an illusion attribute and one with a wind attribute."

  Because the ancestor of the wind attribute cultivated too forgetfully, he did not leave any descendants, so more and more of the Nine-Tails clan were illusion attributes. ”

  Feng Qiqi opened his mouth, not knowing what to do: "Then, aren't you Master Shizun the descendant of that ancestor?" ”

  "That ancestor doesn't have any blood descendants, and His Highness can only be the descendants of that ancestor's brother according to strict regulations.

  However, in the Nine-Tails Secret Realm, His Highness resonated with the divine blood left by that ancestor, and stepped into the god level in one step. ”

  Feng Qiqi: It's really more popular than a person!

  She worked hard to cultivate step by step, and as long as others resonated with the legacy of their ancestors, they could climb in one step.

  Qing Yang looked at Feng Qiqi's stunned appearance and showed a helpless smile: "I also had such an expression when I first knew it, it's really annoying." ”

  "Those two ghosts are tied up inside, I don't know if I'm awake or not?"

  "It's time to wake up, only the meat that is awake is the best, and the meat in the coma is not fragrant."

  A voice came from outside the basement, and Feng Qiqi and Qingyang winked at each other and stopped talking.