Not only Song Yi was taken aback, but even Qin Sheng and Feng Xiyao showed expressions that were indescribable.

Yin Wushuang shrugged his shoulders and was silent.

It is good to achieve the purpose of transfiguration, no matter what the outcome.

Not long after, the shopkeeper came up to deliver tea, and when he entered the house, he saw Yin Wushuang and the four of them, and his feet were soft.

Looking at the black cloak placed on the side, he silently said in his heart: If you look like this, you should indeed wear a cloak, especially the woman with a black birthmark on her face!

Really, looking at the figure before, he thought this girl would be so good, what a disappointment!

At lunchtime, soldiers came up to search the house.

Qin Sheng stood up and said, pointing at Feng Xiyao and said, "The Sprinkle family and brother are the family members of this young lady, and they will go back to Liancheng's mother's house to save their relatives!" ”

Then, you pointed at Yin Wushuang and said, "This is my young lady's maid!" ”

Why is Yin Wushuang's maid Yin Wushuang's own decision, Feng Xiyao is the county lord, and she is just an "outsider" who has just come to the fairy world and has no relatives, in terms of common sense, she can't be on an equal footing with the county lord.

At least before his identity is revealed, such a choice is the wisest and easiest to accept by Song Yi and Qin Sheng.

As for Liancheng, it is a nearby city, which was temporarily made out of nonsense.

In prison, why Song Yi, Qin Sheng, and Feng Xiyao pretended to be crazy and stupid, all to eliminate vigilance.

According to Feng Xiyao herself, there is an adulterer's eyeliner in the prison, and as for who the adulterer is, Feng Xiyao did not disclose it.

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The next day, Yin Wushuang and the four of them walked in the direction of Fengguo.

Along the way, Yin Wushuang was consulting the three of them for more information about the Immortal Realm, and the three of them also understood that they had dragged Yin Wushuang down, and they all kindly answered.

When Yin Wushuang asked if there had been any rising stars in the fairy world in the past hundred years, the three of them shook their heads one after another.

Because they have been in prison for more than 90 years, they have no idea what has changed in the outside world.

The "rising star" asked by Yin Wushuang alluded to the evil of the king.

She didn't ask her father and Yin Wuchen, because she was afraid that Feng Xiyao and others would know, after all, her father and Wuchen were related to her mother's Feng Chengcheng, and she didn't know if they had gone to Fengguo, or what had happened.

For the sake of safety, she only asked Jun Shangxi, and she believed that with the strength of Jun Shangxi, it would not be difficult to break through the world in the fairy world.

Qin Sheng rolled his eyes at this: "Do you know how big the Lei Kingdom is?" Do you know how big Feng Guo is? Do you know how big Xiao Guo is? Did you know that in addition to the three superpowers, there are many smaller countries? Did you know that every country has an entrance to the lower plane? ”

When everyone spends time in the realm of innocence, they will go to different entrances, scattered in different places in the fairy world.

The immortal realm is so large that it is not comparable to the lower plane; The number of people is so large that no one has counted them.

Yin Wushuang's question is more like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If you want to be a rising star in such a big world, how strong do you have to be?

Without getting a useful reply, Yin Wushuang sighed in his heart, looking at the inky night, his phoenix eyes flashed with a determined light.

She'll find them, she will.

-

Ten days later, at dusk, Yin Wushuang and the four arrived at the capital of the Thunder Kingdom.

The prosperity of the capital is stronger than that of any city, and the prices are very high.

The streets were bustling with traffic and shouting.

It is spring, and there are young girls with friends and friends, walking through the streets, leaving a faint rouge fragrance; There is a young man in a light spring shirt, beating a horse and passing by, leading the red sleeves of the Qinglou.

As far as the eye can see, it is a scene of prosperity and peace.