Feng Yunxuan invited Mentor Nan to have a few drinks.

It depends on the time when he first came, Mentor Nan was not something that a small imperial prince like Feng Yunxuan could invite.

But at this moment, in order to make this little prince happy and be able to hand over his daughter to him with confidence, Tutor Nan did not hesitate to condescend and readily agreed.

In order to show his closeness, Mentor Nan also invited the envoy of the Tianlan Great Empire.

This Nanrong envoy naturally heard about Feng Xiaoqiang's deeds, so he rushed here neatly.

The eyelids that had been drooping also opened, and he looked at Feng Wangye's eyes that were bright and bright.

Feng Wangye: "......"

He said that Yali Mountain is big.

Is it really good that your own daughter is so good?

The Emperor of the Wind and Cloud who was hung at the scene of the admissions competition: "......"

Both admissions referees are gone, what's the deal with keeping him here?

In the end, the game in the royal area was thunderous and rainy, and ended hastily because the two referees were not available.

Feng Xiaoqiang fell asleep for two days and had a long dream.

In her dreams, she dreamed of a mysterious and noble goddess.

The goddess had long hair above her knees and was dressed in black. There is no joy or anger in the demure face.

She stretched out her beautiful, slender fingers.

The fingers were as white and crystal as mutton fat jade, exuding a lustre.

In the palm of her hand, a cloud of colored mist condensed into a small, delicate bird.

The bird's feathers come in seven colors and are exceptionally beautiful.

The little bird looked back at the goddess very humanely, and then flew away from the palm of the goddess.

Feng Xiaoqiang's gaze kept following the bird.

The colourful birds flew for a long time, over mountain lakes and finally stopped at a magnificent building resplendent with gold.

After a short rest, the bird flew into one of the rooms in the complex.

Feng Xiaoqiang's eyes followed the bird into the room, and then saw that the bird turned into a colored mist again, hiding in the belly of a pregnant woman.

As soon as the scene changed, Wen Po and the maid were busy back and forth. The pregnant woman was lying on the bed.

The pregnant woman gave birth very hard, and when she finally gave birth to the child in her womb, she fainted from exhaustion.

The moment this baby was born, the roof was surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, and hundreds of birds sang in unison, which did not disperse for a long time.

Feng Xiaoqiang saw that the mother who delivered the baby carried the newborn baby to the next room.

In the next room, there was also a newborn baby, and an old woman with a terrible face.

The old woman was dressed in black and had long bent nails, much like a witch from a fairy tale.

The old woman pulled out a small white mist the size of an egg from the top of the baby she had brought.

He drew a cloud of colored mist from the top of the baby's head in the hand of the mother.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoqiang's pupils constricted, and the colored mist was not the same bird?

For some reason, Feng Xiaoqiang was very worried about the fate of this little bird, as if this little bird was actually herself.

Then she saw the old woman pour the white mist into the baby's head in the hands of the woman.

The colored mist channeled into the heads of the babies she had brought.

But as soon as the colored mist entered a small part of the baby's head, a man who looked like a maid suddenly broke in and said in a panic, "The Divine Monarch is here!" ”

The old woman's hand shook, and the remaining colored fog swooped into the ground and disappeared.

The scene in front of him changed again, Feng Xiaoqiang saw a woman with a cloak holding a man's leg and begging bitterly.

The man was tall and had his back to Feng Xiaoqiang.

A servant woman was holding a baby, pressed by two divine soldiers, and sent into the nether realm by a ray of light.

Why is Feng Xiaoqiang definitely in the Nether?

For she saw a familiar place, by the brook at the foot of the barren mountain.

The servant woman holding the child was covered in blood, as if she had just experienced a bloody battle.

She lowered the baby to the creek and dragged her injured body away.

Feng Xiaoqiang's eyes followed her into the home of a crying baby.

When she came out again, the servant woman was holding a full-term baby in her hands.

She didn't stop for a moment, and continued to flee desperately.

Feng Xiaoqiang found that she had fled in the direction of Fengqi Mountain.

At the mouth of a cave in Fengqi Mountain, it was struck by a thunderbolt, and the servant woman and the baby were wiped out.

Feng Xiaoqiang's heart was suddenly full of grief and pain.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

That kind of suffocation made her heart hurt, it hurt. She was awakened in this pain.

"Nightmare?" Feng Jiuxiao was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes for her.

Feng Xiaoqiang, who woke up, found that he was lying in Feng Jiuxiao's arms.

Although nominally she was his sister, she knew she was an imposter.

So Feng Xiaoqiang's little face turned red, and he tried to break free from Feng Jiuxiao's arms, and sat on the other end of the bed glaring at him angrily.

Feng Jiuxiao: "......"

It's taking him for ......