In this half-moon, there is a wonderful formation.

Through Fenghua's powerful spiritual power, it can operate, and it can make some Warcraft obey its orders, and of course, it can also use a little bit of mental power to make Warcraft do something uncontrollably.

Because, she is a summoner.

An existence that is rarer than warrior magicians, and there has only been one in the entire 10,000-year history of the Eastern Continent.

After the two souls tortured her desire to live and die finally fused together, Fenghua discovered that this thing that she had worn since she was born had magical power.

Through the strong mental power examination, she also discovered very interesting things.

His own perception of the elements and the circulation of the meridians are blocked by a mysterious and vicious force, and what is more interesting is that the power is foreign.

She was really curious about why the son of a generation of war gods would disguise themselves as men and still be outcast, and even his talent was invaded by strange forces and finally became an absolute wastewood.

I believe that everything will be answered when the emperor comes, and I hope that those who take her back will not regret this decision.

The soft sedan stopped, raised his hand and stuffed the half moon back into the felt hat, the curtain was lifted, Fenghua's eyes narrowed slightly, the name of the son of the imperial god of war above ten thousand people under this person is indeed big enough, and it is too big.

In front of the Beitian King's Mansion, the street was cold and quiet, there were only a few phalanxes left, each phalanx was composed of soldiers, holding weapons, raising with a bang, the movements were uniform, and a fierce breath rushed towards him, and the voice resounded throughout the imperial capital, "Welcome to the little prince!" ”

Fierce aura, this is something that only a warrior who has fought bloodily can have. Tens of thousands of soldiers roared, shocking the people and horses who received the grace, and their faces turned slightly pale.

"Small, the little prince obeys the order." A gray man trotted from behind, his steps staggering and his voice shrill and trembling, and he held a yellow cloth with a five-clawed golden dragon in his hand.

"Lao Tzu's grandson is back, you all get out, all of them are fierce and vicious, what do they look like? Roll on! There are also those few things, what Lao Tzu looks down on the most is the soft eggs that don't have birds to eat dry rice under the crotch, all of which are thrown out to Lao Tzu, don't be an eyesore here. Without waiting for Fenghua to answer, there was a roar in the general's mansion, and one after another scolding was shouted out unceremoniously.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

As if ordered to do so, the soldiers raised their weapons and stared at those who were about to pronounce the decree with fierce eyes. The poor little eunuch stuffed the holy decree into Fenghua's hand, and ran away with a team of men. Those who had been watching in secret with Fenghua were all thrown outside after they were suddenly pulled out and their legs were broken. Overnight, Fenghua found that all the unkind eyes on him in the dark had disappeared, and all that was left was visitation.

The door of the palace was wide open, and an old man with a ruddy face and full of spirit sat in front of the door, his face was full of fierceness and righteousness, and a pair of tiger eyes that were more ferocious than the monsters, scanning the elegance in front of him up and down, and there was a layer of warm fluctuations in his eyes, wanting to stretch out his hand and want to speak.

But in the end, this old man, who moved the entire Northern Heaven and the entire Eastern Continent with the founding of the country to the protection of the country and then to the name of the town, even the emperor dared to scold, but he didn't know what he should say.