"Netherworld flower, symbolizing the identity of the head of the Ji family?"

Fu Ling'an seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

Feng Mian heard the sarcasm in his words, combined with Fu Ling'an's anxiety when he looked at Yan Bao's forehead to confirm something, and suddenly realized that the Netherworld Flower on Yan Bao's forehead was not a good thing.

Mu Ling spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, it's about Yanbao, and I hope I have something to say."

Fu Lingan took a deep breath, and his eyes couldn't help but remove Ji Wuchen, who was not in front of him.

"Every head of the Ji family in the hidden world will bear the curse of the Ji family's existence for thousands of years, because of this curse, every head of the Ji family will not survive."

"The heirs selected by the head of the Ji family or the spirit of the ancestors of the Ji family will have the Netherflower Seal on their bodies, but the location of the Netherworld Flower Seal on each family head will be different."

The ghostly flower of Yanbao is printed on the forehead.

What that meant was not quite clear to him.

But by no means a good thing.

The location where the ghostly flower seal of the head of the Ji family appeared in the secret room of the emperors of the Beiyuan Dynasty was all on his forehead.

But the colors come in different shades.

There seems to be a pattern.

The lighter the color of the Nether Flower, the longer the master of the house will live.

He remembered very clearly that there was a head of the Ji family, and the traces of the ghost flower on his forehead were slightly obvious.

Then it is recorded that he died of an explosion in the year of the weak crown.

Before he exploded and died, he had washed the entire Ji family's land in blood.

If it weren't for the Ji family's precautions, they were afraid that the entire Ji family would have suffered countless casualties.

Sister is also a member of the Wu family, and she knows that the heads of the Ji family are short-lived ghosts, why are she still with the short-lived ghosts of the Ji family?

No!

Sister must have been forced!

After all, Sister A's memory is lost!

When Fu Ling'an's mind was full of wanting to slash Ji Wuchen's short-lived ghost with a thousand knives, Mu Lingfengmian and the others' expressions changed greatly.

So the beautiful Netherworld Flower Seal on Yanbao's forehead can actually kill her?

Is this still worth it?

Mu Ling's breath was suffocated.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, is there a solution?"

Fu Lingan shook his head.

"No solution!"

The blood on Mu Ling's face suddenly disappeared, and a resolute face became extremely pale.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you ......"

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly spoke.

"There is a solution, there is a solution."

Not only Mu Ling Fengmian and the others, but also Fu Lingan quickly looked at Xiao Yanbao who was being held by him.

"Yanbao, you know?"

Xiao Yanbao nodded.

"I know, Daddy also has this flower in the center of his eyebrows, but that time Yanbao saw that Daddy was very painful, so he pulled out the flower for Daddy by the way."

"Daddy fainted at the time, but then woke up and looked very good."

Fu Ling'an and Mu Ling and others: "......"

Netherworld Flower Print, can you still cut it out?

Fu Ling'an felt incredible.

"How is that possible?"

Xiao Yanbao blinked.

"Kiss around, Yanbao didn't lie."

Feng Mian saw Xiao Yanbao and hurriedly explained.

"Yanbao, His Majesty Beiyuan didn't say that you lied to him, he was just worried that you didn't cut out the flower mark on your father's eyebrows, and your father used other methods to cover the flower print."

Xiao Yanbao's little face is particularly serious.

"Nope! What Yan Bao picked out, Yan Bao remembers clearly. ”

Feng Xiaowu subconsciously spoke.

"That Yanbao, can you pick out the flower mark on your own forehead?"

Feng Sanlie nodded in agreement.

"yes, can you pick it out?"

Xiao Yanbao tilted his head.

"Then Yanbao try?"

Feng Mian hurriedly stopped.

"Yanbao, try again when you get home."

Mu Ling nodded.

"Yes, Yanbao, it's dark, and everything will be talked about when you get home."

Fu Lingan originally wanted to take Xiao Yanbao back to the palace.

But now I have changed my mind.

Since Yan Bao's short-lived ghost father appeared, why did he have to teach the short-lived ghost father a lesson first, and then ask him why he knew that he was a short-lived ghost, but he still let his sister give birth to Yan Bao.

The horror of the curse of the Ji family is recorded in the secret rooms of the emperors of the Beiyuan dynasties.

The pain is unbearable.

Even the strongest wizard of the Wu clan can only survive to be less than thirty years old.

Yu Bao is now selected as the heir of the Ji family, which means that the curse of the Ji family has taken effect on Yan Bao, who is only three years old, and has already begun to bear the curse of the Ji family.

The more Fu Lingan thought about it, the more angry he became, and his face was gloomy and about to drip water.

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly arched in his arms with his little head.

The milky voice comforted him.

"Don't worry about it, Yanbao is amazing now, let's go home first, and when we go home, Yanbao will buckle the flowers on his forehead and give it to you to play."

Fu Ling'an: "......"

If he really wants to be able to cut it off, he wants to clean up this Netherworld Flower Seal with little fire, leaving nothing behind.

I'm afraid that the Netherworld Flower Seal is condensed into the bones and blood, so how can I pull it out?

How far is the forehead from the Celestial Spirit Gai?

Cut it off, isn't this the life of a three-year-old baby?

Fu Ling'an was so angry that he couldn't do it, but there was no better way for the time being.

"Okay! Go home first! ”

He's going to beat up the short-lived ghost!

Fu Lingan hugged Xiao Yanbao and walked a few steps quickly to board the carriage.

Mu Ling looked at Fengmian's few little highnesses, leaned to the side, and let the Fengmian brothers also get into the carriage.

Feng Mian wanted to ride a horse, but Mu Ling shook his head at him vaguely.

His Majesty Kitabuchi is a well-known tyrant on the Kyushu continent.

At this time, he is emotionally unstable, in case he does something in the carriage, he is not a great general and is not in the same car with the king of a country, but they are definitely qualified to be the crown prince of the east.

Feng Mian understood and nodded.

Feng Siling urged him directly.

"Big brother, get in the car."

Fu Ling'an's impatient voice came from inside the carriage.

"Are you still leaving?"

Feng Mian took Feng Siling and got into the carriage, and before the curtain was lowered, Fu Lingan whistled, and the four horses pulling the carriage neighed, and the sound of the horses' hooves was particularly loud in the night.

Lu Huaijin was stunned, and only then did he come to his senses when he saw the carriage that had begun to move away.

"Your Majesty, Weichen hasn't gotten in the car yet."

Mu Ling turned over and got on his horse, and the accompanying guards led another horse to Lu Huaijin.

"Doctor Lu, please get on the horse."

Lu Huaijin: "......"

He and His Majesty have traveled thousands of miles for more than a month, and they are still being hunted down by inhuman beings.

I'm physically and mentally exhausted, and I just want to lie down.

The corners of Mu Ling's mouth were slightly upturned, and his voice was calm and powerful.

"Doctor Lu, if you don't leave, the carriage will be out of sight."

Lu Huaijin: "......"

Lu Huaijin gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and tried to turn over and climb onto the horse.

Before he could sit down, Mu Ling had already whipped his own mount.

"Drive!"

The accompanying guards hurriedly followed.

Lu Huaijin: "......"

Lu Huaijin subconsciously glanced at the village behind him, for fear that the non-human was still there, so he grabbed the horse's belly with his legs and ran wildly with a horsewhip.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! ”

In the begonia courtyard, Ji Wuchen, who was sitting at the stone table under the largest begonia tree in the front yard, looked at the little paper figure on the table and pursed his lips.

"If a guest comes from afar, make a good pot of tea."

With a flick of his sleeves, four or five little paper figures instantly rose up, put on a black robe with a hood, and began to get busy.

He who burns the fire burns the fire, and he who draws the water draws water.

The movements are very skillful, and they look good as if they were flowing smoothly.

Soon there was the sound of horses' hooves outside the courtyard.