The lord of the castle also wants to live well.

The city lord of Tianshu City is really not human!

More than three years ago, Song Yueli knew that the real high priest had been killed, but the City Lord's Mansion was monitored by the elders of the Heavenly Machine Hall for twelve hours, and he did not release the news of the disappearance of the real high priest.

He had received the favor of a true high priest, so he had been trying to get in touch with the outside world for several years.

But I almost cut off my children and grandchildren.

Later, he learned wisely, and stopped trying to pass on the news to the outside world, just waited silently.

Thinking that it was hopeless to wait and that Tianshu City was about to usher in the darkest time, good news came from the Eastern Emperor's side.

He was so excited that he almost cried.

I did come here deliberately today.

I didn't expect Ji Wuchen to be so cruel.

This is all a father, so you can't be gentle.

Song Yue took a few steps back and stretched out her ears to wait for Feng Mian to give an answer.

Not for sure, but at least 50% or more, right?

His expectations were already very low.

Feng Mian looked at him with a smile.

"City Lord Song, Yan Bao is a trusted high priest recognized by the Heavenly Machine Palace's life chart, if you or the people in Tianshu City don't believe it, you can now invite the elders of the Heavenly Machine Hall and the people in charge of the major families in the city to go to the Heavenly Machine Hall and wait for the fate chart to be confirmed on the spot."

Song Yueli's eyes lit up, and she almost slapped her thigh excitedly.

"Good! I'll arrange it! ”

Dare to say that, this is definitely 12 points certain!

Song Yueli turned around, but did not leave, and even silently moved closer to the three Fengmian brothers.

He beckoned the guards behind him to come over, and lowered his voice to give a few orders before letting the guards leave.

Feng Sanlie frowned and watched his movements.

"Why doesn't City Lord Song go?"

Song Yueli smiled and stepped onto the steps of the Heavenly Machine Palace.

"Such a trivial errand matter, why do you need the city lord to run it himself?"

Feng Erli poked at his small movements.

"The city lord of Song is afraid of meeting Ji Yuntian's people, and life and death are unpredictable, right?"

Song Yueli: "......"

This prince, if you slap your face so bluntly, there will definitely be no minister who chooses to support you.

Maybe Song Yueli's eyes were too straightforward, and Feng Erli guessed his thoughts.

Feng Erli smiled very brightly.

"My eldest brother is the Eastern Crown Prince, what supporters do I want?"

Song Yueli: "......"

No!

What about the battle for the throne?

The princes of the Eastern Emperor are so harmonious?

Feng Mian ignored the words of the two, lifted the hem of the robe and quickly stepped onto the steps, only hoping to get closer to Yan Bao, and get closer.

He wanted to be the first to see Yanbao wake up like Uncle Ji.

From the moment Bao was carried by Ji Wuchen and stepped on the steps of the Heavenly Machine Palace, the chaotic consciousness returned little by little.

But it's still in the dream.

In the dream, I saw the zombie elders again, and they were still looking for her everywhere.

She shouted again.

The elders still couldn't hear, they couldn't see.

Yan Bao is very angry.

Why don't the elders look down?

She's down there!

The elders are in the gigantic painting, and she is underneath the gigantic painting.

Xiao Yanbao stomped his feet anxiously, pulling his throat and shouting.

"Here, here! Explore here! ”

"Keep your head down!"

"Emperor! The emperor is here! ”

……

Just like last time, no matter how Yan Bao shouted at the top of his voice, the zombie elders still couldn't hear the sound.

When Yan Bao was depressed and melancholy, a zombie elder suddenly bowed his head.

Yan Bao kicked the little chubby leg violently.

"Here, here!"

The zombie elder's gaze seemed to pierce through the sky, countless small worlds, and then met Xiao Yanbao's gaze fixedly.

Yan Bao was still shouting in a milky voice.

"Here, here! The emperor is here! ”

The zombie elder stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the word treasure.

But his fingers were about three meters away from Yanbao, and he couldn't move forward anymore.

There was a huge force that blocked it, and even if it used all its strength, even revealing its sharp and terrifying fangs and all its spiritual power, it still couldn't break through that barrier.

"Emperor!"

Yan Bao heard it and nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Words are here! ”

After nodding, Yan Bao hurriedly asked the zombie elder.

"What is mental power? Why is Yan Bao the Zombie Emperor? Isn't Yanbao A-Niang's baby? ”

The zombie elder couldn't hear what Yan Bao said, but the zombie elder was deaf before he became a zombie, and he could speak, so he understood what Yan Bao meant.

Why doesn't their emperor even know about spiritual power?

I don't know why I'm the Zombie Emperor?

Niang's baby?

The zombie elder took a deep breath, although he didn't know what cut them off from the emperor, but he was relieved to know that the emperor was alive.

The zombie elder thought about it and directly demonstrated his spiritual power to Yanbao.

Invisible power, existing in the mind, is like a long line, which can kill people invisibly.

Yan Bao stared blankly.

She didn't understand at first.

When I saw the zombie elder demonstrate over and over again, I slowly understood.

The elder was teaching her.

Yanbao began to look at it seriously.

As the Zombie Elder taught, re-examine the threads in your brain.

The threads that had already dissipated seemed to reappear, even if they were very small and faint, but she still saw them.

Yan Bao blinked his big eyes, his eyes full of shock.

"Elder, Elder, Yanbao has a line again!"

Realizing that the line is spiritual power, he changed his words.

"It's spiritual power, spiritual power, and Yanbao has spiritual power again."

The Zombie Elder looked carefully at their little mouth, making sure what the little guy was talking about.

Realizing what the little guy was saying, the zombie elder's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Your spiritual power has been exhausted?"

Although Yan Bao couldn't hear the other party's words, he tilted his head with a shocked look, and then pondered what the other party said.

"Is the mental power gone?"

The Zombie Elder nodded wildly.

Yan Bao nodded.

"That's right! Because there were too many people Yanbao wanted to protect at that time, the lines were too far away, and he met a white-haired zombie, so he ...... Ran out. ”

She thought there would be no more wires in the future.

I was very sad before I fell unconscious.

The zombie elder took a deep breath after reading.

"White-haired zombies? You can kill that thing with one finger! ”

Yanbao can't be heard.

The zombie elder looked at it and stretched out a finger to press it on the ground, then gestured to his neck, and then tilted his head and closed his eyes as if he was out of breath.

Yanbao understood.

"Elder, Elder, do you mean that Yan Bao can kill a white-haired zombie with one finger?"

The zombie elder gave a thumbs up.

is worthy of being their emperor, just so clever and smart.

But what is the situation now?

Why doesn't the emperor seem to be in the same world as them?

Yan Bao blinked, and seemed to be aware of the problem.

For the first time, the little one tried to reach out and touch the huge painting that appeared in the sky, but it was too far away to touch.

Yan Bao suddenly asked the zombie elder.

"Elder, have you seen Yanbao's aunt?"

Daddy can't find A-Niang's breath here, and A-Niang's body is gone, could it be in a huge painting?

Zombie Elder: "......"

The emperor doesn't remember how he was born at all?