Murong Yu instantly decided to take the risk of fleeing, because this priest lord needed an attack of a spell, and it was definitely not an ordinary attack. And those dark gold tentacles look at least several times stronger than black tentacles. Here, Murong Yu has a feeling that the immortals are fighting and mortals are suffering, so if he doesn't run away at this time, he will wait for when. Murong Yu used force under his feet, vertically, and rushed to the surface of the water with all his might.

As Murong Yu's body rose, there was an earth-shattering movement behind him, and of course, the roar of Feyvosis. Murong Yu didn't dare to stop and watch the battle, his body rose far away, the positioning teleportation was turned on, and he fled towards the north at full speed. Murong Yu glanced back and found that a huge column of water burst out of the sea water behind him, and Feyvosis rushed out, but it was followed by countless dark golden tentacles. One of those tentacles wrapped itself around the rising Feyosis ankle and smashed him into the sea.

"Bang!" there was a crisp sound, and Ferosis was thrown into the sea.

Murong Yu only saw the sparkling eyes of Fervosis and gradually disappeared into the sea. Murong Yu knew that Feywasis would not be killed so easily, but it was definitely not so easy to get rid of the entanglement of the spiny gill eel in the water. Now he doesn't have the heart to care about it, he just knows to stay away from this damn place.

Ferixis hated Murong Yu's teeth in his heart, watched Murong Yu escape, and put himself in it. Feyōsis regretted a lot, especially seeing that Murong Yu wanted to escape, he didn't notice the attack of the spiny gill eel, and suffered a big loss, and the current priest was very angry, and he wanted to teach this thorny gill eel a hard lesson that didn't know whether to live or die. A great battle between sub-gods unfolds at the bottom of the sea, and no one knows how it will end.

Murong Yu headed all the way north, feeling that he had escaped from the track, and changed direction and flew west. Murong Yu didn't actually know his exact location, he could only feel the general direction. Even so, Murong Yu flew for several days, mainly because he had no sense of direction and took a long detour.

On this day, he finally saw the coastline of the mainland.

"I'm finally back!"

Murong Yu was in a good mood, and quietly passed through the orc's village, heading towards the west. Through the orc conversations in these villages, he knew his exact location. The most important thing is that Murong Yu also stole a set of animal skin clothes that were the size of his body, which was like a tight night suit that he traveled in his previous life.

On the snowy earth, a figure was moving forward quickly in the snow, the cold wind was fierce, like a blade sweeping across his face, Murong Yu was unaware and unmoved. It's the middle of winter, and the orcs rarely go out, and they hide from the cold winter snow in their own houses.

After so much eavesdropping, I've finally figured out the Nightmare Forest. In fact, the Nightmare Forest is not as terrifying as the outside world says, but a paradise for orcs. They rely on this ancient forest for their livelihood, and they also venture into the forest to seek a breakthrough in their own strength. Murong Yu felt that the orcs here were very hardworking, and they worked harder than the pleasures and extravagance of humans, but their talent determined them.

Murong Yu headed all the way west, while treating cultivation as a kind of fun. However, Murong Yu didn't need to overhear the news of the Living Spirit Tree, perhaps, there was no such treasure in this forest at all. Murong Yu secretly comforted himself, with the super induction of "Ice Heart Shocking Wind", Murong Yu's itinerary did not have much of an obstacle.

When the coldest day of winter came, Murong Hua wore a dragon robe and stood on the top floor of the Zhengtai Palace, the main hall of the middle palace of the palace. The court's chief magician, Gehr, was still standing behind him, the heat of his exhalation stirring in the wind.

"Bixia, are you thinking about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Geer's voice was soft and sonorous.

"Yes, this kid has been gone for more than two years, and after the New Year, he will be eighteen years old. After a slight pause and a sigh, Murong Hua said leisurely: "If it weren't for the golden rope of life not broken, I would have thought that he would have been buried in the Nightmare Forest." ”

Thinking of Murong Yu, the flame in Murong Hua's heart began to burn again, the Nine Magician, that is a legend, since two years ago in the Vierqi Grand Canyon, Murong Yu led the water to annihilate the army of the beast clan, there has been no news. Murong Hua had already sent a lot of people to the Nightmare Forest to inquire about him, but as if a stone had sunk into the sea, even the people who inquired had disappeared.

"I have a feeling that Yu'er is coming back. Murong Hua's deep eyes were still looking at the north, and the passion he had never felt before was stirring in his heart.

He has been struggling on the throne for many years, and what he needs is an opportunity to push the family to the top, and what he needs is a grandson who can achieve great glory. He believed that Murong Yu's return this time would rewrite the history of the entire continent, which was what he needed.

"Bixia, it's time for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to come back too. Gehr's voice came from behind him.

"Geer, you said that if this continent wants to be reshuffled, what is the most direct one?" asked Murong Hua.

"Bixia, you know I'm stupid when it comes to this. Gell replied resignedly.

"Forget it, let's go. Murong Hua shook off the dragon robe behind him, and the robe crossed an arc in the air, making a rattling sound.

Murong Hua knew that his other two grandsons were already planning a rebellion, but they didn't know when they would launch it. However, he knew that as long as he had a day, these little ones could not afford to make big waves. Secretly there is still a glimmer of expectation, a grandson who has not rebelled against fate is not worthy of his attention.

On the palace of the Duke of Nanjia

Sheng Yu Linghe turned the long corridor with ease, and at the end of the corridor was a small two-story building. In the pool outside the corridor, the lotus leaves in the pool drooped their heads in the cold wind, and the only few plums bloomed with delicate faces. Sheng Yu Linghe has been here for two years, and I don't know how many times I have been here. Every time I come here to see Xin'er, the feeling is different, with the loss of time and the disappearance of Murong Yu, the two beauties have naturally transformed from rivals to best friends.

Sheng Yu Linghe secretly cursed the ruthless Murong Yu, stretched out his long pink cloak, and turned his head into the small building. Murong Yu has been gone for two years, and according to the sixth prince, Murong Yu is estimated to come back in the coming year. This news is very important, and she immediately thought of telling Nan Jia Xin'er.

On the second floor of a two-story building, there is a light gauze curtain, a pink bed made of red nanmu, a large round table made of golden teak, and a small dresser against the window. In the corner of the fireplace, poplar wood is crackling, and the room is warm, and on the other side of the wall are decorative shelves with various porcelain and artworks. A young girl of eighteen years old, wearing a short silk gauze skirt pajamas, sat in front of the dresser, and through those big smart eyes, a faint resentment was spreading.

"Murong Yu, where are you?" Nan Jia thought secretly. When she thought of Murong Yu, her originally resentful eyes instantly became tender like water.

With a long sigh, Nan Jia Xin'er looked through the window at the plum blossoms in the back garden. I thought: "In such a cold season, Murong Yu, are you cold now? Have you eaten? Do you miss me?"

Nan Jia Xin'er retracted her thoughts, turned her head and lay in front of the dresser, in the crystal clear crystal bottle on the dresser, the blooming ice flower was still so pure and flawless. It is said that the eighteenth change of the female college has not been seen for two years, and Nan Jia'er has become more and more beautiful and moving. In the latest selection of beauties in the imperial capital, Nan Jia Xiner deservedly ranked among the top ten. With two thin eyebrows and big watery eyes, staring intently at Binghua, Nan Jia Xin'er's heart is no longer here.

Although she has many followers, Nan Jia Xin'er has always regarded herself as Murong Yu's person, and her heart has already completely fallen since the library incident. As time passes, this feeling grows stronger. She only belongs to Murong Yu, and she will not fall in love with anyone else. Whether it is the son of the new general, or the youngest son of the president of the Privy Council.

"Xin'er, I'm looking at your ice flower again. ”

Sheng Linghe's voice interrupted Xin'er's thoughts. After being a best friend for so long, Sheng Yu Linghe naturally knew the story of the two people, of course, this ice flower inevitably became a gimmick for Sheng Yu Linghe to make fun of Nan Jia Xin'er. Every time she came here, Sheng Yu Linghe had to laugh at Nan Jia Xin'er before she gave up.

With a blushing face, Nan Jia Xin'er turned her head and held her mouth, glared at this best friend fiercely, and rushed up to scratch Sheng Yu Linghe's armpit.

"Hahahaha......" Sheng Yu Linghe laughed and fluttered around the big round table in the room, like two cheerful little bees.

Sheng Yu Linghe couldn't bear Nanjia Xin'er's claws, giggled, and begged for mercy in a coquettish voice: "Xin'er, I was wrong." ”

Seeing Sheng Yu Linghe begging for mercy, Nan Jia Xin'er smiled even more, she bluffed again, and the two fought.

"You don't want to know the news of Murong Yu, if you scratch me again, I won't tell you. Sheng Yu Linghe threw out a killer idea.

Nan Jia Xin'er, who was originally smiling, seemed to have been under a spell, and froze in place in a daze, until Sheng Yu Linghe's shaking little hand swayed back and forth several times in front of her eyes, and Nan Jia Xin'er came back to her senses. She ignored Sheng Yu Linghe, walked quietly to the dresser alone, and once again gazed affectionately at the crystal bottle, the ice flower that never melted, and her eyes revealed a kind of perseverance that does not rot in the sea, a kind of eternal persistence.

"Is he back, how are you now?" asked Nan Jia Xin'er.

Sheng Yu Linghe couldn't see Nan Jia Xin'er's sadness and resentment the most, and when she saw this, she immediately walked quickly to her side, gently leaned close to Xin'er's ear, and whispered: "The sixth prince said that he will come back soon, and the time they agreed on is two years, and the time is about the same." ”

Nan Jia'er's heart curled, and she muttered coquettishly: "It's better not to come back, who is rare?"

She pursed her mouth as she spoke, and when she turned her head and saw the strange smile in Sheng Yu Linghe's eyes, she raised her claws again. Sheng Yu Linghe screamed in fright, clasped her hands and ran away.

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