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You Wuming and Sang Buqian cleaned up the southern border of Baizhou and the northern border of Baizhou, and finally met at the foot of the Baizhou King City.

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask You Wuming about one thing - through whom did he see the conspiracy of the Temple of Heaven to support Han and Meng?

Just as he was about to ask him, he suddenly saw a group of luan sedan chairs rushing out from the royal city.

The two plump and fair Bai sisters stepped down from the sedan chair, gracefully moved in front of Sang Bujin and You Wuming, worshiping them as beautiful flowers shining in the water.

"Thank you King Youzhou and Prince Sang for your help. My father has set up a banquet in the palace. Please step forward and have a drink." The voice was delicate and trembling, making one's scalp tingle.

When the beautiful eyes were raised, one of them was staring at Sang Bujin and the other was staring at You Wuming, the gleam in their eyes could reveal a figure, but there was a slight redness in the eye sockets, I felt pity for it.

As soon as Sang Bujin bowed her hands to salute, the Great White Princess went straight forward and took his arm, leaned forward, stuck to him, and hugged his arm tightly in front of her.

If he wanted to take his arm away, he would inevitably have to brush against the choppy waves.

Sangbu's veins were throbbing near the corner of his forehead, and his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

Which one was this played in? What about the royal pride?

I really can't blame him for being careless, because since ancient times, I have never seen any princess who would take the initiative to stick up to a man—like Qin Wushuang's act of sacrificing gold shells to stick up to Han Shaoling, would have been ridiculed for many years , not to mention directly using the body upside down like this right now.

When Sang Bujin regained his manly body, he was shy and shy. Facing the attack of Princess Dabai, he was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to react.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes, with a vigilant expression, and when the little white princess approached, he dodged backwards with incomparable sensitivity, allowing her to take advantage of it.

Fortunately, there is a lesson from the past that Sang is not close!

The little white princess missed a hit, and hurried forward, wanting to grab You Wuming's hand, her movements were as eager as a hungry wolf rushing for food.

You Wuming raised his eyes, supported Short Life's back with one hand, and his body fluttered to the other side, avoiding this tender claw.

Looking at that poor Sang Bujin, Princess Dabai succeeded in a blow, and immediately consolidated the result of the victory, pressing her whole soft body against him. Sang Buqian was slender, and when she was stuck by the plump Dabai princess, she immediately looked like a small ball of thin pork belly wrapped in big white oil.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Poor Sang Bujin was completely numb and didn't know what to do.

Seeing that her sister had successfully captured Sang Bujin, Princess Xiaobai was in a hurry, and hurried around from behind Changshou, wanting to pull You Wuming.

Short life shook his furry head, and let out a long and loud fart at the little white princess without mercy.

The little white princess whose hair was messed up by the fart wind: "..."

You Wuming was full of disgust, and bent a finger and nodded twice: "If you dare to bring the stench here, your life will die."

Little White Queen's eyes were even redder, and she was about to cry when she saw it.

Sang Yuanyuan narrowed his eyes slowly, and looked at the second daughter carefully again.

At Han Shaoling's birthday banquet, she had some "friendship" with the two girls. These two were mean, talkative, brainless, and very proud. They fell in love with Han Shaoling, and Baba wanted to be his concubine, secretly discussing feeding him medicine and then delivering it to his door. But even so, on the bright side of the two women, there is no sign of the slightest upside down, and they are full of airs.

Today's behavior is really abnormal.

Every abnormality must have a demon.

If it is said that Baizhou was trembling with fear because of the underworld demon's breach, and could not wait to find a backer, then it is not completely unreasonable, but even so, it shouldn't be the two of them who posted it like this.

It's like, being coerced.

She remained calm and cast a glance at You Wuming.

You Wuming understood, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Isn't it just drinking. Just go."

As soon as these words came out, Da and Xiao Erbai immediately smiled unconsciously as if they were relieved.

Sang Yuanyuan asked leisurely, "How are the king of Baizhou and his son?"

The expressions of the two White Queens immediately turned serious, and the Dabai Queen pulled out a dry smile: "Father and elder brother have worked so hard for this evil disaster. They have lost a lot of hair, but their bodies are fine."

It sounds like a lie. Something must have happened to the Bai royal family.

Sang Yuanyuan quickly began to think—even if the previous incident revealed flaws, Jiang Yanji could be sure that Jiang Shisan's army was killed by You Wuming, and if he wanted to attack him, he would never pass through Jiang Shisan overnight. , Feng Erzhou, went to the capital of Baizhou to arrange such a game.

Huangfu Jun traveled thousands of miles to Yunzhou.

Then who else has the ability to hold the Baizhou royal family hostage and lure himself into the urn?

No matter how weak Baizhou is, Wangcheng is not something that can be broken through. King Bai was calm and peaceful, and he didn't look like he was forced to pass by someone with an army. Therefore, the other party entered the king's city openly, approached the royal family at close range, suddenly launched an attack, and took hostages.

The answer is ready to come.

"Did it come to your door?" You Wuming muttered softly, and Bai Fang unconsciously ground his teeth twice.

Sang Yuanyuan said in a low voice: "The other party came prepared, I'm afraid they will kill every step of the way."

Heavy cavalry in You and Sang states

It is impossible for soldiers to march directly into Baizhou King Capital like this. If the opponent threatens the life of the King of Baizhou and asks the Baizhou Imperial Army to deal with the three of You Wuming, it will not be so easy to kill them.

Knowing it's a trap, jump or not?

You Wuming hugged Sang Yuanyuan, jumped off Changshou's back, squinted his long eyes, and glanced at the puppet under Changshou's belly.

"Since the King of Baizhou sincerely invites you, it seems impolite to bring a sword and armor to the banquet." You Wuming said lazily, took off the armor on his body, threw it on Changshou's back, unloaded the knife, and handed it to the entourage Personal guards, let them take Short Life away.

The two white queens breathed a sigh of relief again, and looked at each other with a somewhat relieved look.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Wuming was ready to kill with this appearance. I can even clean up the killers ambushing beside the hall. If the other party intends to do something, You Wuming doesn't mind letting the banquet blood flow into rivers at all.

Sang Bujin, whose arm was firmly held by Princess Dabai, obviously noticed the abnormality, he frowned his two delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and looked at Sang far away hesitantly.

"Tsk, brother-in-law is in such a mess of blood, let's change clothes first. How about I go in with Sang Guo first?" You Wuming asked casually.

The two white princesses looked at each other and nodded: "Prince Youzhou, Princess Sang, please—"

Now Sang is far from certain, the target is indeed the two of them!

"Little sister..." Sang Bujin, who was ruthlessly abandoned by Princess Dabai, looked a little messy.

Sang turned his head far away, and blinked his right eye slyly at him.

Sang Bujin looked at You Wuming, only to see this nasty brother-in-law raised his long eyebrows lightly, with an impatient arc on his lips, and tilted his head at him.

Sang Bujin: "..." I understand, this is to lead the soldiers outside, ready to respond.

There are 20,000 cavalry in Sangzhou, plus 6,000 elite Xuanjia heavy cavalry in Youzhou, so they are not afraid to fight.

He frowned his delicate eyebrows, watching You Wuming and Sang Yuan, who followed the White Queen into the White King City.

The overall feeling of Baizhou's architectural style is soft. The fort was built with a white stone that looks like tofu, with milky yellow markings on it.

Sang Yuanyuan was extremely vigilant, observing the palace servants and guards all the way, but did not see anything unusual.

The underworld demon cannot get close to the royal city, and the time here is peaceful and peaceful. The guards patrolled in an orderly manner. If the two white princesses were not too eager, I am afraid that even Sang Yuan would not be aware of what happened here.

After entering the main hall, King Baizhou and Shizi Bai stood up from behind the desk, and performed the greeting ceremony of the royal family in a dignified manner.

This banquet was completely different from the imaginary tension.

In the huge palace, only eight seats were set up. The surrounding area is empty, and it can't be seen that there is an ambush.

Sang Yuan looked away calmly, and saw an exceptionally outstanding refined scholar. He was just below Shizi Bai, wearing a lotus color long gown, and his gestures were quite elegant.

Just him? one person?

You Wuming led Sang Yuanyuan, walked carelessly to the opposite of King Baizhou and took a seat.

"You don't have to wait for my uncle." You Wuming glanced at the empty desk, knocked on the desk honestly and said, "Prince Baizhou, the banquet is ready."

It's just a matter of saying, if you want to poison, please be careful.

King Baizhou didn't say a word, and after giving the salute, he sat straight behind the desk, pursed his lips, and his brows and eyes were full of anger and humiliation.

There is no meaning to speak at all.

The atmosphere was eerie and awkward.

The little white princess stepped forward and bowed profusely to the lotus-clothed scholar: "My lord, the King of Youzhou and the Queen of Sang have arrived. Look..."

Son.

Hearing this, You Wuming and Sang Yuan turned their gazes to the refined scholar.

His facial features were extremely refined, like a landscape painting covered in clouds and mist, and when his lips moved, it seemed that flowers bloomed at the corners of his lips. The whole person is extremely elegant, but there is an unspeakable nobility.

What a young, beautiful and temperamental son of the Temple of Heaven.

He said gently: "The king of Youzhou has worked very hard all the way, and he also asked the king of Baizhou to present a song and dance in person to show his heart."

It's ridiculous to say that.

From ancient times to the present, it has never been heard that the lord of a house personally presents songs and dances for the guests. What kind of words does this sound like.

You Wuming's fingers that were knocking on the table paused slightly.

Strangely, King Baizhou, whose face was dripping with gloom, got up from behind the desk without any objection, walked into the main hall, and started singing and dancing.

King Baizhou's singing voice was better than expected, he wasn't tone-deaf, on the contrary, he was quite presentable. The dancing posture is also passable, there is no trick, but it is not ugly.

This kind of state banquet has always been solemn and solemn, and it is absolutely impossible for singing and dancing girls to set foot there. The king of a country who was supposed to sit upright, ended up in person, singing and dancing alone, as embarrassing as he could be.

An indescribable oppressive feeling enveloped the entire hall, and the atmosphere broke the sky.

The eyes of the two white queens were red, and tears were streaming down.

From beginning to end, Bai Shizi shrank behind the desk like a quail, wishing to become a transparent person.

The Holy Son of the Temple of Heaven took the lead in applauding: "Good! Good!"

You Wuming lazily raised his hands and clapped them twice.

After the song and dance ended, King Baizhou sat back at the case table, his expression not changing much. Come to think of it, this is not the first time he has 'performed'.

The Holy Son of the Temple of Heaven is slow

He cast his eyes on Bai Shizi: "Next..."

Princess Dabai burst into tears with a 'wow': "Stop insulting the father and brother! I can do whatever I want! Please let the father and brother go!"

King Baizhou pressed his hands on the desk with trembling hands, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't ask this despicable person! Either you kill me, or I will cut you to pieces!"

The holy son was not annoyed at all, and smiled very warmly: "The king of Baizhou is boring, singing and dancing are just a way to express emotions, and they are not mean and despicable."

King Baizhou gritted his teeth: "Yun Zhizhuo...you will definitely regret what you did today!"

Yun's surname is the Holy Son of the Temple of Heaven? !

"Yun Zhizhuo..." Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself, whether his surname Yun has something to do with himself and the holy son named Yun at the ceremony?

The man looked to be in his early twenties. If he was the one who attended Jiji ceremony back then, it meant that he was a master above the Spiritual Brilliance Realm—if his cultivation reached the Spiritual Brilliant Realm, he would be able to maintain his age.

However, I don't know how this person threatened the Baizhou Wang family? It's easy to kill, but if you want a state lord to sing and dance in the palace, that's not something that can be done by threatening his life.

Sang looked at Yun Zhizhuo calmly from a distance.

There was always a modest smile on his face, without any emotion.

"Tsk," You Wuming threw the empty candle on the desk impatiently, "There is no food or drink, and you have to listen to people quarreling, it's boring!"

Yun Zhizhuo smiled slightly: "Don't worry, King Youzhou. It will be interesting soon."

"Then you are poisoning." You Wuming was serious.

"Ah," Yun Zhizhuo was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was negligent, and I forgot to tell you - it's already been done. If you don't believe me, you two will try to use the spiritual accumulation in your body, and you will know once you try it .”

Sang Yuan was a little embarrassed by his sincere expression.

She tried to adjust the spirit in her body.

Immediately discovered an astonishing thing - just like when he was poisoned by the golden snow moth in Ice Mist Valley, the spiritual accumulation in the body was covered with round dim yellow spots, and the spiritual accumulation in the body Shen Shen dormant, no longer obey.

"When did you inject the poison?" Sang Yuan was extremely surprised.

Yun Zhizhuo smiled modestly: "Actually, it's not poison, it's just that there is something wrong with the incense burner under the desk. Princess Sang, I haven't seen you in six years. Your demeanor is better than before, but your demeanor is the same as before. You are quiet and indifferent, which is admirable." .”

Six years ago, it was him!

She controlled her expression, did not show any strangeness, and only asked lightly: "If we don't come to the banquet, what are you going to do?"

Yun Zhizhuo's expression was extremely gentle, even a little doting: "You will come."

"Are you sure that this kind of poison can control You Wuming?" She blinked curiously, "If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the poison of the golden snow moth recorded in medical books."

She will never admit that she has been to Yunzhou and was poisoned by the golden snow moth.

Yun Zhizhuo raised his hand, and waved gracefully at the four members of the Bai family: "It's none of your business, go to sleep."

I saw Bai's father and daughter immediately lying crookedly on the desk, and fell asleep.

Sang Yuan's heart skipped a beat—this kind of control method is really appalling!

"Prince Sang is really well-informed!" Yun Zhizhuo praised sincerely, "However, this is not the poison of the golden snow moth, it is not poison, it is the power of destiny, and there is no power that can fight against destiny." .”

Sang stared intently at the yellow spots that sneaked into his skin from afar. After paying attention, I found that they actually contained seven colors faintly.

Her heart skipped a beat again, and the hand hidden under the desk reached out quietly, grabbing You Wuming's little finger.

He held her back and squeezed her fingers reassuringly.

"What is the power of destiny?" Sang Yuanyuan asked sincerely.

Yun Zhizhuo rubbed the center of his brows in annoyance: "Destiny is unspeakable. Once I realize it, I will understand. At the beginning, I was blamed for negligence in doing things, but that glimmer of life has caused today's disaster. I can only set things right."

"Back then, we should have hired a holy son of the Temple of Heaven who could speak clearly." Sang Yuan couldn't help muttering.

"Puchi." You Wuming laughed decisively.

"So you were the one who drove me out of my body six years ago?" Sang Yuan asked plainly.

"It's me." Facing the two people who were at their mercy, Yun Zhizhuo had no intention of hiding it.

"How did you do it?"

"You won't understand even if you say it." Yun Zhizhuo said, "Princess Sang, you don't have to complain, everything that happened at the beginning was all your own will, but I didn't expect that that little mistake, which is not a mistake, actually It left behind a root cause, which led to me having to leave the Temple of Heaven again today to clean up the mess."

Sang Yuan grasped the point keenly: "A mistake? Are you asking me to come back in six years?"

"Yes, and no." Yun Zhizhuo smiled mysteriously.

Sang Yuan thought for a moment: "Why can I come back to face the inevitable situation?"

To be honest, the situation when she just came back from 'traveling' was really dead and lifeless.

Yun Zhizhuo said: "Because there is no unparalleled road in the sky."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Chatting with the magic stick is really asking for trouble!

Yun Zhizhuo looked a little regretful, and said: "I was negligent. I really didn't expect that in such a mortal situation, Princess Sang could turn the world around... I'm really curious, how Princess Sang escaped Mrs. Xiao Han I am not afraid of Queen Sang's jokes, I have lived a lot

It was the first time in many years that I was puzzled by one thing. "

Sang Yuan was stunned for a while before realizing that the 'Mrs. Xiao Han' was referring to You Yingyue.

She smiled gracefully: "Want to know? I can tell you, but you also have to answer my question, isn't it fair?"

Yun Zhizhuo smiled: "It's really great that Princess Sang is willing to explain the confusion. I am willing to make this exchange, and I can guarantee that my answer must be true, but I don't guarantee that you can understand it, Princess Sang."

I have to say that this person's smile is really gentle and refined, there is no trace of ambition or evil in his eyes, talking to him is like drinking and chatting with a close friend in the bamboo forest under the moon.

Sang Yuan knew that he had nothing to fear. He only needs to speak in a 'mysterious and mysterious' way like before, then no one in this world can understand. It doesn't matter if you tell the truth or not.

But this kind of problem has never troubled Sang Yuanyuan.

She nodded: "I really believe in Shengzi Yun. Then I will answer first - I told You Yingyue that the person I like is not Han Shaoling, but You Wuming. You Yingyue is a man who values ​​family affection and respects his elder brother." People, knowing that I am her future sister-in-law, detoxified me and respected me in every possible way."

Yun Zhizhuo couldn't help laughing: "I'm stupid. In fact, I should have thought of it when I saw the deep love between the Queen of Sang and the King of Youzhou today. What does the Queen of Sang want to ask me? Please—"

Sang Yuanyuan bent his lips and smiled: "The person you protect with the power of destiny is Han Shaoling or Meng Wuyou?"

Yun Zhizhuo clenched his hands leisurely on the desk.

After a while, a wry smile appeared on the young and handsome lips.

"Daughter Sang, it's amazing." Yun Zhizhuo sighed, "One question, and I can say everything I can and can't say, all in one go."

When she asked like this, she didn't leave him any room for ambiguity at all. Either answer a name, or say that they did not use the power of destiny to protect the two. No matter how you answer, it can only be an answer that normal humans can understand.

"So the Holy Son is planning to repent?" Sang Yuanyuan sighed regretfully.

"Of course not." Yun Zhizhuo shook his head and smiled, "If today's victory is not guaranteed, then even if I am a villain who does not keep his word, I will regret my promise and refuse to answer. However, today , Lady Sang and King Youzhou are sure to die, so I will answer."

Sang Yuan remained calm, pinching the cocoon in You Wuming's palm mischievously.

"It's Meng Wuyou who is guaranteed." Yun Zhizhuo said.

"Oh..." Sang Yuan said, "Thank you Holy Son for answering your questions. If I want to ask other questions, the Holy Son will not answer, right?"

"Yes." Yun Zhizhuo smiled more gently, "You two, you can die."

The way he said this was a little shy, a little respectful, a little polite, as if he had prepared a not-so-rich dish and then invited the distinguished guests to the table.

You Wuming squinted his eyes from beginning to end, leaning lazily on the desk, hearing this sentence, his eyelids did not move.

Sang Yuanyuan asked: "How does the Holy Son want us to die?"

Yun Zhizhuo was even more embarrassed: "Ah... the king of Youzhou didn't bring the weapon in, so let me borrow my saber."

He got up slowly, walked over quickly, took off the saber on his body, and placed it in front of You Wuming.

"Cut yourself." He said, "When life is thriving, it will be painful if it is suddenly cut off. If you kill yourself, the pain should be shorter. Although I haven't tried it, I think don't cut it. As far as the airway is concerned, if you don’t choke on blood, it should be fine.”

The eyes are sincere, completely thinking about others, not at all like telling people to die.

"But why should I listen to you?" Sang Yuan turned his head and asked.

Yun Zhizhuo smiled shyly: "Ms. Sang thought, why did King Baizhou perform dances for everyone? There is no way. How can mortals resist the power of destiny?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Sang Yuanyuan found his hand moving, reached for the sword on the table, grabbed the hilt, and picked it up.

She looked at her hands in amazement. It is moving by itself!

After concentrating on feeling it for a moment, I found that it was the colorful forces in my body that caused the trouble.

"With such power, why can't you accomplish anything?" Sang Yuan said, "Why did you go there before? Why bother with so many things."

"Ashamed." Yun Zhizhuo leaned forward suddenly, and suddenly yellow blood gushed from his mouth, "Actually, it was just an accident. When I performed a taboo technique, I was accidentally infected with divine power, and I was unable to return to heaven. The first move on the altar The power of the altar, which helped me survive until now, is precisely to let me use the power of destiny to take the lives of the two of you before I die, so as to set things right."

I saw his black hair falling off in an instant.

Wrinkles appeared on his handsome face, and in an instant, he changed from a beautiful young man in his early twenties to an old man who was exhausted!

He lost the support of his legs and feet, fell to the ground, panted, and said weakly: "The power of destiny, mortals must never touch it. Now that my wish is over, I can go with peace of mind. As a mortal, I have personally mastered the power of destiny once, and can make up for the mistakes I made, Yun Zhizhuo, I will die without regret..."

His eyes were burning, fixed on Sang Yuan's hand holding the sword.

"I'll hold on for a while, wait for the two of you, and go on the road together."

Because of vomiting blood, he coughed a little, but his expression was very excited, "Come on!"

Sang Yuanyuan drew his long sword out of its sheath and put it on his neck.

she god

Feeling still calm, said: "The forbidden art you mentioned refers to pouring that power into the broken mirror in Meng Wuyou's hand, right?"

Yun Zhizhuo's slack pupils shrank slightly.

He was unable to speak anymore, but from his expression, both Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming could see the answer.

"You are wrong," Sang Yuan said, "If there is destruction in the world, it must be because the baby wields a sharp weapon and destroys itself. You shouldn't force it."

The light in Yun Zhizhuo's eyes quickly extinguished.

Sang let go of Youwuming's little finger far away.

With a flick of You Wuming's long sleeve, he swung the long sword across Sang Yuan's neck, cutting off half of Yun Zhizhuo's head.

He swung his hand back neatly, pinching her wrist, and black flames floated at his fingertips.

A moment later, all the colorful round spots in Sang Yuan's body rushed towards You Wuming, and were completely burned by his black flames.

"He doesn't seem to be a bad person." Sang Yuan sighed, "Tiantan, there are so many secrets. The truth should not be far away from us."

You Wuming casually removed the 'poison' from the body of the four Bai family members, and then helped Sang Yuanyuan: "Let's go."

The two walked out of Baizhou King City, and saw Sang Bujin frowning, walking around outside the city gate.

"So fast?" Seeing the two of them coming out, Sang Bujin was taken aback.

"Tsk," You Wuming said with a serious expression on his face, "It doesn't matter if you hurry up for this kind of thing."

Sang Bujin didn't know what he was thinking, and his ears gradually turned red.

The two each ordered a thousand elite soldiers to accompany them, and the rest were led by their capable generals to continue to slay demons in the territory of Baizhou and Fengzhou.

You Wuming hugged Sang Yuanyuan on Changshou's back, squinted his eyes, put a hood over his eyebrows with one hand, and stared at Baizhou King City, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, a small figure flew over the eaves and wall, and came back with a 'whoosh'.

Is even.

It shook its head, and handed You Wuming a token made of strange materials and engraved with complicated patterns.

"The status of Yun Zhizhuo's entourage must not be too low." You Wuming took the token away, "Killed?"

The puppet nodded seriously, and clearly wrote in a pair of big black eyes——dead like a log.

Sang Yuan thought for a moment, and first asked You Wuming a question: "The other day, you said that 'they' thought that two colorful beetles could save the world, who did you see it from?"

You Wuming said indifferently: "Jiang Yi."

"Ah!" Sang Yuan slapped himself on the forehead heavily, "I'm such a fool!"

"No!" You Wuming was serious, "You are not a melon, but a fruit, a silly fruit."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

It is inconceivable that an old eunuch who has been with Jiang Yanji for many years and has won her trust would betray her. What's more, the old eunuch always talks about "destiny", so there is a high probability that he is from the Temple of Heaven , and the level is not low.

Looking at people through the fragments of the Tianyan Mirror, one must 'recognize' them, that is to say, when holding the broken mirror, there must be such a person in mind in order to be able to sense the aura. Jiang Yi is Jiang Yanji's closest and most trusted person, and You Wuming naturally recognizes her.

"What did you see on Jiang Yi?"

"A group of ghost-like people are surrounding the ground and doing sorcery." You Wuming frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and said regretfully, "The leaders are all wearing black cloaks and masks, so it's hard to tell who they are."

"Temple of Heaven..." Sang Yuanyuan asked, "What level is this Yun Zhizhuo? High-ranking Holy Child?"

"One of the three deputy altar heads." You Wuming said, "Jiang Yi is also the deputy altar head. Now the identity is unknown, there is a third deputy altar head, and the Tiantan altar head."

Sang nodded far away.

Since You Wuming saw the process of them performing spells underground through Jiang Yi, and seeing Yun Zhizhuo today, he can naturally recognize Yun Zhizhuo as one of the leaders through his body shape.

"So, in order to get the seven-colored power onto the broken mirror in Meng Wuyou's hand, the Temple of Heaven sacrificed a deputy altar head. I was thinking," she blinked slyly, "if we insist on refusing to enter the White Palace today Going to the banquet, will this Yun Zhizhuo die of anger?"

He has used that power to control the Bai family, and there is no room for change.

You Wuming was full of regret: "If I knew it earlier, I would have let my uncle go in by myself. In desperation, the surnamed Yun must control my brother, come out and perform a wonderful and exciting show for you and me, and force you and me to go in."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Sang Bujin, who was completely confused about the situation: "?" What does it matter to me? what control? What show? Why am I acting?

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other, one pursed his lips and snickered, the other raised his eyebrows, looking into the distance.

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