Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Yes, Father Emperor." The two responded in unison, and followed the emperor out of the teacher's room. Leng Yetong stood still, and looked back at the bed as if he was asleep in the state, and his brows were lightly locked. Why would he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity? The power on him made her feel familiar.

"Women, what are you thinking? Are you still going?" Baili Momo returned and patted her shoulder with a hand and said indifferently, "Father Emperor, they are all ready to go back. If you don't leave, I'm afraid to wait until It will be able to leave the Emperor's Mausoleum next year. The Emperor's Mausoleum will only be opened during the ceremony. "

"I see, let's go." Take back my thoughts, take a deep look at the Master, and then follow Baili Liumo and turned away from the room. The royal team left Fengmingshan in a haze, and no one dared to say a word on the way back, everyone was serious.

Feng Yan woke up quietly, sitting up forcedly, covering her chest with one hand, her brows froze, seemingly suffering huge pain. Suddenly, the eyes became deeper, and moved the corners of his mouth. The voice was old but strong, "Young man, since he is here, why not show up?"

"It was the blessing curse of the Yan tribe. Are you a Yan tribe?" Beichen Moxuan appeared in the air, his brows froze, a green spirit ball condensed in his hands, his eyes were sinking, and he said quietly, It disappeared thousands of years ago, hidden in the world, why are you here? What is your purpose? "

"The son of Nu Wa?" He felt the source of his strength from the green spirit ball in his hands. Feng Xun gave a slight stun, then shook his head with a smile, and said, "The old man just suffered too much loneliness, So I want to come out and experience the warmth and coldness of human beings, where and for what purpose. "

"Really?" Beichen Moxuan looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to see any flaws in his eyes, but all he saw was the openness and the loneliness deep into the soul. The Yan tribe is the most ruthless race among the five major protoss. There is only an exchange of interests between them, there is no feeling, and there is no mutual help. They even become biological children with a certain purpose. Think about it like this It seems that his loneliness has its source.

"The old man was just tired of Boliang, and wanted to experience the warmth and warmth of people. Here I found the value of my existence." Feng Yan shook his head with a bitter smile and said helplessly. Human relationships, warm and cold need to know, here I divinate for the people, and then get the appropriate respect and care, I like this day. But ... "

"Are you worried about what happened at the ceremony?" Looking at Feng Yan's frown, Beichen Moxuan calmly took over the topic. After Feng Yan nodded, he sighed and said solemnly, " The demon star in your prediction is the Jiuli people, and they have begun to move. "

"Jiuli? Haven't they been out of the news for thousands of years?" Feng Yan said a little surprised, and said with some disbelief, his brows froze, he paused, and continued, "If it is Jiuli, then this time The trouble is big. "

"Well, only once is more difficult." Beichen Moxuan nodded irresistibly. From the day that Jiuli attacked Leng Yetong, it can be seen that their plots have been long and inevitable. The Yan tribe's prophecy is the most accurate and credible among the five major protoss. Even the son-in-law Prophecy Stone he is in charge of is the product of the Yan tribe after the war between gods and demons.