"Your father's surname is Ji? But you have never met him?"
"Well..."
When Ji Xiaoman talked about his father, his lively and cheerful face dimmed slightly. Yun Yue saw something was wrong and quickly changed the topic.
"I'm not sure what my uncle is protecting for the Monster Clan. Xiao Man is so cute and sensible, so my uncle must be a great hero!"
"Uncle?"
Ji Xiaoman blinked, but did not interrupt Yun Yue.
"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. I have been with my mother-in-law and grandpa for so many years, and this is how I came here..."
Seeing Ji Xiaoman's old-fashioned and nonchalant look, Yun Yue laughed in his heart, "You don't look that big," but for this little girl who lost her father's love since she was a child, Yun Yue also felt a little more sympathy in her heart.
"Hey! We're here!"
Ji Xiaoman suddenly stopped, rushed up a hillside, looked at the tall building with silhouettes of people not far away, and said with a smile.
"Aniang!"
Ji Xiaoman jumped down the hillside with a flying leap. In a few short steps, he came to the figure in front of the building and flew into the arms of a woman in a white shirt.
"There are friends here, Xiao Man is still acting coquettishly in mother's arms..."
"Xiao Man doesn't care about this. Grandma is Xiao Man's grandma, so Xiao Man has to act like a spoiled brat!"
Ji Xiaoman, on the other hand, remained indifferent and refused to let go. Everyone around him was suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.
"Little miss, even if you want to act coquettishly, you should let the lady receive the guests first..."
Behind the woman in white shirt, a young man in black clothes with Chinese character face laughed.
"Listen to Third Uncle, you come down first, look back at your friends, they are all looking at you..."
The middle-aged man possessed Xiao Man and whispered in his ear. Xiao Man then turned his head slightly and saw Yun Yue and the others who had arrived not far away. His face suddenly turned red and he jumped down and stood dignifiedly beside the woman in white shirt, as if she was not the one holding her mother in her arms just now.
"I've seen Qing Zun..."
Everyone came forward and bowed their hands in salute. Along the way, they knew through Ji Xiaoman that the gentle-looking woman in white clothes in front of them was the contemporary saint Monster Clan.
Qingzun Hu Qing!
"Since we are invited by Hou Zun and friends of Xiao Man, you don't need to be polite."
"Thank you Qing Zun..."
Everyone bowed and thanked you again. The saint is polite to you, but you can't really be rude...
"You all have come a long way, oh, Saint, why don't you let them come with me to rest for a while..."
A young man in pink clothes with a smile on his face and a charming face stepped forward and bowed slightly to salute.
Demon Court Attendant--Wuxin Dieyi.
Hu Qing nodded, then raised his hand softly.
"Please!"
"Holy girl, do you want to greet them in person? Such courtesy, for these, um, outsiders..."
The skinny old man with a withered face wore a gray-green robe slung across his body. He was hunched over and coughed involuntarily while speaking.
"High Priest, you have been following your uncle for more than a hundred years..."
Hu Qing, who was wearing a white shirt, looked into the distance and asked softly, but his tone was full of emotion from memories.
"The saint remembers it carefully. I feel ashamed. I want to follow Master Monster Saint back then. It has been one hundred and twenty-eight years..."
Hearing Hu Qing mention this matter, the high priest Monster Clan temporarily put aside his doubts. Perhaps he also remembered the days when he and Monster Saint fought together one hundred and twenty-eight years ago...
"The only old people who followed my uncle back then are you and Uncle Hou..."
Hu Qing suddenly sounded lonely. Since her uncle, Monster Clan, the last Monster Saint, died, Monster Clan...
"Oh, saint, don't worry. Although Master Monster Saint is passing away, until we old guys go with Master Monster Saint, Monster Clan will not die!"
The high priest's hand on the crutch tightened slightly, and he hunched over and responded softly, but his calm tone was somewhat firm and decisive.
Hu Qing just looked at the horizon and sighed secretly in his heart.
"A stranger comes from afar, Stele Forest moves; the sun and moon shine together, Monster Clan..."
"Alas~"
Hu Qing whispered softly, remembering the prophecy left by his uncle when he passed away. The high priest clearly heard Hu Qing's murmur.
"Huh?"
The high priest suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Monster Inscription Stele Forest, as if chants from eternity were floating in the sky above Monster Valley, the illusory figure disappeared in a flash, and the light and shadow flowed and finally dissipated in the depths of Monster Valley.
"Monster Saint Master..."
"Ying Zun, Hou Zun, Mo Zun..."
"I always feel something is wrong..."
Yun Yue was leaning against the door, tapping his forehead with the folding fan in his hand. He frowned slightly and looked at Yun Zimo, who was sitting quietly cross-legged, and softly expressed his doubts.
This Hu Qing doesn't seem to have much arrogance, but if she is really regarded as a good and harmless saint, they are not enough to be beaten by others with one hand.
"Are you thinking too much? When I came here, I borrowed the Qing Feng in the mountains to look at the Monster Valley, but I didn't see any problems here..."
Yun Qingfeng, who had shrunk to the size of a half-grown child, was half-lying on the beam, frowning slightly to express doubt.
"Intuition!"
"Cut~"
Qing Feng held his head with his left hand, rolled his eyes and sneered, without saying anything, but that look alone made Yun Yue like a kitten with explosive hair, wanting to jump up and knock Yun Qingfeng on the head!
"What's that look in your eyes?!"
"..."
Yun Qingfeng's eyes were mysterious, and there was a hint of a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He said nothing but Yun Yue couldn't help but clenched his fists. White mist gradually rose around him, and his figure was about to turn into an illusory White Dragon with teeth and claws.
"Okay! Regardless of whether there is a problem or not, we must not be careless..."
Yun Zimo mouthed the soul sound, and the soul waves swept through and solidified Yun Yue's illusory figure. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yun Yue with an unhappy face and Yun Qingfeng with an indifferent expression. A bit of helplessness appeared in the eyes that were originally as calm as a deep pool. These two living treasures...
I hope Elf Clan can help them supplement their minds. After all, the real elves are more familiar with the growth of elves...
"Dark Night Forest..."
Yun Zimo Thinking of the sporadic records I saw in ancient books, Dark Night Forest of Far West Lands, the Elf Clan land built by ancient Dou Di, is also the only other world in the mainland that everyone knows about. Although since ancient times, there has never been news that anyone can enter and exit Dark Night Forest at will...
"Am I a little preconceived..."
Dark Night, perhaps because he came from the age of the information explosion, had some preconceptions, and always felt that it was not a good race. He was also vaguely wary of Dao Li's somewhat crazy enthusiasm.
But under his gifted induction, Dao Li really just wants to be close to Yun Yue Yun Qingfeng. This feeling is like, um, maternal love?
Thinking of this, Yun Zimo couldn't help but shook his head, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Yun Qingfeng was too lazy to say anything more to the childish ghost. He turned around and saw that Yun Zimo was starting to look dazed again. He moved slightly and floated to Yun Zimo's side and asked softly with some concern.
Yun Zimo's soul state is getting worse and worse...
"It's okay, I just feel a little restless..."
Yun Zimo suppressed the throbbing in his heart. Recently, his mind has been wandering. He doesn't know why, but it seems that it was after Hengduan happened?
Yun Zimo always thought that the talent he awakened when he broke through Dou Zong was empathy. However, with his in-depth study of the talent, it seems that it is far more than just sensing the emotional fluctuations of others. There are more things that he needs to slowly understand...
"Hi~his~"
Yun Zimo felt the coldness on his wrist, reached out and patted Yun Ming's little head gently to indicate that he was fine.
"You want to go out and have a look?"
Yun Zimo thought about it and decided to let Yun Ming go out and play. After all, he is just a child now.
"Pay attention to your own safety, um... don't kill anyone unless absolutely necessary!"
"Okay!"
At the same time, in a room not far from Yun Zimo and the others, Dao Li and Xiao Yi Xian, who had restored their original images, were chatting in a low voice. Xiao Yi Xian's face was slightly red, and she didn't know what the elf with the twinkling eyes said to her.
"You just care too much about other people's feelings..."
Dao Li stretched out and said softly, his tall and graceful figure immediately on display.
Elf Clan is born with the most perfect body, so when traveling around the mainland, they have to change their body shape and appearance so that they do not look so eye-catching.
Talent·Peering into the heart!
Quietly retracting his protruding soul, Dao Li pretended to be lazy and raised his hand to block the yawn. Xiao Yi Xian's heart was really, a little, um, dark...
Clearing away the negative emotions that were trying to infect the aura of his soul without leaving a trace, Dao Li once again had a childish smile that seemed to be inexperienced in the world.
"Think more about yourself. If you lose yourself, you will really lose everything..."
Dao Li whispered softly, Xiao Yi Xian's complexion changed slightly, but staring at Dao Li's sincere and clear eyes, he slowly let down his guard again.
Interacting with poor people like Xiao Yi Xian, who lost their parents at a young age and suffered many hardships, can only be exchanged for sincerity...
"Dao Li... Dark Night..."
"My uncle once mentioned to me that tens of millions of years have passed since the emperor's fall. Now, apart from the seven who are at the height of their power in Central Plains, there are only those of us scattered across the continent..."
Monster Valley In the center Monster Saint Hall, Hu Qing raised his head to face the moonlight and looked at the mural behind the white jade throne. What was engraved there was the Monster Clan ten thousand year epic!
As the saints of the older generation passed away one by one, these poor races chose to hide from the world, but Dark Elf was born at this time, which really surprised her.
"Although destiny is inevitable, it can give Monster Clan a way to survive after all..."
Looking at the high-spirited Uncle Monster Saint on the mural, Hu Qing was stunned and murmured softly.
Compared with the distant Gu Yao Emperor, Uncle Monster Saint, who led Monster Clan to revive again, is the spiritual leader of their generation and even the future generations, and is also the target of Hu Qing's worship and pursuit...
"Destiny, destiny, cough cough cough..."
Under the bright moonlight, the old, wrinkled face of the high priest became increasingly pale. After repeating two sentences softly, he couldn't help coughing violently. Hu Qing turned around and patted the high priest's stooped body and sighed secretly. The saints from thousands of years ago are no longer here...
In the past ten thousand years, since Dou Di disappeared, the top leaders of all spirits and races have gradually figured out one thing.
It's destiny for people...