The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1553 Five Years
"Besides, don't you still have me? The old man has been a little itchy recently."

"If someone really comes, heh!" The old man sneered, his body was full of breath, and the powerful coercion seemed to shake the ground trembling.

Soon, the news of Leng Wuyou's accident spread throughout the entire imperial capital, and even other cities. Everyone was talking about it, some were worried for him, some were happy, and some brows were furrowed and doubtful. Things are true and false.

No matter what, anyway, because of Leng Wuyou's incident, the emperor once again caused an uproar. Someone also came to test the Leng family. Seeing that the members of the Leng family were still as usual, it seemed that there was no sadness. Now guessing that Leng Wuyou Worry might just be missing temporarily.

As for Leng Wuyou's disappearance, Er Ling was quite happy, after all, there was one less obstacle in the way.

Time flies by, that is 5 years.

The people who were sent to search for Leng Wuyou in 5 years did not gain anything, and other forces that had settled down were also ready to move.

The imperial study room.

Yu Wenhuang stood in front of the window and looked at the scene outside, his eyes were deep, "Clan elder, the emperor is afraid that he will be in chaos again, is it true or not that Leng Wuyou disappeared from the Leng family? Is he dead or alive? "

Even after five years, Emperor Yuwen still had some doubts about Leng Wuyou's disappearance.

"Your Majesty, no matter what, let's not interfere with this cold family matter." The long-browed old man stroked his snow-white beard with a serious tone.

Although Yu Wenhuang nodded in agreement, he had a little thought of his own.

Wait a minute, if after another five years, Leng Wuyou doesn't show up again, then the Leng family shouldn't blame him...

Yuwenhuang lowered his eyelids to cover the flashing dark light in his eyes.

In the passage connecting the heavenly world and the worldly world, there was a young man who passed by at an extremely fast speed. He was dressed in red and fluttered in the wind, making a beautiful arc.

A group of black-clothed warriors chased after him wildly, each of them was ferocious, and the spirit beast sitting down also bared its teeth and claws, extremely powerful.

"Damn thief, stop." The leader was wearing iron armor, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the long sword in his hand was glowing with a cold light. The war horse under his crotch had wings, and the horse's tail was burning fiercely.

People on both sides of the passage saw this group of people fleeing in all directions, their eyes were full of horror.

"Oh my god, the holy armor guards of the holy pavilion, how many years haven't seen them dispatched, who are they chasing?"

Among the fleeing crowd, some people's eyes widened and they exclaimed.

"I don't know, I just felt a blur in front of my eyes, and a red shadow passed by. Could they be chasing that red shadow?"

"Keep your voice down. If those Holy Armor Guards hear you, you won't get me involved. You don't want your life, but I still want it."

There was a young man next to the person who spoke, and he gave him a dissatisfied look.

The man was embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose, and smiled along with him.

And the Holy Armored Guards who were chasing one person madly in front, took all the conversation behind them into their ears. In normal times, as long as they heard someone dare to talk about the Holy Armored Guards behind their backs, they would directly cut off their heads. Yes, but they obviously don't have that much effort now.

"Today, whoever catches that little thief first, I'll ask the Pavilion Master to ask for your merits, a Nirvana Pill."

As soon as the leader in iron armor said this, the eyes of the armored guards behind him all lit up, and they swallowed salivatingly, as if they hadn't eaten for hundreds of years.

"Follow the captain's order." A hundred or so people shouted in unison, giving off the aura of thousands of troops, and it almost convinced everyone in the corridor.

"I really want to be a Saint Armor Guard, but it's a pity." A young man hiding on both sides of the corridor looked at the Saint Armors with a glint of envy and unconcealable loss in his eyes.

"Is it just you who think about it? Don't you think about it, old man?" An old man with half-white hair and a stooped figure beside him also had a look of envy.

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