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Chapter 916 Towering Castle Peak (2)

How could people know what Jing Shijialan wanted to hide.

"Then what should we do now?" Wanyan had no idea, only a pair of teary eyes remained.

"There are still two months, and it's the Holy Xuan Festival again, how will he survive?"

When was the last time Wanyan was so at a loss?
It was probably the time when both parents flew into ashes and annihilated in Guanfu.

Speaking of this, Gong Jue Zhanshu also lost his mind at all, and his eyes were red with anxiety.

"The minister is also very worried about this.

With the physical condition of this year, it is very difficult to survive the outbreak of the seal of Ku Zhuan...

I also asked my lord... Your lord just said don't worry, he has his own way..."

"What can he do..." Wanyan said a word, and tears fell.

"His method is to carry it to the death."

Wanyan dug her nails into her palm, trying to regain some calmness with the tingling.

"I asked why he was in such a hurry, just killed Feng Nagi Fu, and then immediately went to rectify the Feng Clan.

I would rather exhaust my resolve, even if I lose my life force, I will have to trap Feng Nagi for 49 days.

He is afraid that when he is unconscious, we will not be able to deal with the harassment from the Phoenix Clan..."

Jing Shijialan, how much do you want to do silently, and how much more do you want to do...

Wanyan muttered to herself, her voice became softer and softer, but her eyes became clearer and brighter.

Gong Jue Zhanshu only saw that when he raised his eyes again, Wanyan's eyes were still red, but the bewilderment in her eyes was gone.

"Guardian Right, this period of time is very special, we must guard the temple well.

Only by guarding the temple can you guard your lord. "

When Wanyan spoke again, the tremor in her voice no longer existed.

After finishing speaking, Wanyan wiped her face with the back of her hand, and wiped away the tears on her face indiscriminately.

"The chaos in the temple has just been pacified, and the holy army has been dispersed and unified, and needs to be reorganized.

You are the person Jing Shijialan trusts the most. If you do this, you must be aware of every soldier in the temple.

Then, you tell the 24 angels to gather all the temple guards immediately and wait for my inspection in front of Wugou Temple tomorrow morning.

In addition, you go to tell the mountain god Kunlun to let him, in the name of Jing Shajialan, notify the patriarchs of all the clans in the temple, and let them go to the Renqing Temple in three days to meet His Majesty. "

After finishing speaking, Wanyan immediately added: "Remember, all patriarchs must be present, and no one is allowed not to come for any reason.

Oh yes, especially Suo Shitong, even if he died, he asked the successor patriarch to bring his body up for me.

What's more, find someone credible to stare at Yue Yu Changxi to death.

Remember, stare at death. "

When Wanyan gave the order, Gongjue Zhanshu looked at her almost in a daze.

From bewildered, heartbroken, to calmly giving orders, Gong Jue Zhanshu has never seen a person's emotions change so quickly.

It's just a matter of wiping away tears.

But soon, Gongjue Zhanshu came back to his senses and realized the importance and seriousness of the matter.

Originally, the Queen of Destiny was not allowed to interfere in government affairs, and the Right Protector was only ordered by the Supreme Lord.

This means that Gong Jue Zhanshu can not listen to Wanyan at all.

But Gongjue Zhanshu hardly hesitated, and blurted out:
"Your Majesty, I understand, let's do it now."

This is Xuan Wanyan.

Why not believe it.

"Okay." Wanyan nodded, "You go, Jing Shijialan is guarded by me, no one can hurt him."

After Wanyan finished this sentence softly, she turned around and entered the Temple of Wugou.

Her figure seemed to be thin and slender, but also covered with a heavy haze.

But after she finished saying this, Gong Jue Zhanshu left with confidence.

Only by handing over his master to this person, can Jue Zhanshu rest assured.

In Wugou Temple, the God of Medicine has already diagnosed Jing Shijialan.

Wanyan didn't need to ask at all, she knew everything just by looking at the face of the God of Medicine Huitu.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go down." Wanyan asked without even asking about the result of the diagnosis, so she screened back from both sides.

The God of Medicine raised his eyes and glanced at Wanyan, then immediately withdrew his gaze, bowed down to salute, and backed away.

Jing Shijialan was still awake, and his breath was so weak that his chest didn't even rise and fall.

Wanyan covered Jing Shijialan with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed watching him lost in thought.

It turns out that a person who is so tall and stalwart, like a green mountain, will sometimes look so weak and fragile.

Like a lotus petal floating on the water.

Jing Shijialan obviously fell into a coma completely, but his brows were still tightly clenched, like a child having a nightmare.

Wanyan's fingers landed between Jingshi Jialan's brows, she gently rubbed his brows, and said softly:

"My lord, you should have a good sleep.

Don't worry, the temple is guarded by me. "

. . .

The dungeon of Fengtian Palace is at the bottom of the abyss, where the sun and the moon are not seen all year round, and a great river passes through the bottom of the valley, so it is dark and humid.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, there are 81 pieces of black iron tied to Feng Nagi.

After taking off the gorgeous clothes, extravagant decorations and decent makeup, the white clothes and a plain-faced phoenix look extraordinarily deserted and delicate, which makes people feel pity.

But it is this weak willow and Fufeng's person, but his face is full of hatred, almost ferocious.

And behind him, there are six bloody holes that cannot be covered by the white clothes.

No matter how frequently the gauze was changed, the wound behind Feng Nagi's back could still turn the clothes bright red all the time.

"Jing Shijialan... Jing Shijialan..."

Feng Naifu's fist was tightly clenched, and he never let go.

Feng Nai Fu obviously did not release the Ziwei Sky Fire, but Feng Nai Fu's eyes were burned into the eyes of flames.

Beside him, Uncle Weng knelt on the ground and repeatedly persuaded:

"My lord, don't get angry. The medical officer said that you must not get angry with this injury."

Feng Nagi turned a deaf ear and asked coldly: "How many days is this deity imprisoned today?"

Uncle Weng lowered his head and said softly: "The second day..."

Feng Nagifu didn't speak, only the sound of teeth shattering.

After a while, Feng Naifu was finally able to speak out from his anger, and ordered in a cold voice:
"Show Feng Naili and the old witch to death, and if they wake up, I will poison them again, and if they are not fainted by the poison, they will be knocked unconscious.

In short, for 49 days, their feet are not allowed to come off the bed! "

"Old servant understands." Uncle Weng replied, "Don't worry, my lord, Feng Nu and Tai Feng Empress are all your people, so you don't need to worry too much.

only……"

Uncle Weng paused, then said cautiously:

"But what if the Heavenly Jade Hall comes to make trouble during this period?"

Uncle Weng didn't mention Jing Shijialan, now these four words are Feng Nai Fu's fatal sensitive point.

"No problem." Feng Nagi calmly said:
"I'm in such a mess, what good can Jing Shijialan get?

(End of this chapter)