The Regent's Agent Mengfei

Chapter 399 It’s Really Dark (1)
"Master, Uncle, I think we should hurry up."

Gong Ziyu's pace quickened a bit. If they didn't move faster, some people would really be unable to hold on. It seems that their goals are all the same. How could they fall into the path of others? In the hands, especially the guy who wants to spoil the situation!
The Weeping Blood Phoenix Road is connected to the blood of the two personalities of Gong Ziyu. When Brother Zhuzi resists his other personality, Gong Ziyu himself will suffer backlash if he fails. What's more, he uses the Weeping Blood Phoenix Road instead of the master's Phoenix. After using it for a month, the wear and tear was too great. Before he could walk two steps, he could no longer support himself, and he was half kneeling on the ground.

"fox!"

Fengyue was so startled that she immediately stopped by his side, because of Brother Zhuzi's spiritual power, she could clearly see the winding blood at the corner of Gongziyu's mouth. Although he was holding on, anyone could see that, His impact was not small.

"Master, we can still hold on. You are good at Qimen Dunjia and poisonous gas downstairs. Leave me alone and hurry up. Otherwise, time will really be too late."

Gongziyu was a bit reluctant to speak, but Fengyue couldn't ignore the firmness in her eyes. She shook Gongziyu's hand with her backhand and took Ji Yin's hand. Down.

Perhaps because of relying on miasma and enchantment, the Qimen Dunjia here is an entry-level player. Even a novice player like Fengyue, after taking a few steps with Ji Yin, can guess exactly what to do. How to walk without falling into the astray.

Hua Xiangran brought Jiang Wu in to inquire about the miasma inside before, and Fengyue probably knew what it was. When concocting the antidote, she specially added the ancestral gold powder of the Feng family into the solution.

"Who, who is there?"

In the depths of the deep darkness, there came a deep voice, a little tired, but with unyielding stubbornness, Fengyue and Ji Yin were both stunned, this voice was almost exactly the same as the Yu Lingfeng they had seen, only this voice , seems to be more vicissitudes.

"Uncle, you go first, I'll sprinkle the antidote around here."

Fengyue could see the anticipation and eagerness in his eyes, after all, it might be her own father, so don't be nervous.

Ji Yin held her hand tightly, as if worried that she was alone, but Fengyue pushed him back, "Don't worry, who am I, detoxification is my best skill!"

He stopped insisting, and walked towards the line of defense of the voice. The light below gradually became clear with Fengyue's antidote. After walking for a short time, he saw a man sitting powerlessly against the wall. He couldn't see his face clearly, the clothes on his body were not dirty, even the style was the latest, it seemed that he didn't lack the necessary food and clothing.

What really suffocated Ji Yin was the folding fan in his hand, with a white base, orange chrysanthemums, elegant lowercase letters, and clear splashes of ink. That folding fan was often mentioned by the mother and concubine. The character, the lower script, is beautiful and flexible, with a strong bookish atmosphere, and it seems that no one can write it except his mother and concubine.

Therefore, the person in front of him is really... his royal father, and his concubine's conjecture was not wrong.

Yu Lingfeng finally raised his head. He looked at Ji Yin shallowly, but he didn't feel as cold as before. On the contrary, he got used to it pretty well. He even teased, "Are you new here?"

What's more, his eyes were bright. Ji Yin looked at the familiar face, the face he had seen countless times, but was so shocked that he couldn't say anything anymore. There is no restraint, but judging from his performance, he knows that his lute bone has been pierced, and the tendon of his right hand and right foot has been broken.

When he was young, he asked his mother and concubine to tell him the story of his father countless times. The father in that story was the object of his admiration since he was a child, but now, except for the integrity in his eyes that still looks down on the world, , he can no longer even see Yu Lingfeng who was in the bloody battlefield back then.

"Father...my son, my son is late, please forgive me!"

He knelt heavily, and for the first time, he couldn't even finish his sentence well. He felt a little resentful towards himself for a moment. He once hated Yu Lingfeng, but he didn't expect that he hated the wrong one after all. Man, how much his father cried here, he didn't even know it.

"Father, you, who are you?" There was some light in Yu Lingfeng's eyes. Before he was put under house arrest by his own younger brother, Yu Wujiang and Yu Wujian had already been born, so the remaining one, his eyes suddenly After a while, he became a little eager, "Yes, is that girl from the Feng family's child?"

He didn't even dare to say the name of the imperial concubine directly, for he was afraid that this was just a dream that would be disillusioned too quickly.

When Ji Yin was about to answer, a copper plate was quickly wrapped around Yu Lingfeng's wrist. He recognized that it was Fengyue's silk, and the next moment, she was already squatting in front of him, "Uncle, you It's better to wait a while to catch up with the father-in-law, we are running out of time."

She raised her backhand, and the copper plate was wrapped around her own hand. Her fingers quickly found Yulingfeng's pulse gate. Her brows were slightly wrinkled. If she didn't hurry up, she was really afraid that their dead fox would go to Huangquan Road up.

"Father, this is my wife, she has a slightly more lively personality." Ji Yin explained briefly, and looked at Fengyue worriedly, "How is it, Yue'er, is it serious?"

"Well, but I can't let you stay here anymore, the humidity is too high, and it will take too much damage to your body."

As she said, she took out a small water-blue box from her arms, and fed the pill to Yu Lingfeng, "Uncle, you take your father-in-law up, and I will take the fox up later, hurry up!" Nah."

Fengyue pointed to the white mist that had already descended a bit. They all knew that if they didn't go out, Brother Zhuzi would not be able to hold on anymore. Ji Yin nodded, and the two of them had a clear division of labor, and quickly returned to the exit of the dungeon.

With a wave of his sleeve, Young Master Yu put the Weeping Blood Huangtu back into his sleeve, "Master, poof..."

His body fell down involuntarily. Seeing him vomiting blood, Fengyue couldn't help but turn pale with shock, "Fox!"

Fengyue supported the falling Gong Ziyu with one hand, but she didn't want her body to be tottering, and her headache was severe, as if it was about to explode.

"Yue'er?" Ji Yin was startled, and stretched out her left hand to catch Fengyue's falling body.

"My lord, the master and the fox are in a contract of blood. Therefore, if the fox is injured, the master will of course be affected." Brother Zhu supported himself and walked a few steps closer. Recruited his subordinates to take Yu Lingfeng from Ji Yin's hands, met his still worried eyes, and couldn't help sighing, "My lord, it's definitely not good for me to attend the banquet in the palace now that the master is like this, the emperor and the master will leave it to you." Subordinate."

(End of this chapter)