Martial God Prince

"That's right, so now he should be hiding in the dark to observe. Let's stabilize him for the time being. It's not too late to start again when the Dragon comes back." Leng Mufeng said.

Yun Feiyang said: "now it can only be like this. By the way, what did Guangshan say to you? Does the sudden return of the dragon in the sky have something to do with the great monk?"

"When the time is ripe, I will naturally tell Shifu that we should still think about what to do with the ghost king after we catch him." Leng Mufeng said with a clear mind.

He did not know that at this time Yan Wuji had quietly left Badu County, passed through SHANGUAN, disguised as a refugee and entered the territory of Canglong empire.

Yan Wuji doesn't know if Leng Mufeng has found his identity, but he can be sure that Leng Mufeng comes with pangolin to test him. In this case, he did not dare to stay in Badu County, entered the territory of Canglong Empire and came to the direction of Shenlong city.

As he was on his way, he gradually broke away from the ranks of refugees and finally came to a deserted mountain. He took off his disguise and soared into the air. He seems to be deliberately controlling the time, in an evening, came to the outskirts of the dragon city.

Outside the Dragon City, tents were set up to accommodate refugees who had fled. Some of them were lying on the ground. Although it was evening, there was still a lot of people here.

Yan Wuji noticed that the forbidden army of the dragon city was here to maintain order. He could not help but scold secretly. He has thrown away the refugees' clothes, which will soon attract the attention of the refugees and the forbidden army.

Yan Wuji had no choice but to look around and quietly came to a middle-aged man with a similar figure.

This middle-aged man, a family of four, is nestling outside a tent, looking at the stars all over the sky. He is holding his two sons, and his wife is gently leaning on his shoulder, murmuring.

Yan Wuji came near and bowed his hand and said, "excuse me, brother."

The middle-aged man was telling a story for his child. Wen Yan stopped, turned to look at Yan Wuji, looked at him in surprise and asked, "brother, you're welcome. What can I do for you?"

"I didn't have time to change my clothes when I fled. This royal dress caused me a lot of trouble all the way. Seeing that we are about the same size, I want to ask my brother for a coat. Is it convenient?" Yan Wuji asked.

The two boys in the middle-aged man's arms turned their heads and looked at Yan Wuji. Their four bright eyes flashed like stars in the sky.

"Why not? We are all refugees. We should help each other." Said the middle-aged man, looking at his wife.

His wife gently got up, got into the tent behind him, took out a long shirt and gave it to Yan Wuji: "this is the only one left. It was just washed yesterday. Please accept it if you don't dislike it."

"Thank you, madam!" Yan Wuji says in a hurry, in the heart don't know why suddenly surge a wonderful clear mood.

Although the real Yan Wuji was dead, all his memories were inherited by the ghost king, just as lengmufeng inherited all the memories of the ancient style.

Although she is on the run, the sight of her family nestling together and her father's benevolence and mother's kindness still touches Yan Wuji's memory.

Yan Wuji was born in the royal family, which is both his luck and his misfortune. Since childhood, he has never experienced the taste of family affection. In order to protect himself and climb up, he has become extremely cold-blooded. Everyone and everything has to go through cold calculation.

In the end, in order to completely protect his country, he will kill all his brothers and sisters at one go, but I don't know whether he has not been completely reduced to calculation, or for some reason, let go of Yan who pretends to be crazy and stupid.

Every night when he and Yan can't "have a good drink", looking at his "silly and stupid" cousin, Yan Wuji's heart is filled with unspeakable bitterness. Is all this what he wants? Maybe god punished him. After giving birth to more than ten princesses in a row, he suffered from a hidden disease and was no longer able to bear children.

All around the noisy sound, yanwuji from memory to reality, at this time he is holding a although old, but very clean clothes.

The woman stood behind the middle-aged man and looked at him anxiously. Seeing Yan Wuji's recovery, she asked in a soft voice, "is your adult OK?"

"Uncle, don't be afraid. The ghosts can't fight here." A little boy hiding in the arms of a middle-aged man, flashing a pair of big eyes to comfort Yan Wuji.

These are the people of Shenji empire! Yan Wuji got the upper hand again. He took a look at the middle-aged man and gave him a ingot of gold and several ingots of silver: "take care of your family!"

Then he turned and left in a hurry. He worried that when the ghost King's consciousness occupied the body, it would be bad for the family.

The middle-aged man looked at Yan Wuji's back in surprise and moved his eyes to the gold and silver in his arms.

Yan Wuji didn't go far, and the ghost King occupied the body again. With a cold hum, he turned to look at the middle-aged man's family. At this time, a group of forbidden troops were patrolling there, so he had to turn and leave.

Put on clothes, Yan Wuji smoothly into the city, in the labyrinth of general streets and alleys in the rapid progress, unexpectedly is very familiar with the dragon city.When she came to a huge courtyard, Yan Wuji took a look around. It was dark all around. There was no pedestrian, so she came in.

There is no one in the yard, only a room with an oil lamp as big as soybean, jumping gently.

Yan Wuji came straight here, and "creak" pushed the door and flashed in. Sitting in front of the oil lamp, a thin old man slowly turned his head.

If Leng Mufeng is here, he will be surprised. This old man is very similar to Lin Menglong, the owner of the three families in Shenlong city. The only difference is that Lin Menglong has a fat head and big ears, while the old man is extremely thin.

Seeing Yan Wuji, the old man who was very similar to Lin Menglong flashed a ray of surprise in his eyes. He immediately got up and said, "I've seen the king!"

"What happened to the bald ass?" Yan Wuji asked directly.

"He has won the" grass "of our GUI clan, and it won't be long." The old man replied in a low voice.

Yan Wuji was obviously relieved: "is it your own hand?"

"Yes, my Lord. Those two old ghosts are too timid. Besides, their subordinates don't believe them. "

"Well, that's good, but we can't wait any longer. We need to end the bald ass's life at once." Yan Wuji said.

The old man was obviously stunned: "what happened? The king can wait a few days. Why take the risk to go to Tianyuan temple? "

"I heard from long zaitin that Guangshan bald donkey seemed to have some mission on him. While long zaitin was still in Badu County, we took his life first. At that time, the dragon in the sky, cold Mufeng will certainly have a person to return, we take the opportunity to kill another, then the Terran is no longer our opponent of the GUI Yan Wuji said with a flash of fierce light in his eyes.