Ten Fiancees Who Retired at the Beginning

"Senior, please speak."

Feng Lin laughed.

"Listen to what you said, you shouldn't belong to Li Heten's side, why did he let you send letters?"

Wen Wuquan asked suspiciously.

"He asked my friend to deliver the letter, but he didn't know that this friend has a better relationship with me."

Feng Lin said with a smile.

"Understood."

Wen Wuquan nodded, took out the black box from his body, and took out the white paper inside.

"Do you want to know what's up there?"

Wen Wuquan shook the white paper, "The reason why he didn't call and tell me is because there is a picture on it, and it's too troublesome to describe it in words."

"A picture?" Feng Lin frowned.

Wen Wuquan nodded, "It's about the apocalypse, I won't tell you what it is."

"Apocalypse? Is he going to reach out to Apocalypse?"

Feng Lin asked in disbelief.

"Don't ask me what he's going to do, I won't tell."

Wenwuquan paused, "But about Tianqi, I can tell you something."

"Senior, please speak."

Feng Lin immediately surrendered.

"Popular understanding, four words, the gods come."

Wen Wuquan was lying on the chair, smiling and narrowing his eyes.

"Senior, I don't understand."

Feng Lin was full of doubts.

Not only him, but also Ellen on the side.

"Have you heard of the Yin-Yang Crusade?" Wen Wuquan asked.

"Of course."

Feng Lin nodded.

"Have you seen their looks?" Wen Wuquan continued to ask.

"I have seen them. Their faces are the same as ours. To be precise, they are all our eastern faces."

Feng Lin recalled the people he had met.

Luo Shenyan, Sikong Jin, and an unknown strong man.

"There are also these people in the Western world, and they all come from different sides."

Wenwuquan paused and explained, "In popular understanding, the apocalypse is under the control of such a person."

"what?"

Feng Lin's eyes widened.

However, in addition to being shocked, he also felt that this was normal.

Strength is capital.

With the combat power of the Yin-Yang Crusaders, they can indeed conquer them.

"It's the same with the Holy See."

Wen Wuquan continued, "To sum up, the more people in any place believe in God, the greater the chance that they will be controlled by this group of people."

"So this is the coming of the gods?"

Feng Lin laughed along, Luo Shenyan and these people claimed to be descendants of gods.

In a sense, she is also considered the coming of God.

"In a small and barren place, people who are rushing from different places don't look down on it. Speaking of which, the only pure land they covet is Huaxia."

Wen Wuquan whispered softly.

"Why? Are you Chinese people special?" Ellen asked aside.

"Ha! Because the descendants of Yanhuang are very precious to inheritance, and they have guardians who are passed down from generation to generation."

Wen Wuquan opened his eyes and looked directly at the sun in the sky, "As far as I know, the guardians of Yanhuang have only changed three or four generations so far."

"Three or four generations? Senior, on average, didn't they live for thousands of years?"

Feng Lin asked in disbelief.

"Yes, the guardians are very mysterious, one-to-one, they guard a mysterious Jedi from generation to generation."

Wen Wuquan smiled bitterly, "They never care about human battles, but when the so-called gods spy on this land, he will take action."

"Senior, why are you so clear?" Feng Lin asked strangely.

"Because... I have heard his voice."

Wen Wuquan said this, his eyes flashed a hint of despair and helplessness, "Hundreds of years ago, Yilian Ruiliu launched an attack, and a person's voice reached my ears."

hundreds of years ago?

Feng Lin and Ai Lian looked at each other, and the person in front of them was indeed immortal.

"His voice, along with the power he radiated, was clearly transmitted, which made me, who was sharp-edged at the time, feel hopeless."

Wen Wuquan covered his eyes with one hand, "I admit, I'm cowardly, I'm afraid, I can't even think about subverting Yanhuang and reviving Jiuli, I! I'm ashamed of my ancestors!"

Speaking of which, the old man Wen Wuquan actually burst into tears.

"Senior, what did that voice... say?"

Feng Lin couldn't believe it. With just one voice, the Jiuli master of the fighting race was frightened into such a state.

"He only said eight words."

Wen Wuquan whispered, "This is Yanhuang, the gods and demons stop."

Feng Lin's heart was shocked, and he felt that his blood was boiling.

grandma's!

So arrogant!

This is the descendant of Yanhuang!

What gods and demons, high above, do not seek blessings for Yan Huang.

Then get off!

Feng Lin looked at Wenwuquan who was weeping, and sighed to himself.

If he hadn't been so frightened at the beginning, he would be the ancestor of the Jiuli tribe.

This is not the case with the Jiuli people, with all kinds of divisions and withering talents.

There is an old ancestor town, which really works.

"Senior, are you still thinking about revenge?" Feng Lin asked, "Have you ever thought about coexistence? Limin of the people of Limin can represent the people of Chiyou."

"Chi Ling and Chi Jinghong, since they are on your side, does it prove that they intend to coexist?" Wen Wuquan asked.

"Not bad! After so many years, they are also tired, and the people of the Jiuli tribe must be the same."

Feng Lin nodded.

"Li Heantian is a very thoughtful child. I decided to stand behind him to make up for my cowardice back then."

Wen Wuquan smiled freely, "Although I know that we will end in failure in the end."

"Senior, why bother?"

Feng Lin smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Needless to say, I can feel relieved to know that a new generation like Wen Mo can live happily."

Wen Wuquan waved his hand gently.

"Senior, what do you think of Youqin Solo?"

Feng Lin asked suddenly.

"I'm not familiar with it, I need to take another look at his actions after that."

Wen Wuquan shook his head.

"Thank you for your advice, Li Heantian's enemy in Xiafenglin."

Feng Lin smiled and cupped his hands.

"You're a good boy. You saved Wen Mo's life. In the future, if you get into a dead end, I will help you once again."

Wen Wuquan waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll play mahjong in a while."

"Farewell."

Feng Lin pulled Ai Lian and turned to leave.

Wen Wuquan threw the white paper on the ground, and black slowly flowed from his body.

Black like a liquid, spread on the white paper.

Then, he snapped his fingers gently, and the black liquid turned into black smoke and disappeared.

But on the white paper, there is black.

These blacks are intertwined to form a very complex pattern.

...

Feng Lin drove Wuling Hongguang and took Ai Lian away.

Halfway through, Feng Lin turned into the path again.

Now that you have come to the Central Plains, let's go to Feng Jedi's side to have a look.

I don't know if it's back.

Driving to Fengjia Village, Feng Lin didn't go anywhere, and went directly to Feng Jedi's house.

Found that there are two breaths here.

"Definitely come back."

After Feng Lin got out of the car, he glanced at Ai Lian, "This is my grandfather's house, please be polite."

Ellen nodded.

"Father!"

Feng Lin pushed the door open.

"Boy, how do you know I'm back today?"

Feng Chen walked out of the living room with a cigarette in his mouth.

PS: Begin to pave the way for different flows.