"Grandpa, what are you talking about? What about marriage? Peng Zhan and I are just friends. He was in trouble, so I brought him to you for help." Ye Xiaowu argued loudly with a red face.
But Ye Mo naturally knows Ye Xiaowu very well, even better than Ye Xiaowu herself. Being able to bring someone back shows that in her heart, Peng Zhan is more important than her own life.
But the body language of the two people showed that they had not yet reached the level of lovers, which made Ye Mo let out a long sigh of relief.
"Xiao Wu, no matter whether you had feelings for him before or not, from now on, you must cut off your love and even show disgust and disgust towards her." Ye Mo whispered to Ye Xiao Wu.
"Why? Peng Zhan is very good!" Ye Xiaowu retorted in confusion.
"If you want him to leave Ailao Mountain alive, this is the only way." Ye Mo said very seriously.
"I will leave with him." Ye Xiaowu said firmly. She had no idea what Ye Mo meant by these words.
"Silly girl, you can't get out. Once you come back, you can't get out again. I originally wanted you to stay outside for a while, why are you so anxious to come back?" Ye Mo looked at her with doting eyes. Looking at Ye Xiaowu, there is an inexplicable sadness in her eyes.
"Huh, I don't care. I'm going out. Grandpa, you can go out with me. It's so fun outside, and there are...there are many beautiful old ladies outside."
"Xiao Wu, you go back and prepare some jam and dried meat. I'll take Peng Zhan for a walk." Ye Mo said to Ye Xiao Wu righteously.
Ye Xiaowu hesitated for a moment, waved her little hand, and left quickly with a little anger.
After Ye Xiaowu left, Ye Mo sighed heavily.
Peng Zhan knew that he must have something important to say to him.
Seeing that Ye Mo was hesitant to speak, Peng Zhan hurriedly said: "Grandpa, it's okay for you to say whatever you have to say."
"Peng Zhan, do you think this place is like a paradise, free from the world?"
"No, because when I walked through the white mist, I felt many pairs of malicious eyes staring at me."
"Damn, these bastards are getting more and more unscrupulous." Ye Mo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but uttered a curse word in a low voice, which was very inconsistent with his fairy appearance.
"Who are they?" Peng Zhan asked quickly. He could see that Ye Mo was angry because he had nothing to do with those guys.
"My ancestor was the national counselor of Yelang Kingdom. King Yelang was killed. My ancestor fled to Ailao Mountain with King Yelang's only flesh and blood. Of course, he was accompanied by a group of warriors who followed his ancestors."
Ye Mo did not answer Peng Zhan's words, but told his own story.
"At that time, there were already a large number of hermits in Ailao Mountain. They were all Taoists. Although their skills were far stronger than ours, they were unwilling to start a dispute with us."
"They chose to give us their territory and taught us some skills to hide the truth here from the world."
"At the beginning, we were united and worked hard to govern, hoping that one day we could rebuild the Yelang Kingdom. However, as the big man became stronger than we imagined, we completely stopped thinking about it."
"The most important thing is that as the older generation passes away, the new generation does not have a very strong hatred for the country's subjugation."
"Hatred will not disappear. They quickly shifted from feelings of family and country to internal disputes. Within a few years, this place became a mess."
"Although the new Yelang King is still there, his dominance is not enough to convince the public. If his ancestors had not strongly supported him, he might have been replaced by others."
"Later, various parties began to compete for territory here. After hundreds of years of fighting, three mountains and seventeen peaks were finally formed, with a total of twenty forces. At the beginning, my ancestors occupied the largest mountain, which is now Tai Chi Mountain.”
"As the co-owner, King Yelang actually has no territory of his own. He is like an old man who is disliked by his children. He takes turns living in these peaks on a monthly basis."
"In order to obtain the orthodox bloodline, these peak masters sacrificed their daughters to King Yelang one after another. As a result, King Yelang, who is known as the most useless one, has the happiest life and has dozens of children."
"When there are too many of anything, it becomes less valuable. If any mountain has the flesh and blood of several Yelang Kings, it will naturally maintain the original situation."
