Pulao sighed: "On February 2, the dragon raises its head, which is when Yaizhen's energy is at its highest. Among us brothers, Yaizhen has the greatest power, and he and I have always had a grudge. Back then, he secretly made rain for the people of the world, and the people were grateful to him. It is because of kindness that the custom of frying beans on February 2nd came into existence, so on February 2nd, he has the support of the people, which is when his spiritual power increases greatly, and I am afraid that I will not be his opponent at all by then!"
Feng Qingchen frowned. Feng Qianshan had to wait until February 2nd to make a decision. Is it a coincidence?
"I will think of a solution as soon as possible!" Feng Qingchen frowned, there are only a few days until February 2nd!
"The day you recognize your ancestor and return to the sect is the day you unlock the golden dragon phase. Before that, I will abide by my agreement with you and will not appear in front of Huo Feng, but you must also remember my conditions!" Pulao said and disappeared in a flash.
Feng Qingchen stared blankly at Pulao's disappearing figure, her eyes dark.
Another condition!
No matter what the conditions are, he will make arrangements for An Yi, mother and son!
An Yi had a nightmare, dreaming that Feng Qingchen was lying on the battlefield covered in blood, and the swords of everyone around him were inserted into Feng Qingchen's body.
The God of War in the world, who was dressed in black and had black hair, and whose robes were in the wind, was as powerful as chopping bamboo in front of thousands of troops, and who had burned thousands of bones in thousands of miles of wildfire, and had innocent souls and wild ghosts piled at his feet. He died with his eyes open.
"Ah!" An Yi shouted and immediately woke up, lying on the bed covered in cold sweat.
She knows mystical arts, and her dreams must have a reason!
An Yi couldn't help but stretched out his hand, trying to grab Feng Qingchen for some warmth, but there was nothing around him.
An Yi was about to get up and search when he heard the sound of clothes coming from outside.
For some reason, Anyi suddenly closed her eyes and tried hard to regulate her breathing, as if she was still sleeping.
Feng Qingchen came back and lay quietly next to An Yi. She turned sideways and looked at An Yi for a long time before falling asleep.
An Yi knew that Feng Qingchen was extremely alert, but she didn't dare to open her eyes until she fell asleep.
The next morning, An Yi made scallion pancake porridge and looked thoughtfully at Feng Qingchen who was eating with gusto.
Feng Qingchen came back yesterday and had Pulao's aura on him, which An Yi could feel.
She waited for Feng Qingchen to take the initiative to bring it up, but after waiting all morning, Feng Qingchen didn't mention it.
At noon, Feng Qingchen went out in disguise and did not come back all afternoon.
In the afternoon, Feng Lanyu found Anyi.
An Yi had nothing to say about Feng Lanyu, so he didn't want to see her.
But Feng Lanyu sat in the hall and refused to leave, insisting on seeing An Yi.
An Yi had no choice but to go see her.
"Are you finally willing to see me?" Feng Lanyu looked very haggard, with sunken eye sockets. It seemed that she had not been having a good time these days.
Also, it is indeed a bit ironic that after five years of planning to become the mother of a country, she ended up becoming the "holy sister-in-law".
An Yi sat opposite and looked up at Feng Lanyu: "I wonder what the saint wants from me?"
Feng Qingchen knew that "Sister-in-law Saint" was an irritant to Feng Lanyu, so he tried not to expose her sore spots.
But An Yi didn't expect that the words "saint" would still touch Feng Lanyu's nerves.
"Saint? What kind of saint am I? The people of the entire Xiting Kingdom only recognize you as Queen Xifeng, but how can they see me as the first saint? It is you, Queen Xifeng, who unified the eight tribes and improved the quality of the soil. Planting potatoes, chestnuts and mushrooms, now the people only know you, how can I have the position of the first saint? So even if the emperor failed me and the saint dismissed me, no one would say a word for me!"
