"There is one more thing you must know!" Yun Ni said in a deep voice, "I have in my hands not only the coffins of Feng Xiu Leng and Feng Qianqian, but also Yin Xiang. Yin Xiang is one of the sacrificial maidens of the Eighteenth Festival. , If I hadn’t been her master, raised her since she was a child, and had a spiritual connection with her, I wouldn’t have been able to enter the dungeon set by Hua Ci’er and take Yin Xiang away silently.”
An Yi raised his eyes and saw that there was a sacrificial girl on Yun Ni's hand? That means Hua Ci'er hasn't gathered enough for the eighteen sacrifices yet?
"Now I give you three days, which can be regarded as giving you time to say goodbye to your beloved man and a pair of children. As long as you are willing to hand over Linglong's body, I will naturally kill Yin Xiang, and that Hua Ci'er will never be able to move. Eighteen sacrifices. If you are still stubborn, then I would rather disappear with this Xiqi continent than bury you, your man and your children!" Yun Ni smiled scornfully, turned around and jumped out of the window.
An Yi was stunned, what a difficult choice it was, but now, it seemed that she had to choose.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yanran's voice sounded in An Yi's ears.
An Yi finally came back to his senses.
"Madam, are you feeling unwell?" Qin Yanran asked with concern.
An Yi shook his head, stood up quickly and asked, "Is the Emperor back?"
Qin Yanran shook her head.
The man didn't come back, which means Feng Shisan didn't show up...
An Yi sat in a daze, feeling indescribable in his heart. He didn't know if he would be able to see Feng Shisan for three days.
Little Lanfu opened her eyes and looked puzzled at An Yi who crawled onto her little bed in the middle of the night.
"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, I can sleep by myself!" Three-year-old Lan Fu sat up with her chubby little body and looked at An Yi with disgust.
An Yi stretched out his hand, pulled her down, and whispered: "I just remembered that I haven't put you to sleep properly since you were a child. Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"
When the little bluebird heard this, she quickly shook her head: "Mom, please don't sing, I hate lullabies! I can fall asleep quickly!"
Little Lanfu was afraid that Anyi would start singing, so she quickly closed her eyes.
Anyi sighed, turned sideways, and gently patted Little Lanfu's back with one hand.
For an hour, or two hours, An Yi didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to stare at little Lanfu's chubby face.
If she doesn't think of a way within three days, maybe she really has to leave here. By then...
Anyi reached out her hand and caressed little Lanfu's face reluctantly.
Suddenly, Little Lanfu opened her eyes. The deepness and darkness in her eyes were completely different from the look of disdain for Anyi just now. It startled Anyi and quickly took her hand back.
"Mom, do you have something to tell me?" Little Lanfu asked seriously.
An Yi thought for a while, although little Lanfu was only a three-year-old child on the surface, he might have some good ideas!
An Yi wanted to speak, but saw Little Lanfu suddenly closing her eyes and falling asleep again.
An Yi was startled and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was Little Lanfu talking in his sleep just now?
For such a big thing, she actually placed her hope on a child. It seemed like she was really desperate!
An Yi stretched out her hand, hugged Little Lanfu's fleshy body, kissed her again and again, and couldn't help but sing the lullaby her grandma sang to her when she was a child, "Shake, shake, rock to Grandma's Bridge, Grandma's Bridge is so good grandmother……"
The sleeping little bluebird seemed to have had a good dream, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up.
