Chapter 1287 Kasunu no Wife

"Brother Yining, please stop talking."

Fu Yian pulled Fu Yining's sleeve.

Although he also looked unhappy.

But this is an important matter in the clan, and naturally the clan leaders have their say, and they are not allowed to make irresponsible remarks.

After Fu Yining stopped, Fu Shiyi and Mr. Fu looked at each other, with deep worry flashing in their eyes. They didn't know what happened in the past three years.

Right now.

Qilin Mountain's protective array light curtain flashed with ripples.

Sanniang ran out with excitement on her face. When she saw Fu Shiyi, her eyes were red before she could speak. At this time, Sanniang's face was full of vicissitudes of life, her face was as slack as a seventy-year-old old woman, her hair was all white, If you weren't someone close to him, you wouldn't be able to recognize him at first glance.

"Sanniang!"

Fu Shiyi saw Sanniang's appearance.

My heart ached.

He quickly greeted him.

Sanniang was afraid that she would be worried, so when Fu Shiyi checked her body, she quickly explained:

"Eleven, just hope you come back safely. I'm fine. I'm just a little injured. Just take care of yourself. I'll be fine if you take care of yourself. It's the greatest blessing that you can come back safely! I'll take care of you when I see my illness. It’ll be better by half!”

Go over to Sanniang.

Except for the turmoil in the Fu family.

Sanniang also worried about Fu Shiyi's safety every day.

in particular.

After the entrance and exit of the mysterious monster realm were suddenly blocked by a barrier, Sanniang had trouble sleeping and eating.

"Heart pulse damaged?!"

"Sanniang, how could this happen?"

As soon as Fu Shiyi withdrew his consciousness from Sanniang's body, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out a Changliu pill from the storage bag. She had harvested a total of twenty-five fourth-level pills in the secret realm.

but.

Give up what you consume and what you give to your tribe.

There are three Yuan Dan and one Chang Liu Dan left.

Chang Liu Dan can not only promote cultivation but also repair the heart, which is most suitable for Sanniang's injury.

"Eleven, it's a long story."

"You go first to the meeting hall, and the clan leader will explain it to you."

Sanniang gratefully accepted Chang Liu Dan.

I felt even more guilty.

He felt that not only could he not be of help to Fu Shiyi, but he had become a burden.

After sending Fu Shiyi into the meeting hall, she didn't wait for more than a moment. She went to her cave to retreat to heal her injuries. She had to race against time to practice. Only when her cultivation level improved could she give Fu Shiyi the best treatment when he needed her. help.

This conference hall was built on Qilin Mountain.

It was just cut down and piled up from a Tibetan suzuki tree, and it looked like a temporary patchwork at first glance.

In the council chamber.

Fu Zhihong, his twelfth uncle and his thirteenth aunt Nangong were sitting in the three directions of Tiankuan, Disha and Renkun. The three of them were continuously sending true energy to the central formation.

All three of them looked a little pale.

When he saw Fu Shiyi and others, excitement immediately filled his gray face.

"Father!"

Fu Shiyi glanced at the formation platform.

Realized immediately.

The clan has set up this fourth-level formation, but it lacks a fourth-level magic weapon to hold the formation, so they can only rely on the three of them to continuously provide true energy to maintain the operation of the formation.

"Yan'er"

Aunt Thirteen’s full name is Nangong Yan.

This name.

Uncle Thirteen hasn’t called him in nearly two hundred years.

When Uncle Thirteen saw his first wife Nangong Yan, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He hadn't seen her for many years, but he didn't expect that this poor wife had also successfully formed the elixir. After Thirteenth Aunt Nangong Yan successfully formed the elixir, her appearance almost recovered. When I was young, and after going through many vicissitudes of life, I gained even more of an unknown temperament.

For a while.

The sapling in Uncle Thirteen's heart sprouted a touch of green on the withered branches.