Feng Jiu took out the medicine and cloth strips from the space, and while helping him with medicine to stop the bleeding, he blamed him: "So, don't you know that you will hurt your hands like that? I still have to worry if you hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry." Xuanyuan Moze said apologetically, and he had already recovered.

He watched Fengjiu bandage his hands and cleaned the things on the table by Leng Shuang. Then he looked at the monk: "If what you said is true, what is the way to crack it? There is a way to crack it in every disaster, and it will never be gone."

The monk looked at him, was silent for a while, but shook his head: "I am powerless and don't know how to break this disaster. After all, what I know is limited."

Feng Jiu held Xuanyuan Moze's hand and put it down. After looking at him, he looked at the monk and said, "Even if what you said is true, you should know that I am not from this world, and I can come here and become the monarch of the world here. What else can we not do?"

Her eyes moved aside and fell on the two children, saying, "Since they are born, they are the lives that already exist in this world. Even if they have to go through eighty-one difficulties, I believe that one day they will grow from disasters like us and become stronger!"

Listening to her words, Xuanyuan Moze's heart gradually calmed down. Yes, wasn't he and her coming step by step? Although they were the destiny of Emperor and Fengxing, the suffering they experienced over the years was beyond imagination by others. They also broke through disasters again and again, grew from disasters, and became powerful today!

Their children inherited their powerful bloodline, and this is true!

After the monk put away the things, he said goodbye to both of them: "You two, there will be a date later."

Fengjiu stood up and said, "I'll give it to the master! Please." She said, making a gesture of invitation.

The monk turned around and walked out with Fengjiu.

When he arrived outside the gate, the monk stopped and said, "Donor, let's send it here!"

"Be careful on the road of the master." Feng Jiu said.

"Amitabha." The monk put his hands together, looked at Fengjiu with a steady attitude, and said, "The donor is a blessed person, and he often has noble people to help him in his destiny. The same is true for the donor's two children. When he is born, he will be blessed by strong people from all walks of life. As long as they can meet noble people in their destiny, they will definitely turn bad luck into good luck."

"Thank you for your good words, Master." Feng Jiu thanked.

The monk nodded slightly before then he turned around and left.

Seeing the monk's figure disappearing from sight, Feng Jiu then withdrew his gaze and murmured: "Will someone be the destined to be a noble person? Who would it be?" She sighed in her heart and turned around and walked inside.

When she arrived at the main courtyard inside, she saw Xuanyuan Moze holding his daughter in his arms while coaxing her son in the small bed with her raid, she walked up and said, "Don't worry too much. Sometimes people's calculations are worse than God's calculations. Many things have not happened yet, and no one knows what will happen."

She picked up her son in the small bed and said, "You and our children are so elves and cute. Even if they are in trouble, they will definitely turn bad luck into good luck."

"Well, I know." Xuanyuan Moze responded, thinking that he would strengthen their protection from today and try to avoid danger.
Chapter completed!