"Hmph!"
Then Lu Bozhao snorted coldly, releasing all his pressure.
"Witch! Is it true that you can come and leave whenever you want in our Fuyao Palace?"
As he shouted angrily, he suddenly turned his fists into claws and grabbed at Dugu Ruoxue.
At the critical moment!
"Buzz!"
A sword cry echoed through the entire hall.
But he saw a long black and red sword standing between the two of them.
The tip of the sword pointed at Lu Bozhao.
"hiss……"
Although he was stronger than Lu Bozhao, he could only stop subconsciously when he sensed the Ling Ran sword energy.
"You brat! What do you want to do?"
Seeing Feng Wuchen actually drawing his sword against him, Lu Bozhao shouted angrily!
Immediately afterwards, Chu Huaizhen also frowned: "Martial Nephew Wuchen, have you forgotten how we protected you? But today you are going to confront us with swords for this witch?"
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he said this, Feng Wuchen curled the long sword in his hand into a sword flower and turned the sword's edge.
"laugh!"
The next moment, another muffled sound came.
Blood spurts!
"you……"
In everyone's surprised eyes, Feng Wuchen's sword had already cut through his arm with great precision.
There were constant wounds and blood pouring out.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and said: "All the elders of the pavilion are Wuchen's elders, and they even risked their lives to save each other before. Wuchen should keep this feeling in his heart, and he will not dare to confront you with swords! It's just..."
At this point, Feng Wuchen changed the subject, and his tone became more solemn: "It's just that as far as Wuchen is concerned, all the elders are kind to me. Jun Wuxie and Dugu Ruoxue are also kind to me! They are the same.
This time I came to Fuyao Palace, firstly to fulfill my filial piety, and secondly to help me! They are not enemies of Fuyao Palace, let alone sinners. I ask all the elders to put aside their past grudges temporarily for my sake!"
Hearing this, Chu Huaizhen's expression gradually softened: "Martial nephew Wuchen..."
As he spoke, Feng Wuchen slowly raised his hand, and blood slowly dripped onto the ground.
"Masters and uncles! I, Feng Wuchen, pledge my life. If there are any consequences of this matter, I, Feng Wuchen, will take full responsibility!"
As soon as he said this, the entire hall fell silent.
There was only the sound of blood falling to the ground, ticking.
Several pavilion elders in the hall looked at each other and remained silent.
After a long time, Chu Hongxiu came forward: "Several elders, what Feng Wuchen said makes sense! That Jun Wuxie was a disciple of Mr. Mengge after all, so it makes sense for him to return to the palace to visit Mr. Mengge's grave.
Among them, as for Miss Dugu, she is here to help this time, not an enemy, let alone a sinner! Besides, with so many eyes staring at us, we are not afraid of what she can do, right?"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Chu Huaizhen chuckled and went down the steps first: "Forget it! Since my nephew has said so, if we old guys insist on it, it will seem like we don't know how to adapt..."
Lu Bozhao nodded, returned to his seat, and said no more!
At this time, Feng Wuchen looked at Dugu Ruoxue again: "Sister-in-law! You don't need to think too much. Since I came to you, I will not doubt you. Even if I find nothing, I will definitely not blame you!"
Looking at Feng Wuchen's sincere eyes, Dugu Ruoxue actually smiled knowingly, and glanced at Chi Yao with some ambiguity: "Haha... you two brothers, in some aspects, are exactly the same! Whatever... but I just said
What he said is not all out of anger. If it is true that this person's fate has been manipulated according to what you said, the information I can extract may be limited."
Feng Wuchen had already made preparations.
"No problem..."
"..."
After receiving Feng Wuchen's nod, Dugu Ruoxue came
He walked in front of the woman and slowly performed his kung fu.
"Netherworld Divine Art! Dark Moon Soul Refining!"
Under the soul-searching power of the Netherworld, the facial features of the woman in black were instantly distorted.
"ah!" ??
While screaming, runes flashed one after another on his forehead!
"It's the self-destruction rune!"
In an instant, everyone was ready to take action.
But soon, Dugu Ruoxue waved with one hand, and the rune was strangely retracted.
After a moment of stalemate, Dugu Ruoxue's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened: "Junior brother, come here!"
Feng Wuchen stepped forward.
"Snapped!"
Dugu Ruoxue suddenly put her remaining hand between Feng Wuchen's eyebrows.
At that moment, one strange picture after another suddenly appeared in front of Feng Wuchen's eyes, which must have been the memory of that woman sealed in the depths of Destiny.
The woman's memories were like a slideshow, constantly flowing, but Feng Wuchen frowned because there was not much useful information in these memories.
But at a certain moment, the self-destruction rune flashed once again on the woman's forehead.
"Not good! Dark Moon Soul Refining has reached its limit!"
"ah!" ??
The woman in black screamed, and the rune finally exploded.
"Boom!"
At that moment, the kings in the palace took action almost simultaneously, trying to forcibly suppress that power!
"do not come!"
Dugu Ruoxue drank lightly and activated the Netherworld Divine Art again.
"Darkmoon Drain!"
"Wow!"
Then he saw a flash of black light, and not long after, the surging power of the woman in black had been sucked into Dugu Ruoxue's palm, and then passed through her body and turned into heavenly spiritual energy again, dispersing into the world.
And the pictures in front of Feng Wuchen continued to flow, and when the woman's consciousness disappeared,
Last minute.
"Wow!"
All the pictures were shattered and slowly put together, turning into the back of a woman.
The woman was seven feet tall and slim. She was wearing a yellow shirt and looked particularly desolate in the cold wind.
"That is……"
Just as Feng Wuchen's pupils were dilating, the woman had already turned around.
But at that moment.
"Boom!"
The consciousness of the woman in black has completely collapsed, and the scene has completely disappeared.
However, even though it was only a short moment, the woman's features and face were already deeply imprinted in Feng Wuchen's mind.
For a moment, he seemed to be turned to stone, his eyes staring straight ahead, lifeless.
"Junior brother?"
"Master nephew!"
"Brother!"
"..."
Everyone's shouts reached his ears, but Feng Wuchen seemed not to hear them.
At this moment, he instinctively blocked out all external sounds, because all he could think about was the face of the woman in the yellow shirt.
Gradually, in his heart, a memory that had been sealed for many years suddenly opened up!
"Jingle Bell……"
Swinging with the wind chimes.
Deep in a large house, a baby's cry suddenly came.
"Congratulations, head of the family! Congratulations, head of the family! Madam has given birth to a daughter of yours!"
Outside the door, beside the pink and jade-like little boy, a long-haired middle-aged man danced with joy: "Daughter! Hahaha! Daughter! I have a daughter!"
In his excitement, the man did not forget to pick up the boy on the ground and spin him around twice.
"Chen'er... you have a sister! Hahaha! Chen'er is going to be a brother!"
The little boy was not as excited as the man. His face was slightly pale, and he just flicked the wind chime beside him.
Chapter completed!