"What's the matter? Tell me clearly..."

"It's...it's about the descendants of the Miao family..."

Dingmiao was stunned for a moment: "I? Three months ago...what happened to me?"

If he remembered correctly, he would not have been able to reign as a temple three months ago.

Very simply, how could the matter in the Shrine suddenly involve him?

"..." Angkor's face looked a little strange, and he looked at him calmly: "What I said is the descendant of the Miao family..."

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin stared at the temple with a burning look, with subtle eyes.

And what about the temple?

I didn't understand what they meant at all.

"What's wrong with me? Whether it was three months ago or five months ago... I haven't been to the temple. How could my affairs suddenly appear on your side?"

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin coughed twice, patted his shoulder gently, and lowered his voice.

"Brother, I heard it clearly... what they said was the descendant of the Miao family..."

Dingmiao was confused: "Yes, I heard it, I heard him say that the descendants of the Miao family... Isn't this slim descendant me? But I didn't even have it..."

Feng Chenglin's playful eyes and what he said just now made the temple suddenly realize.

"It's not me... what these people call the descendants of the Miao family, it's not me..."

Hell!

Could it be that there are more than him descendants of the Miao family?!

This sudden news made his head congested instantly, and his ears were buzzing, and his head was so depressed that he couldn't even stand. He staggered for several steps before he could get to the palace gate and barely support his body.

"So, I still have the same tribe alive..."

He suddenly laughed and couldn't wait to open his arms.

"Where is he? Where is my fellow tribe? How many descendants of the Miao family are alive?"

Dingmiao asked anxiously, but Angkor shook his head and shook his head back: "I don't know, I've heard of all this... I don't know what happened... I only know that someone made a big fuss in the temple and let it go... The descendants of the Miao family..."

Let it go?!

Everyone heard the profound meaning of it-

Why let it go?

Of course, it was because before that, someone locked up the descendant of the Miao family.

This ending is not what Ding Temple wants!

"How come... are the descendants of the Miao family imprisoned in the divine palace?"

Ding Temple's eyes and tone made Angkor's heart tremble inexplicably, and he quickly raised his hand and pointed to one side.

"......Then, there are many slaves in the beast city, many of which are descendants of the Miao family... But we didn't know before, we only knew that there were many slaves there. I really don't know about their identities and stories..."

“…”

Angkor's words seemed to be unable to find the breath of Ding Temple.

He breathed heavily, pressed his chest with both hands, as if he couldn't breathe, and his face was terrible.

"How could it be...how could it be?!"

"Ding the temple..." Feng Chenglin kept beside him and found that his expression was indeed wrong. He quickly helped him and asked him to sit down: "Don't be excited, breathe a sigh of relief... Say it slowly..."

However, the temple was not improved at all, but the whole person was trembling.

Even the teeth were trembling.

"Fatty?!" Ling Luoyu waved quietly.

Feng Chenglin's face was a little strange: "...San Young Master, isn't this good?"
Chapter completed!