"What the Lord God Envoy means is that Lord Thunderbird..."

The atmosphere was deathly silent, and the words spoken from Shangshang Zhaoyue's mouth shattered the views of this group of Heguan people who had worshiped the thunderbird for generations and used him as their totem.

"The Lord is transcendent, feeds on the elements of heaven and earth, and swallows the spiritual energy of the sun and moon to make a living. How could he have the opportunity to do things like eating living beings and offering sacrifices that corrupt heavenly virtues?" he said, pretending to be angry. "You are promoting this kind of living sacrifices."

, which is destroying my Lord’s practice!”

"This, this...then, what the Lord God Envoy means..." Even the oldest elder was speechless at this time. This was due to the gap in knowledge. Shangyue Zhaoyue kept raising the thunderbird,

The image of the thunderbird in the minds of these purely imaginary Heguan people became clearer and clearer, making it even more difficult for them to act rashly.

"But...according to your opinion, this child will often meet with our Lord at the perch this year?" His tone softened slightly, and the elder did not dare to neglect, and asked quickly, "Yes, it is also because of this that we

I think Lord Thunderbird needs A Chang as a sacrifice."

"In that case, there must be something special about the child that attracts the Thunderbird," he pondered for a moment, waved his sleeves and said, "Call the child over and I will ask him personally."

"Okay, A Niu, go and call A Chang!"

"oh oh!"

A sturdy young man immediately walked toward the depths of the foggy sea with a spear raised, and kept playing a wooden flute in his mouth. Zhaoyue, who was wearing a shirt, was curious and stared at it for a long time.

"Master Divine Envoy, that is a wooden flute," the elder saw that he was interested and wisely handed a wooden flute of the same style into his hand.

He looked around and returned it, "Blow it to me."

"This..." the old man took the flute and said helplessly, covering his chest, "I'm old, so I can use this flute to communicate, but I really don't have the strength to play it. But if you don't mind it, Chunying is really good at it.

"

Shangshang Zhaoyue waved her hand. In fact, he didn't care at all. He just wanted to find the child quickly and ask where the Thunderbird was.

"My lord, the envoy of God, you have made a fool of yourself..."

Chunying was a girl dressed in rustic clothes but with a beautiful face. She suppressed her fearful expression and slowly played the wooden flute to Zhaoyue.

As an instrument that can communicate in the sea of ​​fog, the characteristic of the wooden reed flute is that its sound is solid and does not escape. In fact, there is nothing special about it. Shangshan Zhaoyue had expected it and was not surprised.

However, he didn't ask to stop, and the Chunying didn't dare to stop even after playing a tune. So there was an embarrassing scene where Shangshan Zhaoyue held her chest and stopped playing the flute, while a group of people stared at him eagerly.

Finally, with the sound of a flute that sounded like a chirping bird, the elder looked happy and interrupted the Chunying who was bulging his cheeks, "Master Envoy, A Chang is here."

"..." Shangyue Zhaoyue raised her head and looked over, with golden flames rising in her eyes. She penetrated the fog and clearly saw the white boy in the straw hat.

"Master Divine Envoy!" When Shangshan Zhaoyue looked at him, he also noticed Shangshan Zhaoyue in white clothes and golden eyes at a glance, and understood that this man with extraordinary temperament was the Lord Divine Envoy whom he wanted to meet.

"I have something to ask you," Shangshang Zhaoyue said, regardless of whether he heard clearly or not, and asked directly, "I heard that Thunderbird is very fond of you, but I don't know what is special about you."

"This... I just feel that He is very lonely, and I often play to it, just use it..."

Ah Chang held up a small leaf and said tremblingly in the emotionless golden eyes of Shang Zhaoyue.

"Presumptuous!" Shangshang Zhaoyue didn't say anything, but the elder couldn't sit still. He rushed up, grabbed the leaf, and threw it into the wind, "How can Lord Thunderbird be pleased so easily?"

"Master Divine Envoy, please give me some time, and I will make Ah Chang tell the truth." The elder smiled and protected Ah Chang behind him.

"God's envoy... Sir?" The elder's eyes widened. The leaf was spinning around in the wind, and unexpectedly flew against the wind and into Shang Zhaoyue's hand.

"What he said is the truth. There is no need for him to lie to me. Thunderbird is indeed very lonely." Shangshan Zhaoyue held the leaf in her hands. The veins of this green leaf had been crushed due to folding.

The boy Chang used the ubiquitous instrument to play music that resonated with thunderbirds.

No...it's not the music that resonates with the thunderbird. I'm afraid it's the boy's courage that he still doesn't run away when he sees the thunderbird. Instead, he plays in front of it.

Suddenly Shangshang Zhaoyue let go of her hand, and the corner of the leaf quickly withered and turned yellow, then it burned and slowly turned into ashes in the wind.

Shang Zhaoyue continued to look at the boy A Chang, "Where do you often see it?"

"Generally, if you play the leaf flute on Mount Chihi and Mount Suga, He will come."

"Let's go then." Before anyone could react, Shang Zhaoyue grabbed the little boy and flew directly into the fog.

The mist moves like the flowing wind, and the moon on my shirt is soaring in the mist. Every time I set foot, it will fly a long distance, and the white sleeves of the robe are stirring like water waves in the wind.

Ah Chang felt dizzy in his hands. When his vision became clear, he had landed in front of a giant tree with lush purple leaves and twisted roots.

As soon as A Chang landed on the ground, he suddenly became unsteady and staggered. Shang Shang Zhaoyue casually supported him. When his expression calmed down, Shang Shang Zhaoyue casually took off a blade and said, "Let's get started."

"..." Ah Chang took the leaf and put it to his mouth, and soon the sound of Qingyue's flute sounded. The sound of the flute was mixed in the mist, so it couldn't reach very far, but the sky soon lit up with a grand purple streamer, which was breathtaking.

The momentum pushed over like a tide, flashing thunder and lightning, and purple birds like sparrows slowly landed beside the perch.

As soon as he descended, he stared at Shangshang Zhaoyue. He turned around and smiled back, pressed Ah Chang's hand, and said to him, "That's it. You can leave."

"But..." Only then did Ah Chang notice Thunderbird's dangerous sight, and the atmosphere between the two parties was tense. No matter how you looked at it, it was not a master-servant relationship. He was not stupid, and he understood that Shangshang Zhaoyue had deceived them.

"What is your purpose?" Ah Chang threw away the leaf and said in disbelief, "Why are you pretending to be an envoy of God?"

"..." Shangshan Zhaoyue didn't turn her head to look at him. She waved her sleeves and a strong wind blew him away into the depths of the sea of ​​fog.

"..." Thunderbird's vision gradually filled with evil aura. Shangyue Zhaoyue spread her hands and said, "He's fine. I have something to do with you."

"Stranger, what's the matter?" Hearing that A Chang was not dead, the thunderbird's breath soothed slightly, but its narrow eyes, glowing with purple electricity, remained unyielding.
Chapter completed!