"What does the prince mean?"

Feng Yan's face turned pale, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Aren't you one of them?"

There was a flash of cold light, and as the words fell, before the man could react, he felt his throat tighten and his neck was twisted.

With a flick of his fingertips, there was a stream of air in the air, and a man in black suddenly fell from the tree. He kicked up a stone under his feet and hit the tree trunk. After jumping several times, several more men in black fell to the ground with blood spurting out.

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"Oh, my lord!"

Far away in the forest, a man was jumping over like a zombie with a piece of cloth in his mouth, his hands and feet bound by ropes.

As soon as Nangong Yi's long sword came out, a sharp sword energy split the golden rope. As soon as Feng Yan was free, he immediately fell to his knees.

"My subordinate is incompetent, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"Incompetent indeed," Nangong Yi snorted coldly and took off the mask of the fake Feng Yan: "The martial arts of these people are not inferior to yours, what do you think should be done?"

"My subordinates must practice diligently and not let the prince down."

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed in thanks.

"This man is very skilled at disguise, but we can use his trick to his advantage."

If he hadn't known that Feng Yan never dared to get even half a step closer to the banyan tree formation, and felt the fierce murderous aura in these people, he would probably have been fooled as well.

"Your Majesty is very resourceful and my subordinates admire him!"

Feng Yan smiled. Although his words were flattering, they were sincere.

"Did you find what I asked you to find?"

Nangong Yi stood with his hands behind his hands and asked calmly.

"I found it, but what did the prince do with the resurrecting pill?"

Feng Yan hurriedly took out a medicine bottle and handed it over.

This Resurrection Pill is a good thing. Tianxuan Kingdom only has 3 pills, all of which are hidden in a well-guarded treasure house. The first pill was lost more than 10 years ago. The emperor used the first pill to save his concubine.

Now there is only the last one left, and the natural protection is even tighter. This was achieved through their planning, great efforts, and the lives of countless elite soldiers and hidden guards.

"Feng Yan, do I have to explain to you what I do in the future?"

Nangong Yi frowned, his eyes as cold as arctic glaciers, which frightened Feng Yan so much that he didn't dare to say anything.

In fact, the Resurrection Pill that had been in Nangong Yi's body for more than ten years had been in Nangong Yi's body. He had obtained it through deliberate efforts, and it had other important uses.

Unexpectedly, the moment he saw Ling Mulao's body, he fed it to her without thinking as if he was possessed.

When Ling Mulao woke up, he felt that the air flowing all over his body was smooth and his Dantian was warm.

She subconsciously moved her hands and feet, and just as Nangong Yi said, the gauze on her body turned into powder and blew away in the wind.

With joy in her heart, Ling Mulao rolled over and found that she was naked without the gauze wrapping, with a full view of her plump chest and triangular area of ​​her lower body.

"Damn it, Nangong Yi is this pervert!"

Ling Mulao cursed loudly, covered her privacy with her hands and jumped out of bed in panic, then found an ivory white cloud silk gauze skirt from the cabinet.

The cloud silk is as thin as cicada wings and flutters like a fairy. There are peach blossoms embroidered on the front, which are in full bloom, enchanting and gorgeous. There is a golden skylark embroidered on the belt, which looks lifelike standing on the green branches.

Ling Mulao looked at this dress carefully. Although the color was fresh and the material was exquisite, judging from the pattern and embroidery, it was estimated to be seven or eight years old.
Chapter completed!