The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

The city lord also wants to live well.

The city lord of Tianshu City is really not a human being!

More than three years ago, Song Yueli knew that the real high priest had been murdered, but the city lord's palace was monitored by the elders of Tianji Palace for twelve hours, and no news of the real high priest's disappearance was released.

He had been favored by the real high priest, so he had been wanting to contact the outside world in the past few years.

However, he almost lost his descendants.

Later, he learned wisely and stopped trying to pass on the news, just waiting silently.

Just when I thought there was no hope of waiting and that Tianshu City would usher in the darkest time, good news came from Donghuang.

He was so excited that he almost cried.

I did come here deliberately slowly today.

I didn't expect Ji Wuchen to be so cruel.

Now that you are a father, you can't be gentle.

Song Yueli cursed in various ways, took a few steps back and stretched out her ears, waiting for Feng Mian to give her answer.

You don’t need to be absolutely certain, but at least 50% or more, right?

His expectations were already very low.

Feng Mian looked at him with a smile.

"City Lord Song, Yan Bao is the trusted high priest recognized by all the fortune tellers of Tianji Palace. If you or everyone in Tianshu City doesn't believe it, you can just invite the elders of Tianji Palace and the powerful people of the major families in the city to Tianji Palace to wait for the fortune tellers. confirm."

Song Yueli's eyes lit up and he almost slapped his thigh in excitement.

"Okay! I'll make arrangements right away!"

You dare to say this, this is absolutely 120% sure!

Song Yueli turned around, but did not leave. He even silently moved closer to the Feng Mian brothers.

He waved to the guard behind him and gave a few instructions in a low voice before letting the guard leave.

Feng Sanlie frowned and watched his actions.

"Why doesn't Lord Song go?"

Song Yueli smiled and stepped onto the steps of Tianji Palace.

"Why should I, the city lord, do such a trivial matter like running errands myself?"

Feng Erli exposed his little move.

"City Lord Song is afraid that if he meets Ji Yunqing, his life or death will be uncertain, right?"

Song Yueli: "..."

This prince, if you slap him in the face so bluntly, no minister will choose to support you.

Perhaps because Song Yueli's eyes were too straightforward, Feng Erli guessed what he was thinking.

Feng Erli smiled very brightly.

"My eldest brother is the Eastern Crown Prince, what kind of supporters do I need?"

Song Yueli: "..."

No!

What about the battle for the throne?

Are the princes of the Eastern Emperor so harmonious?

Feng Mian ignored the two people's words, picked up the hem of his robe and quickly stepped onto the steps, just hoping to get closer to Yan Bao, even closer.

He wanted to be the first to see Yan Bao wake up like Uncle Ji.

From the moment Li Bao was carried by Ji Wuchen and stepped onto the steps of Tianji Palace, his chaotic consciousness returned little by little.

But still in the dream.

She saw the zombie elders again in her dream, still looking for her everywhere.

she shouted again.

The elders still couldn't hear or see.

Yan Bao was very angry.

Why don't the elders look down?

She's down there!

The elders were in the giant painting, and she was underneath the giant painting.

Xiao Yanbao stamped his feet anxiously and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Here, here! Check here!"

"Lower your head, lower your head!"

"Emperor! The emperor is here!"

……

Just like last time, no matter how loud Yan Bao shouted, the zombie elders still couldn't hear the sound.

When Yan Bao was feeling depressed, a zombie elder suddenly lowered his head.

Yan Bao kicked his chubby legs sharply.

"Here here!"

The zombie elder's sight seemed to penetrate thousands of miles of sky and countless small worlds, and then he met Xiao Yanbao's eyes steadily.

Yan Bao was still crying in a milky voice.

"Here, here! The emperor is here!"

The zombie elder stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch Yan Bao.

But his finger was about three meters away from Yan Bao and he could no longer move forward.

There is a huge force blocking it. Even if it uses all its strength, even reveals its sharp and terrifying fangs and all its mental power, it still cannot break through that barrier.

"Emperor!"

Yan Bao heard this and nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes! Yan Bao is here!"

After nodding, Yan Bao hurriedly asked the zombie elder.

"What is spiritual power? Why is Yanbao the zombie emperor? Isn't Yanbao my mother's baby?"

The zombie elder couldn't hear what Yan Bao said, but the zombie elder was deaf before turning into a zombie. He could speak, so he understood what Yan Bao meant.

Why doesn't their emperor even know his spiritual power?

I don’t know why I am the zombie king?

Grandma’s baby?

The zombie elders took a deep breath. Although they didn't know what had cut off their connection with the emperor, they felt relieved knowing that the emperor was alive.

The zombie elder thought for a while and directly demonstrated his mental power to Yan Bao.

The invisible power exists in the mind, like long lines, and can kill people invisible.

Yan Bao stared blankly.

She didn't understand at first.

After seeing the zombie elder demonstrate it over and over again, I slowly understood it.

The elder was teaching her.

Yan Bao started to look at it carefully.

Follow the instructions of the zombie elders and re-examine the threads in your brain.

The lines that had disappeared seemed to appear again. Even though they were very small and weak, she still saw them.

Yan Bao blinked his big eyes, full of shock.

"Elder, Elder, Yan Bao has a thread again!"

Realizing that thread is spiritual power, he changed his tune.

"It's mental power, mental power. Yan Bao has mental power again."

The zombie elder carefully looked at their royal little mouths to determine what the little guys were talking about.

Realizing what the little guy was talking about, the zombie elder looked in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, have you ever been mentally exhausted?"

Although Yan Bao couldn't hear what the other party said, he looked at the shocked look on his face and tilted his head, then thought about what the other party said.

"Is your mental power missing?"

The zombie elder nodded wildly.

Yan Bao nodded.

"Yes! Because there were too many people Yan Bao wanted to protect at that time, the lines were placed too far, and they met another white-haired zombie, and they were... used up."

She thought there would be no more threads in the future.

I was very sad before I fell into coma.

The zombie elder took a deep breath after reading it.

"White-haired zombie? You can kill that thing with just one finger!"

Yanbao couldn't hear it.

The zombie elder looked at it and stretched out a finger to press it on the ground, then gestured to his neck, then tilted his head and closed his eyes as if he was out of breath.

Yan Bao understood.

"Elder, do you mean that Yan Bao can kill a white-haired zombie with one finger?"

The zombie elder gave a thumbs up.

As expected of their emperor, he is so clever and clever.

But what's going on now?

Why doesn't the emperor seem to be in the same world as them?

Yan Bao blinked and seemed to realize this problem.

For the first time, the little guy tried to reach out and touch the huge painting floating in the sky, but it was too far away and couldn't be touched at all.

Yan Bao suddenly asked the zombie elder.

"Elder, have you met Yan Bao's mother-in-law?"

Daddy can't find grandma's breath here, and grandma's body is also missing. Could it be that she got into the huge painting?

Zombie elder: "..."

The emperor has no memory of how he was born?