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([-]) Redemption

The sound of Ka Suo's flute continued, and the clear sound made everyone who was guarding outside feel refreshed.

Ying Kongshi slowly opened his eyes, the tears in his eyes fell down quickly, he was very angry, but he was also sad, but he didn't know why this anger came from, where did the sadness come from.

Xing Jiu spat out a mouthful of black blood, and slowly woke up.

"Master Xingjiu, I am Ying Kongshi, how can He De be so loved by you."

Xing Jiu smiled faintly, out of nowhere, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Ying Kong Shi's eyes.

Yuan Ji's eyes darkened at the side. Now that his feelings are present, everyone wants to rob him of his son.

"Hasn't Prince Shi heard of a common saying in the world? 'A child who is considerate is always pleasing to the heart.'"

Xing Jiu didn't intend to hide it, Prince Shi had already entered his dream, so he didn't need to say anything more.

His love for Ying Kongshi is more of a kind of love.

When he saw a small figure standing hard for a day under the cherry tree just for a surprise, he knew that his dream master could not be a good one.

"Xingjiu Mengzhu's noodles are still so unique."

"Where it is, Prince Shi doesn't dislike it."

"You two, since you woke up from the dream, don't gossip about it, but what did you find?"

Yuan Ji looked at the two people who were teasing each other, and felt more and more disturbed by the sound of Ka Suo's flute beside his ears. With a big wave of his hand, a sound-proof barrier was cast on it.

"useless!"

Seeing this, Ying Kongshi hurriedly wanted to get up to stop him, but his legs were numb after sitting for a long time, and he couldn't stand up after struggling for a long time.

"Sit down and talk. Why, why are you impatient because my father won't let you listen?"

For some reason, Ying Kongshi looked at his father's face now, and felt strange in his heart, cramped and uneasy.

Could it be that the emotions in the dream continued here?

"...No, you don't know, the sound of my brother's flute is the key to waking up these people."

Just as the dream he had in offering sacrifices to the Great Lord was not casual, so the flute that Thunder God played was not casual.

"how do I say this?"

"The reason why the Xingjiu dream master can't wake up for a long time is that good dreams are hard to find."

"Oh? What kind of dream did Xingjiu dream master have that he is so unwilling to wake up?"

"Uh, my lord..."

Xing Jiu looked at Ying Kongshi with some worry, he was not afraid that Ying Kongshi would speak out, he was afraid that after Ying Kongshi spoke out, Yuanji would be furious and hurt Ying Kongshi.

"But family love dreams, you don't have to delve into it."

Ying Kongshi took over Xingjiu's quarrel and spoke for Xingjiu.

"Xing Jiu Mengzhu had a sweet dream, but when it came to me, he had a nightmare."

"Are you dreaming?"

Yuan Ji was puzzled, his son had entered someone else's dream, how could he be dreaming himself?

"My lord doesn't know, Prince Shi is sleeping and dreaming, even if he enters his brother's dream, once he dreams, he still has to return to his own dream."

The one who spoke was Xing Gui, who was sending vitality to heal Xing Jiu at the moment.

"Then... what kind of nightmare did you have?"

"forgotten……"

Yuan Ji didn't believe it, but his son didn't want to say it, and he couldn't force it.

"So the reason why these people can't wake up for a long time is partly because good dreams are rare, and partly because they are too sad."

"So these two extremes require a strict god to make a fair judgment and pull them back from these two extremes. That god is Ka Suo, is that right for the father?"

"exactly."

Yuan Ji's golden eyes are slightly closed, this Ka Suo, although he is not here, his heart and soul are always revolving around his son, and when his son is in danger, he immediately rescues him, although he doesn't know how he got it Knowing that his son is in danger now, but a god's premonition is often not good.And it was this powerful and unignorable existence that made Yuan Ji's sense of crisis once again enveloped his heart.

The crisis turned into a crisis, Yuan Ji took action to remove the sound-proof barrier, and set up a sound-transmitting barrier, so that more people could hear Ka Suo's flute.

"The voice of Thunder God, clears people's hearts, corrects human nature, eliminates dangers, and averts disasters..."

Xing Jiu meditated, he had long felt that Ka Suo was extraordinary, seeing him today, he is really powerful.

After a while, the priests beside him also gradually woke up, and the Xunmeng Palace slowly became lively.

"Thank you Lord for saving me."

Xing Jiu got up and led his subjects to thank Yuan Ji and his party.

"Xing Jiu, don't be too happy too early, do you think this matter is over like this?"

Yuan Ji glanced at the crowd playfully, the superior's years of experience told him that some things might not be that simple, this possibility is just the beginning.

"The lord means..."

Xing Jiu frowned, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"In this world, those who can control people's hearts and play with people between applause, apart from your dream-seeking skills of the dream-seekers, there are also..."

Yuan Ji didn't say everything, but he understood everything that should be understood.

sound.

Killing in the invisible phantom music.

Chaoya Queen.

"My lord, soon there will be the wedding of Queen Chaoya and Liao Chan of the Xiong clan, invitations have already been sent to all clans."

"That's right... the deity also intends to ask for a wedding drink."

Now, it's getting more and more lively.

"But can the lord allow me to stay with the dream hunters for one night tonight, and then go together tomorrow."

"Ok?"

Yuan Ji didn't believe in Xing Jiu and didn't understand that delaying the timing might be fatal to them now, so staying here is indeed open to discussion.

"Tonight is Prince Shi's coming-of-age ceremony."

As soon as these words came out, the room was silent.

Yuan Ji blinked in disbelief, and turned his head mechanically.

He actually...forgot...or, how did he ever remember it.

But looking at his son, he had already got up and stood quietly aside, with curved eyebrows and warm eyes, and a faint smile on his face.

130 years old, his coming-of-age ceremony, he didn't expect his father to remember it at all.