The wind of the thunderbolt

Zhu Yi Dynasty

"Chang Xin, what's the matter?" Mingzhu hugged Chang Xin who was stiff for a moment, "Why is his face so pale? Is the child dishonest again?" Ming Zhu pressed on Chang Xin's slightly protruding belly. (Author: The action is so fast, there is a little pearl)

Putting her hand on Mingzhu's, Changxin's voice trembled not hard to detect: "Mingzhu, did you hear, hear...the sound of the flute."

Mingzhu raised her eyebrows, "What's the sound of the flute?"

Yeah?He even forgot the flute sound.Could it be... her.A little bit of uneasiness rose in Changxin's heart, and there was also a little joy.

In this world, anyone who has heard the sound of the flute will be frozen in time, and when the sound of the flute fades away, they will forget it.Only those who watched her play in person can remember that memory.

The exceptions - except Changxin, except... him.

It was already dusk in the Zhuque Palace, since I heard the sound of the flute very early in the evening, Changxin had a faint feeling in his heart that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, an inexplicable visitor broke into the Suzaku Hall, which had been silent for a long time.

"You are the descendant of the Zhuyi royal family?!" The cold female voice came from far to near, and before Mingzhu and Changxin could react, the woman appeared in the hall.

The figure with her back turned makes it impossible to see her happiness and anger. Her hand caressed the Suzaku pattern on the throne, with a touch of sadness.

Mingzhu knew that if this mysterious woman wanted to kill them, at that moment, none of him, Changxin, and the baby in her belly could escape. This woman's cultivation was close to that of a god.

Therefore, Mingzhu simply gave up resisting, restrained her killing intent, tightly held Changxin's hand, and shared life and death with her.

"You are..." Changxin looked at the woman who was immersed in her personal world. Why did she feel familiar with her... Yes, that kind of familiarity.Like... long lost relatives.

The woman's face turned slowly, and it turned out to be A Xiao—no, maybe calling her the ancient demon owl—Fan Yi would be more appropriate!

The distance between Yinwan Shengxue and Zhuyi Dynasty was nearly ten thousand li, and in less than two hours, she appeared in an impossible place.The gap between the cloud and the mud made Mingzhu give up her resistance.

"You have found a good man." The woman evoked a smile, looking at Mingzhu's hand tightly holding Changxin, it was this smile that made her look human .

"You are..." Chang Xin's blood began to boil, looking at this woman, the blood mark of Zhu Yi on the back began to ache, and the cold sweat broke out... The blood mark of Zhu Yi is the only inheritance symbol of the royal family of the Zhu Yi Dynasty.The child with the Zhuyi totem is the heir of the Zhuyi dynasty.

"Has it been ten thousand years? Unexpectedly... I have been asleep for ten thousand years." There was a sigh in Fanyi's voice. "Has the Zhuyi dynasty been passed down for thousands of years? It's really hard work for you."

"You are..." The answer in my heart was already clear, Changxin let go of Mingzhu's hand, and walked towards the woman, Mingzhu followed behind her, if she was in danger, Mingzhu was her most solid shield.

Changxin walks very slowly, she is now three months pregnant, her belly is protruding slightly, and her face is a little pale due to morning sickness, but now... there is an indescribable surprise.

When she was three steps away from the woman, Changxin stopped and Yingying fell to her knees. "Ancestor. Zhiyu, the 350th descendant of the Zhuyi Dynasty, sincerely respects you."

There was indescribable shock in Mingzhu's eyes!Yes, shock!The woman in front of him turned out to be an ancestor of Zhu Yi Dynasty.

"Where is he?!" Fanyi—perhaps Zhiyu Fanyi would be more appropriate.She lifted Chang Xin who was kneeling down, with eagerness on her face.

"He... has passed away..." Chang Xin said anxiously.

Sure enough, when the woman heard the news, she spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

Waiting for tens of millions of years, after all, is a dream come true? !

Missed ten thousand years ago, still missed ten thousand years later...

After all, there is no relationship with him.

I don't know how long Changxin talked with that woman, but when the woman left, there was a sad face on her face.

The figure of the woman was hidden in the darkness, Mingzhu took Chang Xin's hand, "She—is really your ancestor?" Looking at the woman's eyes, there was endless loneliness, this person—presumably had a sad past.

"She really isn't dead yet." Changxin sighed, gently patted her belly, and looked at the little life in her belly with the tenderness of a mother - the child who carried her and Mingzhu's blood.

夜

Long

The story belonging to this mysterious woman is very short, because her story is over before it begins.

"Mingzhu, do you know why my fate is ninety-two-nine-a natural emperor's fate?" Chang Xin said lightly, revealing the dusty past thousands of years ago.

Mingzhu didn't blink, she stared into her eyes with a tenderness that melted everything.

The Zhuyi Dynasty is the descendant of Suzaku who is in charge of the world's "fire image" among the four gods and beasts, so the Zhuyi Dynasty has enshrined Suzaku for generations.They are also descendants of the god race, but the blood of the gods has long since faded through the vicissitudes of life.

Zhiyu Fanyi is recorded in the history books of the Zhuyi Dynasty - the person whose cultivation level is closest to the Suzaku god, retired after the war of gods and demons ten thousand years ago. No one knows where she went, and it was even rumored that Already killed.It's just that the people of the Zhuyi Dynasty have always been unwilling to believe that the woman who is closest to the gods will die like this...so every dynasty and every generation has been actively looking for it, but in the end they found nothing.

"Who is he?" Mingzhu asked curiously, this woman could never be forgotten for thousands of years, and she must be the most outstanding existence in the world.

"Mingzhu, you must be familiar with the thing I carried in my hand! Although it has no effect now... Don't you wonder why I am the only one in the world who can carry it? Now I have given it to the ancestors, it is her The only thought about him. I think you can guess it." Changxin stretched out his right hand, and there was nothing on his ring finger.

After thinking for a moment, Mingzhu came up with a shocking answer——

"Wu Jun——Luo Hou!"

In the ear, it seems that the shocking scene of the man as soon as he appeared on the stage, as well as the thick and powerful whisper——

My feet step out of the flames, my hands grip destruction.My name is Luo Hou!

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