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Wen Ge signaled Ning Miao and the others to stop talking, and gestured to keep up.

Ordinary dwellings have holes in the sky, bypassing the front yard, the sight suddenly opens up, the exquisite inner courtyard is elegantly arranged, the snow is swept extremely clean, and even a few green plants can be seen, which is considered a rare thing in the snowy and cold winter.

The inner room is obviously equipped with a space separation technique. The prince of the Phoenix clan with immortal energy on the main seat has bright red hair, and two thin red eyebrows slanted into his temples. The fairy voice is clear, "Come here?"

There were nine chairs on each side, only the sixth one on the left was empty. Ning Miao was not stage-frightened, so she walked over to Jindao Dama and sat down with a smile on her face, and said in a flat tone, "Here we are."

Someone in the house gasped.

Wu Mochen didn't mind, and tapped the table with his long fingers, "Since everyone is here, sixteen, you can tell."

Wuhuan, the lord of the Dragon City, got up when he heard the words, and first glanced at the chief priest of Chiyue City who had just arrived. This gathering was secret, and representatives from other cities were only allowed to attend one person, while Ning Miao stood behind seven people. It's self-evident who I prefer.

"Everyone, the Temple of the Phoenix tore up the contract at will, and brazenly massacred the [-] orc compatriots in the Dragon City. The despicable gods no longer hide them, showing their bloodthirsty fangs. Submission will only make the collar around the neck strangled." What's more, this hall can't be a wild dog begging for mercy, and the [-] heroic spirits in the Dragon City can't settle the grievances, this hall vows to avenge this sworn vengeance."

"Fourth brother, sixteenth brother, Chi Feng is cruel, Xiao Yin is willing to follow the two brothers."

Ning Miao took a closer look at the first Linlang City Lord who stood up to echo Wuhuan's speech. Wuyin, the nineteenth prince of the Phoenix clan, had nine sons born to the dragon, and the nine sons were different. It looks a little smaller when you look down.

Wu Yin was born with a pair of green pupils, and it is said that he has a quarter of the blood of the Green Belly Race, otherwise Yao Ling and Du Yan invited Linlang City to help in the battle at that time, it would not have been so smooth.

The person in the bottom right seat slowly stood up. It was Wu Da, the host of Huohuan City. Wu Da was the only city lord who was not a direct descendant of the Huang Clan in more than 150 cities. He was the current patriarch of the Jinwu branch of the Yu Clan. Similar, with deep eye sockets, grayish-yellow pupils, extremely thin lips, two heads taller than Lingyan branch, but thin body, [-] meters tall and weighing less than [-] catties, like a walking skeleton.

Wu Da clasped his hands in salute, and said loudly: "Your Highness Fourth, Your Highness Sixteenth, Your Highness Nineteenth, the Great Witch of Huohuan City did divination for the king one month ago, and five days ago he showed signs of divination, black air wrapped around dead trees, this is a dead man The elephant is an omen of great misfortune, the king is in danger, the capital of heaven is in danger, and the thousands of beastmen in the Northland are in danger."

"That old bird, Chifeng, is too deceitful. I'm going to fight them. Fourth brother, what are you talking about? Anyway, if you don't poke a few holes in that broken bird hall, I'm not relieved."

The person at the head glanced at him, and said coldly, "Wumi, you are presumptuous."

Wu Mi, the lord of Zilu City who was furious, obediently withdrew his foot that stepped on the chair angrily, and said embarrassingly: "I made a mistake, I dare not do it again, fourth brother, don't punish me."

Wu Mochen's eyes were red and he couldn't stop talking, and he was silent for a while.

Wu Mi was so frightened that she almost knelt down on the spot, and said, "Fourth, fourth brother, fourth brother, six or nine punishments are up to you, don't be angry with yourself."

Master Xianjun glanced at him, Umi immediately shut his mouth tightly, and even made a stitch by hand to express his determination not to talk nonsense.

"Uno City, Julong City, Fengsha City, Linlang City, Zilu City, Chifeng City, Huohuan City." The force of tapping the table was a bit heavy, and Wu Mochen paused every word, "Connected, it just fits together Qi Baipyg's celestial map, all of this is not a coincidence."

A word from the fourth prince of the Huang Clan was like a comet hitting the earth, and it opened the minds of everyone present.

Chi Fengcheng's Wu Han turned pale with fright, imitating Wu Liujiu and hopping, "Fourth brother, what does Chi Feng want to do? A life sacrifice?"

Wu Mochen raised his brows slightly, "The God of Phoenix personally set up the formation pattern, intending to sacrifice life? Heh, it's too overkill."

"The broken bird is very vicious, we must have no good fruit to eat, fourth brother, please don't be fooled, tell Liujiu about it."

Wu Mochen frowned, and the inner room was silent for a while.

"Your Highness, how many years has your Majesty stayed in the late stage of Kongzhi Realm? Is there any sign of a breakthrough recently?" The voice of Xiaozu Wu Qingyue suddenly sounded.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the chief priest of Chiyue City who is not even considered a city, but has a miracle all the way. No. 1 in the assessment of building a city before being naturalized. The inventor who aided the war, the legend who made the natural Tianyuan technique reappear in the world, the advocate of the open teleportation pattern, the chief planner of the Golden Moon Chamber of Commerce in Chiyue City, the rich man, etc., each identity is a legend.

"Hey, from Chiyue City, you can also do divination? How do you know about the father?" Wu Mi's red eyes flickered and flickered, full of surprise.

The fairy above sighed softly and shook his head helplessly, "He doesn't know, but now, he knows."

Wu Yin smiled and helped her younger brother out of the siege, "Six Nine, the witches of the small clan in Chiyue City are trying to trick you, and you're still digging in."

"Ah?!" Wu Mi cried bitterly, her face stretched long, and she said weakly: "Fourth brother, how about I kill him to silence him?"

Wu Mochen gave Wu Liujiu a look of "You're stupid!" He immediately said seriously, "Ning Miao, my father has indeed shown signs of breaking through the No-Thinking Realm in recent years. Is this related to the White Python Sky Star Map?"

Ning Miao said frankly: "To be honest, I can't deduce the real intention of the Phoenix Temple. The catastrophe of Xihai extermination can still be understood as greed for longevity. This is the first time I have seen a god who murdered his followers inexplicably."

"But no matter what their intentions are, one thing is for sure, if the Phoenix Temple is allowed to go on like this, the city will be destroyed, people will die, and the tens of millions of orc people in the Northland will all have to play, and there will be no scum left."

"Hold the grass, fourth brother, what the little clan witch said makes sense, let's go to war."

Ning Miao twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled reluctantly, secretly ordering a piece of wax for Wu Liujiu, the city lord of Zilu: May all the single cells have a safe journey.

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Gatherings of a group of traitors and rebels should not be publicized, and a small amount of patience can lead to great conspiracy. Even if Ning Miao wants to go shopping in the city again, he must endure it. He stays in his room all day, waiting for news from Wu Mochen.

"Ah." After sighing for the 190th time, Ning Miao was like a boneless puppy, clinging to the orc's chest, "Bingge, I don't know how Dabao and Xiaobao are doing, are you eating well, sleeping, are you listening?" If Uncle Niu and Uncle Tian say that we are leaving, will they not be able to sleep at night, will Dabao cry..."

The orc was cornered tightly, and his fingers ran through the little female's dark hair, listening to Ning Miao's thoughts, "Ning, Xiangyu and Yue?"

The Bingshan man's straight-ball talk always choked Ning Miao's eyes, and he burst into tears all of a sudden, "Yeah, Brother Bing, I miss Dabao and Xiaobao. I really, really miss them."

"Uncle will take good care of them." The orc lowered his head and kissed away the tears of his little female, pressing his thumbs on the red corners of his eyes, "Ning, don't worry."

"I know, but I can't help it, Brother Bing, how about you, do you miss Big Treasure and Little Treasure?"

The orc's body froze for a second, and his usually cold voice softened, "Ning, that's our child."

The little female in her arms laughed softly, twisting her body, the orc felt like she was holding a ball of fire, and the fierce fire burned the orc's sanity, stretched out her big hand to the familiar upturned place and kneaded it back and forth, the orc bit her The pinnae of my own little female, "Ning, open your legs."