Chapter 390 Princess Yanhuang 2

Ai Sang was also stunned. She never dreamed that Sanyi and Di Yao would accept themselves as a righteous daughter, as if in a dream for a moment. Di Yao laughed and said, "Sang'er, don't you think that my father is too old?"

Yao Chonghua also laughed and said, "Aisang, congratulations to Chonghua first! This is a great thing. Why don't you worship your parents?"

Ai Sang looked at Sanyi's in a daze. Suddenly, he sobbed, and hot tears surged. He fell to his knees and hugged Sanyi's legs and cried bitterly, but he couldn't say a word. Since her father and brother were lost last year, she has been wandering helplessly and alone. Although accompanied by Sang Mingyu, Bai Miao and Xu Di, the feeling of loneliness is still deep into the bone marrow. Every night when I wake up, tears wet the pillow.

Now that I suddenly have a home and parents, that feeling is really like the resurrection of parents and brothers. Who are Di Yao and Sanyi? One is the Emperor of Yanhuang. The ballad sings: His benevolence is like heaven, and his knowledge is like a god. Just like the sun, the hope is like a cloud. One is the peerless strange girl, who kills the dragon, set the wilderness, is caused by the long sword, and the world is deterrified.

With such parents, what else do you want in your life?

"Good boy." Sanyi squatted down and hugged Assan, with tears in his eyes, "You... have suffered! Let's go back to Diqiu and let your mother love you well.

Dan Zhu cried with a sad face, but he knew that his mother was really super maternal. It was hard for ordinary people to imagine and dared not say anything against it. He just looked at Ai Sang in a dain, and his heart was in pain.

Yao Chonghua was overjoyed and shouted, "Congratulations to the emperor! Congratulations to Sanyi!"

Tang Yao was even more positive. He knelt on the ground and burst into tears and cried with joy. Tang Qianmo and Tang Yewang looked at each other in contempt and haven't looked back yet. The eight gods did not move at all, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow and joy at all.

Di Yao was also quite happy in his heart. He laughed and waved his hand: "Get up! It's really not in vain. I have a daughter! Hahaha," he slanted at Yao Chonghua and smiled. A few days ago, I was still heartbroken, and I will lose two daughters in a few days!"

Yao Chonghua laughed and said, "Your Majesty, in the future, Chonghua will definitely take Emperor E and the female Ying to live in Diqiu to accompany you."

Di Yao blinked his eyes and smiled strangely: "You, you can't come even if you don't think about it."

Four eagles glided across the sky, and Fengju Yumen was far away. Sang Mingyu looked back at the witch rites and words tied to the back of the eagle, and a heroic spirit gushed out of his heart. Looking up, the vast land is under your feet. Maybe in the near future, you will be the owner of this great land. Bai Miao's eyes were also full of radiance, and he almost didn't close his eyes along the way. When did this teenager who came out of the desert island of the East China Sea dare to dream that he had cultivated himself into a spiritual arrow that was proud of the wilderness, and turned the chief priest Wu Li of the Jintian tribe and the first guardian of the wood into his captive?

Only half a year ago, the two were still out of reach, and they were not qualified to meet each other!

The eagle eagle swept over a peak, less than 20 miles away from Fengju Yumen. Suddenly, a smile came from afar from the peak in front of him: "Brother Sang, congratulations on your success!"

The two looked down in surprise, but saw an illusory figure standing on a lonely peak. The mountain wind was blowing, and the white robe was flying, like a faint fog. If you don't pay attention in advance, you won't notice it even if you pass by him. Bai Miao couldn't help but be shocked and shouted, "What kind of person?"

"I'm under you." The man in white robe smiled faintly, and his body suddenly condensed, and the physical figure appeared in front of them. He was wearing a white silk robe, barefoot, about forty years old, with a kind face and quite chic.

Bai Miao was shocked, and then she knew that this person was the second in the four saints!

Sang Mingyu just pretended to say that Chu killed Zirui a few days ago. He had a strong sense of prevention and meditated for a moment, so that Bai Miao still circled in the air with the other two eagles, and urged the eagles to fall on the peak.

"It turned out to be a saint!" Sang Mingyu hurriedly jumped off the eagle and bowed, "Mingyu has seen it!"

"Haha." Mi Ziyou stretched out his hand to help him up, looked at him with a smile, and nodded frequently, "Yes, the master really won't see the wrong person. He is really a young wizard. Just three months of practice is worth me for three years!"

Sang Mingyu was used to the arrogant and rude appearance of Mi Zirui. Seeing that Mi Ziyou was so easy-going, he was a little uncomfortable for a moment. He said respectfully, "I dare not, how can I be here?"

"Ha ha, call me brother." Mi Ziyou looked up at the three-headed dragonfly in the sky. "Master knew that you had done a few days ago, but before leaving, he forgot to tell him that you could not bring the witch rite into Fengju Yumen, so he specially ordered my brother to come here to meet him and take her elsewhere. Well, one of them is Wu Li, right? What about the other one?"

Sang Mingyu saw that the son was easy-going by nature, and he was no longer restrained. He smiled and said, "Brother, the other person is the return of Fengju Yumen who has frequently broken into Fengju Yumen in the past few months! This guy actually followed us to Lu Qishan, trying to wait for the opportunity to catch the witch rite, and was captured by the little brother. His face was sad and he smiled miserably, "But... the fourth brother was plotted and unfortunately died."

Mi Ziyou sighed: "At the moment before Zi Rui's death, the master had already felt it. This magic power is not small. Zi Rui is under his plot and is absolutely difficult to deal with. Fortunately, the murderer was captured this time, and then he will pay tribute to Zirui.

Sang Mingyu didn't dare to say anything about this matter and said, "Brother, where do you want me to take them?"

"Well, thirty miles away from here, there is a secret holy temple. The master told him to imprison them there for the time being!" Mi Ziyou said, "I'll go with Bai Miao. The master is anxious to summon you. Hurry up to Fengju Yumen!"