Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 215 217. A Rare World of Two

"Master! Disciple knows his mistake!" Yuan Feng blushed. He just felt that he had finished all the homework assigned to him by the master, so he couldn't help being a little complacent. It had been a while since he came to Donghua Mountain, and he didn't know how far away he was. How is Jin Chengjiang's father?
"Cultivate hard so that you can live up to your father's expectations. Yuanfeng, you shoulder the burden of saving the common people. As a teacher, I hope you will not stop because of temporary progress." Donghua God Yin Yin taught, " In the future, there will definitely be a place for you in the Nine Realms."

"Yes! Disciple obeys! Disciple will go back to practice now!" Yuan Feng was agitated, and immediately turned around and ran towards the practice room.

Watching Yuanfeng's excited figure disappear before his eyes, Zimu shook his head, and suddenly appeared and said, "Master, this kid Yuanfeng has a good foundation, but he's just a little buoyant." Feng was forced in by Prince Yetong, and to be more realistic, he would just go through the back door!

"There will be a catastrophe in the Nine Realms, and Yuanfeng has something he has to do." Donghua smiled lightly, but Meifeng was slightly worried. He was as merciful as others, and those who worried were always the common people in this world. .

"It's just a son of the river god!" Zimu didn't take it seriously. If the Nine Realms really wanted a catastrophe, the only ones who could turn it around would be the ancient gods like them, right?Yuanfeng is so great that he can at most advance to a high god, but how can a mere high god save the common people?

Donghua Shangshen smiled and said nothing, but the worry between his brows was even worse. Last night, he watched the stars at night, and the sky in the northwest was in chaos. I am afraid that this catastrophe will come early. They must do it I'm ready, but when the real catastrophe comes, these so-called preparations are all in vain, right?

If the preparation is really useful, then ten thousand years ago, she would not have to personally cut off her own life to stop this catastrophe from happening.

Doing their best and obeying the fate, that's all they can do. The fate of the Nine Realms and Eight Desolations has never been understood by a mere God.

The sky gradually became a bit dark, the originally clear sky was quickly covered by thick gray clouds, and the air became extremely oppressive.

Mu Linge planned to rest on the spot, but Yetong naturally didn't have any objections. He had always put her first.

This is a small forest, located on the side of the official road, you can see the end at a glance, and at the end, there are continuous high mountains, steep or steep peaks one after another, stretching all the way to the invisible horizon, as if It's like connecting with the sky.

There is a very different smell in the woods, the smell of death.

Mu Linge only felt that the pores all over her body were about to stand up.She looked slightly at the big tree in front of her that kept shaking its leaves, and her heart felt a little cold.

Because of becoming the patriarch of the Treant Clan and having practiced the unique mentality of the clan, it is more convenient for her to communicate with the clansmen. Often, she only needs to take a look at it. Send her a dangerous signal.

But right now, it was a signal to remind her that this place was extremely dangerous.

Turning her head to look at Yetong who was resting on the tree trunk, she couldn't help laughing: "Hey, you can't see it?!" She was referring to the inappropriateness of this place.

"With a husband, the lady can do whatever she wants." Yetong smiled confidently, he knew what was wrong in the forest, but since his dear lady wants to rest, she must be allowed to rest well Heck!
(End of this chapter)