Mr. Miao's face was as golden as paper, and he nodded slightly: "No wonder the imperial court dared to let that boy from the Yuchi family come over alone. His strength is probably comparable to that of his Yuchi family ancestor!"

"Stop talking, you..." Huang Fuzi rolled his eyes at him, supported him, and threw a palm-sized building block on the ground. The next second the building block rapidly deformed and expanded, turning into a wooden bird more than three meters long.

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Mr. Huang quickly helped Mr. Miao get on the wooden bird, and in an instant the wooden bird disappeared at an alarming speed.

"Now we are in trouble..." Mr. Miao breathed slowly: "If there is such a big commotion, the capital will be alarmed. Our plan..."

"Not necessarily!" Master Huang controlled the wooden bird and quickly hid in the deep mountains and old forests: "Wang Ye's production has been mostly completed, and his memory can be read through the puppet. According to what he said, he has sent a letter to the capital to let the emperor

We will choose a concubine for the prince as usual, and the normal day will be seven days later!"

"Seven days later?" Mr. Miao, whose eyes were already dim, trembled when he heard this.

There is still a chance. After all, they have been running Liuzhou for many years. They can still delay the reporting time. As long as the fake Wang Ye can come to Beijing and drag Yu Chipeng to Liuzhou, then... the plan is still feasible!

"The only variable is the person who released the ghost child..." Master Huang said in a cold voice: "There are only a few old guys in the entire art world who can break the Qinglong Art. Do you have any doubts, Old Miao?"

"Do you... think it's possible for your student?"
Chapter completed!