"Wuwu..." After Hai Mofeng finished speaking, a whimpering cry sounded in the silent hall.
But it was Xiaohong crawling on the ground, crying her red eyes even redder.
Don't cry, don't cry. Seeing this, Xiao Yin immediately grew bigger and hugged Xiao Hong in his arms.
I won’t be like him, a bad wife. I will cherish you and will definitely bully you. Don’t worry.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Hong, who was originally very sentimental, immediately raised her eyes.
What did you say? He slapped Xiao Yin with one paw.
If you dare to bully me, you are seeking death.
The sad silence in the main hall was immediately broken by Xiao Yin running away with his head in his arms, and Xiao Hong chasing after her.
Shaking his head, Hai Mofeng walked to the high white jade steps and casually opened the record book on the dragon jade table.
That is what the Piaomiao clan has been recording from generation to generation looking for stars and mist flowers.
On the other hand, it is also a record of how the Piao Miao clan was defeated.
They have been giving in to the Lou Xing family and the Piaomiao clan. In addition, the princes are divided, and powerful enemies are everywhere.
After thousands of years, it is impossible not to decline.
Shaking his head and resting his mind on the record book in his hand, Hai Mofeng looked at the ethereal scepter embedded on the wall behind him and reached out to move it.
There was no movement for a while.
Seeing this, Hai Mofeng turned to look at Luo Yu and Yun Shitian who were hugging each other.
The heartache only lasted for a moment. Luo Yu and Yun Shitian, who had already recovered, saw this and walked forward together.
Standing in front of the misty scepter, Yun Shitian and Luo Yu looked at each other, stretched out their hands to hold the misty scepter, and pressed down.
In an instant, the huge wall carved with the image of the Misty Patriarch began to slowly make a sound and turn on.
"It takes two people who are in love to open it. If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?" Hai Mofeng, who was standing aside, said in a deep voice.
As soon as the words were spoken, Luo Yu and Yun Shitian held the ethereal scepter in their hands, and a fierce ray of primary color light flashed across their arms.
It forms a trace of primary color, like a jade bracelet.
Yun Shitian and Luo Yu were stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned.
At the same moment, the lonely and painful voice of the Misty Patriarch sounded again. This time, there was no such loneliness.