Light black clouds shrouded the sky, blocking the moonlight and stars, making the earth look very ferocious.
Using Qinggong, Beiming Changfeng took Ziyu with him, and the group flew over the eaves and walked over the wall.
Along the way, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was very depressing.
After arriving at a manor, the depressing atmosphere eased a bit. Beiming Changfeng and others seemed to have returned home, and their breathing became much lighter.
Seeing this, Ziyu didn't ask any questions. This must be Beiming Changfeng's residence in Suzhou.
It is not strange that the King of Zhenbei has spies in various places of the Later Qin Dynasty.
The courtyard at the fourth entrance is very large, and the faint candlelight adds a layer of popularity to this quiet courtyard.
"Still thinking about what happened just now?" Beiming Changfeng ordered his servants to cook. Then he turned around and saw Ziyu sitting next to the table in the hall with his chin in his hands, looking at the night sky outside the window with a heavy expression.
"Yeah." Ziyu nodded: "I was thinking that if God wants him to die, he must go crazy first."
She had no feelings for the Later Qin Kingdom, and she was very open to changes in dynasties. She had no opinion on how the Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty was doing his own death.
However, it was Fusang people who killed the emperor.
Unexpectedly, his grandma's emperor really fell into the trap and regarded Fusang as his ancestor.
This simply makes no sense.
Anyone can dismount the emperor, anyone can kill him.
However, it must not be a Fuso person, absolutely not.
Huaxia, who wanted this time and space, was once again suppressed by Fusang. She went to buy a piece of tofu and was killed.
I can't afford to lose this person.
"Don't think too much. One day, if you want to keep none of them, then you won't. If you want to destroy the country, then destroy the country. It's not anyone else's turn to interrupt here." Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's tangled face, and suddenly
Full of seriousness.
One day, he will let her do whatever she wants to these people, never having to look at other people's eyes, and always letting these people know whose place this is.
Ziyu suddenly raised his head, Beiming Changfeng's words...
This is a promise to her and a promise to this land that one day there will be only one owner here, that is, the people who have lived here for generations, the real owners of this land.
"Okay, I believe you."
The night wind blew through Ziyu's long hair, carrying an unspeakable solemnity.
The earth reincarnates and time and space last for thousands of years.
Our efforts from beginning to end are to make my world my own.
The night is getting darker and darker.
With Beiming Changfeng's promise, Ziyu felt relieved and had a delicious meal.
"I'll give you one day and one night. We'll leave tomorrow night." After dinner, Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu with a serious face.
"In such a hurry?" Ziyu was stunned. This was too much. She had to collect food, grass, and medicines. How could it be enough in one day and one night?
"You only have so much time. If you have any requirements, please contact Hanyang and he will assist you." Beiming Changfeng assigned Hanyang to Ziyu.
Hanyang is in charge of Beiming Changfeng's finances and is very familiar with this aspect. He has temporarily mobilized all the manpower here.
Ziyu didn't say anything when he saw this, and stood up in a hurry.
We don't have much time, we have to do it right away.
"Hanyang, let's go check out the medicine first..."
"Young Master." Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened and Di Yi walked in with a gloomy face. Fu Er whispered a few words to Beiming Changfeng.
Beiming Changfeng's expression did not change when he heard this, but the murderous aura around him suddenly rose up.