After experiencing many difficulties, the brothers finally got on the ship back to Beimu Country.
In the largest cabin on the ship, Feng Jiuer sat beside the bed, holding Zhan Qingcheng's big palm.
"Master Jingxin uses her inner strength to stimulate the potential abilities in your body, allowing you to fuse the true energy on your own. As long as you take a short rest, you will recover."
"But Master Jingxin..." Feng Jiuer sighed lightly. If she hadn't learned the nun's name from Mu Mu, she would still not know it until now.
Seeing that she was willing to risk her life to save the Nine Emperors Uncle, she admired her deeply.
It's a pity that after this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again.
"What will happen to her?"
Zhan Qingcheng's somewhat hoarse voice sounded.
"I don't know."
Feng Jiuer shook her head, "Serious injuries are always inevitable, yet she was left alone."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, who...is she?"
"My master."
Zhan Qingcheng responded without thinking.
It seems that there is no interruption in concealment.
"Isn't your master Emperor Ji?"
Feng Jiuer's crescent-shaped eyebrows quickly relaxed, "No wonder, I also think your martial arts are better than Di Ji's."
When her eyes returned to Zhan Qingcheng, she calmed down, hugged his arms, lay down, and put her head next to him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are so good to me that I don't know what to do."
Before Zhan Qingcheng had a chance to speak, Feng Jiuer sighed again and sat up.
"Forget it, don't say it!"
She stretched out her jade fingers to cover his thin lips and shook her head.
"I don't know if I can do it. Anyway, I will try my best to repay you."
When Zhan Qingcheng wanted to say something, Feng Jiuer withdrew his little hand, stood up, and put his big palm back into the quilt.
"Have a rest and I'll go out to see my brothers."
Knowing that Uncle Jiuhuang was not a very expressive person, Feng Jiuer did not find it difficult to embarrass him.
Moreover, since her status is so special, she can't guarantee that she can give him whatever he wants, right?
There are some things you should not say. If you say it, if you can't do it, it will be both of you who get hurt.
Looking at the person on the bed, Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly and turned to leave.
"I will never leave you forever."
As she walked out, Zhan Qingcheng's magnetic voice came from behind.
Never give up for the rest of your life! Is the Nine Emperors Uncle’s request just that simple?
For her, he was seriously injured again and again, even abandoning everyone, just to never be separated from her?
This guy is so stupid! "I thought you were going to say, I'll give you ten or eight sons or something."
Feng Jiuer chuckled, opened the cabin door, and walked out.
After closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when she turned around, she still had a nice smile on her face.
After checking the cabins around for a while, Feng Jiuer walked out of the plywood.
On the plywood, Qiao Mu put on a thick coat and sat on one side, quietly looking at the distant land.
Feng Jiuer walked around the plywood to make sure her brother was fine, then came to sit next to Qiao Mu.
"What are you thinking about?"
Passing two steamed buns to Qiao Mu, Feng Jiuer asked softly.
Qiao Mu looked back at Feng Jiu'er, casually took her bun and put it in his mouth.
"nothing."
After throwing out a few words, she took a bite of the bun heartlessly.
"Miss him?"
Feng Jiuer glanced in the direction of Qiao Mu's gaze just now and raised her eyebrows.
"I wonder how he is doing now?"
Qiao Mu looked at the land with a look of regret.
Suddenly, she turned around and held Feng Jiuer's arm.
"Jiu'er, do you think his father will kill him?
For everyone's sake, he even used poison to deal with his own people."
"I thought you were thinking about the mute slave."
Feng Jiuer met Qiao Mu's gaze with an incredible look in her eyes.
"Qiao Mu, tell me, do you like my Third Emperor Brother?"
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at Feng Jiuer and let go of her hand.
Looking back at the distance, she dropped the half-bitten bun into her mouth.
"How is that possible?
We are all brothers. We are all gone and he is the only one left. I am worried that this is not normal."
"The other brothers were also worried, but you didn't ask."
Feng Jiuer patted Qiao Mu's shoulder gently and nodded.
"Yes, everyone is worried, but you are the only one who is still looking at the land of the Phoenix Clan like Wangfu Shi."
"Wang Fu Stone?"
Looking back at Feng Jiu'er, Qiao Mu half-squinted his eyes.
"You're the one looking for Fu Shi! I like the mute slave, and I miss him too, but I don't think I have to say it out loud all the time."
"And you?
Isn’t it said that as many people come here as many people come back?
Why don’t you care if one is missing?”
Meeting Qiao Mu's gaze, Feng Jiuer unconsciously raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.
"You mean, are all the brothers on board?"
This is undoubtedly the biggest good news today.
After escorting Zhan Qingcheng to the ship just now, Feng Jiuer has been treating her man in the cabin.
In fact, she has never been worried about the situation outside.
After all, everyone comes to the Feng Clan because of her.
When she came out just now, Feng Jiuer immediately glanced in the direction of the mainland.
She was relieved to know that she was far away from the coastline, but at the same time she was worried about whether any brothers were left behind.
Fortunately, everyone is on board.
"Um."
Qiao Mu nodded, "Except the mute slave."
Of course she knew Feng Jiuer's worries, so she didn't intend to worry too much about the happy woman in front of her.
It was obvious that the mute slave was missing, so why did she just ignore it?
Feng Jiuer sighed lightly and looked at the profile of Qiao Mu's face left for her.
"The mute slave belongs to Feng Qiongcang. He doesn't want to leave, and there's nothing I can do about it. As for my Third Emperor brother..." "Now, I just hope he can survive. Feng Qiongcang has raised him for more than twenty years.
Feng Qiongcang will not kill him when there is still value for him."
"I hope that Brother Three Emperors can withstand the test of Feng Qiongcang, Feng Clan, I will go back sooner or later."
Turning their eyes, Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu looked at the continent that was about to disappear in front of them.
"However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."
Feng Jiuer's heart felt uncomfortable when she thought that the Third Emperor Brother had beaten her up with Feng Qiongcang and even imprisoned her in the dark ground just for taking her out of the palace.
This time, Brother Sanhuang committed a serious crime. One can imagine what kind of punishment he will receive.
Qiao Mu didn't say a word until she finished eating the buns in her hands, then she asked softly: "Jiu'er, when will we come back?"
"The day when my army is strong enough to compete with Feng Qiongcang, that will be the day when I, Feng Jiu'er, return to the Feng Clan."
Feng Jiuer frowned and said in a deep voice.
The Feng clan belonged to her father, how could it fall into Feng Qiongcang's hands?
Moreover, the Feng clan also has very powerful magical secrets. Only by finding the magical secrets can father's power be restored, and Feng Jiuer will never forget it.
Unfortunately, no one knows when that day will come.
