Feng Danyuan ignored the meridians in his body that had begun to swell again and added two more layers of "Canghailu".
This time, the trembling water-patterned mirror finally calmed down. The young prince stared at his peach blossom eyes for a while, then shouted: "Dad, there is someone inside!"
People? Feng Danyuan was stunned. Are they from the Chishui tribe?
"Are there wolves?" he asked.
"No!" the young prince said with certainty, "that man has messy hair, a full beard, and tattered clothes. He looks like a savage..."
The young prince described the description in detail. The more Feng Danyuan listened, the more confused he became. It seemed that he was not from the Chishui tribe, but in the memories of Tianyu and Nvwa, there was no such person...
Thinking of this, something suddenly stirred in my mind, and a name popped up involuntarily: Chi You!
Chiyou, Linze, Nanming!
"Xiaoyu, look carefully. The figures inside don't look like Nanming?" Feng Danyuan's meridians were so swollen that they were about to explode, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
The little prince in his arms can naturally feel that his father can't hold on any longer, and he needs to see clearly quickly!
I don't know if it was clearer inside, or if his thoughts made his eyes penetrate the mirror, and the scene inside was finally clear.
"This man doesn't look like Uncle Nan... Oh, no, no, the lower half of his face doesn't look like him, but his eyes and eyebrows are a bit - no, they look very similar!"
Feng Danyuan's heart suddenly trembled. With his beard all over his face, the lower half of his face certainly didn't look like Nanming's usual gentle and elegant look, but if the upper face looked like it, then it was very likely——
Feng Danyuan made a decision immediately.
He quickly let go and sent the young prince to a place ten feet away from him, and then endured the severe pain that was like burning bones all over his body, and injected the last layer of "Canghailu".
"Canghailu" roared, shattering the mirror like a hurricane, driving straight in, and rolling out the people inside.
Seeing that it was done, Feng Danyuan quickly took back the "Canghai Record", but it was too late. His unhealed body was severely injured again. He knelt on one knee and vomited a large amount of blood, and his eyesight turned black.
Even so, he still took advantage of the little clarity left in his mind to roll the young prince back and hold him tightly in his arms.
The young prince was frightened and looked blankly at his father who was pale and vomiting blood.
After a while, he stretched out his sleeve to wipe the blood from his father's mouth. His little face tensed up, but he didn't cry. He was a little man and couldn't cry.
Feng Danyuan hugged the young prince and sat on the floor. After practicing the skills, his eyes no longer went dark, and he finally regained his breath. Then he said to the young prince in a low voice: "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid. Put the flare in daddy's pocket."
Let go, Feng Ji and the others will be here soon."
The young prince nodded vigorously and said with a crying voice: "Well, daddy, don't be afraid."
The little hand took out the flare from the purse, pulled the string skillfully, let go, and the flare flew into the sky.
The red-orange light illuminated the dark sky and also illuminated the top of Fajiu Mountain.
The young prince saw a dark shadow on the ground.
When he looked up, he saw a man with a beard covering half of his face and a look of shock between his brows.
