Chapter 839 Hitting people again and again in the face
Feng Danyuan said quietly: "The Son of God and the descendants of Jiuli all believe that their gods will be reborn and will bring them back to the Central Plains. This obsession has supported them through thousands of long years. Otherwise, in Nuwa,
Even if there is a century-old alliance with Tianyu after his death, the already declining Northern Xinjiang cannot continue to this day.
"The obsession to return to the Central Plains is imprinted in the blood of every son of God and descendant of Jiuli, and it cannot be removed. What we can do is not to remove the obsession, but to add a layer of faith."
A bright light flashed in Wei Zi's eyes, and she suddenly understood: "Yes, since it can't be removed, there is no need to remove it.
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On this day, fine snowflakes began to fall in the capital, which had been sunny for several days.
This is the first snow in northern Xinjiang this year.
Feng Danyuan, dressed in black clothes, and Wei Zi, dressed in green clothes, stepped into the capital of Northern Xinjiang hand in hand, while Bai Kui flew slowly in the air.
The people in the royal capital were shocked when they saw this.
A young child pointed at Feng Danyuan and Wei Zi and said loudly: "Auntie, are they gods?"
The adult quickly covered the child's mouth and carried him into the house.
But these words are the question in the minds of all the people, and even the soldiers: Are these two people gods?
Northern Xinjiang coach Dan Mu has received a reply from the Northern Xinjiang King and can bring Feng Danyuan into the palace.
Feng Danyuan didn't mind whether he went to see the King of Northern Xinjiang or the King of Northern Xinjiang came to see him. Taking Wei Zi's hand, Shi Shiran stepped into the not-so-large Northern Xinjiang Palace.
Wei Zi looked around and whispered to Feng Danyuan: "This place is not as good as Prince Chen's Palace." Even in modern times, the palaces in some small Southeast Asian countries she visited looked more luxurious than the palaces in Northern Xinjiang.
Feng Danyuan sneered: "Building a palace requires money, but there is no money in Northern Xinjiang."
He did not deliberately lower his voice when he said this, but Dan Mu happened to hear it, and the latter's face immediately darkened: There is a saying in the Central Plains, "Hit people without slapping them in the face," but this coach of the Yun Kingdom hit people and slapped them in the face.
With a heavy cough, Danmu signaled to Feng Danyuan: This is the Northern Palace after all, don't be too arrogant.
Feng Danyuan glanced at him, his eyes full of contempt for "Who are you?"
Danmu was so angry that he almost took action.
After entering the main hall, King Grona of Northern Xinjiang was sitting on the throne, high above the throne, as if he was meeting an envoy.
Wei Zi looked at the bear-like man on the throne, and then glanced sideways at the stunningly beautiful Feng Danyuan, and couldn't help but think of Feng Danyi's words: The current King of Northern Xinjiang is Feng Danyuan's cousin.
The two look nothing alike. At least in appearance.
When his eyes fell on the face of the King of Northern Xinjiang again, Wei Zi was slightly startled, and then his eyes quickly became serious.
At this time, the King of Northern Xinjiang and Feng Danyuan were having the first round of competition in silence.
King of Northern Xinjiang: I am waiting for you to greet me.
Feng Danyuan: Ha.
"Khan, could you let me take your pulse?"
A clear voice sounded in the hall, and the King of Northern Xinjiang was stunned. Feng Danyuan also turned his head to look at Wei Zi in surprise.
"Almost dying?" According to Feng Danyuan's understanding of Wei Zi, she would not speak so hastily unless she was terminally ill.
"The poison has entered the internal organs." Wei Zi whispered.
Most of the people present were martial arts practitioners, so no matter how low her voice was, she was heard clearly.
"How dare you curse the Khan!" Dan Mu was angry at Feng Danyuan. After hearing Wei Zi's words, he became furious.
"Do you think I need to use the method of 'cursing' if I want someone to die?" Feng Danyuan's eyes were cold and scary: "You are the one who is bold enough to scare my wife with such a loud voice."
"You——" Danmu's throat suddenly felt like someone was pinching him, and he couldn't make any sound.
