Chapter 1566 The Phoenix Clan: Poor people must have something to hate
"I, the Twelve Riders of the Flying Dragon, are enough." Di Wuya gently rubbed Feng Jiuer's head, his eyes full of reluctance.
Feng Jiuer met his eyes and knew what he was thinking, and felt a little sad.
She pursed her lips and snuggled into his arms.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, thank you for your hard work."
Di Wuya's big palm fell on Feng Jiu'er's small shoulder, he hugged her and rested his chin on her head.
On Qiao Mu's side, knowing that he was about to separate from Feng Jiang, his face turned dark the whole time.
Fengjiang held her hand and looked at him momentarily.
After Tang Xiaohua finished a cup of tea, he found that the atmosphere in the entire wing was a bit heavy.
"What's wrong? It's not about life and death? Besides, the entire Blackpool landline is only so big, it will be gone in a few months, isn't it?"
"Now you have a princess, a prince, and an uncle from the Nine Emperors. I can accept it. Why can't you accept it?"
When his eyes fell on Qiao Mu, Tang Xiaohua gave a thumbs up.
"Qiao Mu, that's amazing! You even got the prince, and you're so affectionate, I'm envious!"
"Madam." Yue Jianfei also held his wife's hand, "I promise, I will treat you well in the future."
It means that he is not a prince or a prince, but he can still let his wife live the life of a princess.
Tang Xiaohua rolled his eyes at the man who had treated him badly before, and looked away with no shame.
"Sister Hua, Uncle Nine Emperors is the prince of Beimu Kingdom." Feng Jiuer looked at Tang Xiaohua and curled her lips slightly.
"He was already the emperor, but..." She looked back at her man with a somewhat happy expression.
"Later he abdicated the throne to his younger brother, so he is still a prince now."
"Don't tell me that he doesn't even deserve to be the emperor for you?" Tang Xiaohua asked with a frown.
"Yeah." Feng Jiuer nodded proudly, "What? Do you have any opinions?"
Tang Xiaohua deliberately opened his mouth, but closed it again after a moment.
This surprise was very perfunctory.
"You are amazing!" Tang Xiaohua extended his thumb again, this time to Feng Jiu'er, not Qiao Mu.
Feng Jiuer smiled and rolled her eyes, leaned back, and returned to the man's warm embrace.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, my father will leave it to you."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Di Wuya, then her eyes fell on Tang Xiaohua not far away.
"Sister Hua, after the Feng clan's affairs are completed, I will take you to see Beimu Country. Beimu Country is also good."
"Let's talk about it later." Tang Xiaohua was a little supportive.
Why did she feel that the men around her were all good men, but her husband...
"Alas!" Suddenly, she sighed lightly and picked up the teapot by herself.
"Xiaohua, I'll do it." Yue Jianfei seemed to sense something and took the teapot from Tang Xiaohua's hand.
Feng Jiuer pursed her pink lips lightly and raised her eyes to look at Di Wuya.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, when do you plan to leave?"
"Tonight." Di Wuya lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.
The reluctance in his eyes became thicker and thicker, no less than Feng Jiuer's.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Feng Jiuer asked a little knowingly.
He was leaving, and she just wanted to have a good talk with him, and then talk again.
"Don't worry!" He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
"I will find our father and we will meet again soon."
Feng Jiuer stretched out her little hand and touched the man's chin: "I don't trust you, really!"
No one knows who the other person is, and there are too many unknowns when going to Peach Blossom Island now.
Di Wuya held Feng Jiu'er's head, lowered his head and came closer.
Feng Jiuer looked at the enlarged handsome face, blinked, and immediately lowered his head.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, there are too many people here."
"Do you dislike it? If you dislike it, we can leave now." Tang Xiaohua raised his eyebrows.
"No." Feng Jiuer smiled and held God Wuya's thumb, pressed down his palm, and looked back at everyone.
"Now that you have decided, let's hurry up and discuss it."
"Brother Yue, Sister Hua." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and stood up.
She looked at the Yue family and her husband and bowed.
"Thank you again for your trust, and thank you for your help."
"What did you say?" Tang Xiaohua glanced at Feng Jiu'er, with a smile in his eyes.
"You are Lord Night's treasure. When I help you, I am helping Lord Night. When we find him, we might be able to... well, have a chat with him."
Feng Jiuer glanced at Yue Jianfei and sat down.
"Sister Hua, you deserve a beating!"
"Xiaohua, believe me, I will never do it again." Yue Jianfei said pitifully.
Tang Xiaohua ignored them and raised his eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er and Di Wuya.
"If you have any plans, the sect leader can arrange them. Although our Yue Family Army has no plans to join Longying, we are now considered a family."
"Jiu'er, don't forget to introduce your father to me after the matter is settled."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and smiled, then nodded lightly: "Okay!"
Who doesn't know that Sister Hua is angry with her husband?
Brother Yue is quite pitiful now, but there must be something hateful about a pitiful person. It is all his fault first, and he cannot sleep with blame.
Getting back to business, everyone began to discuss countermeasures.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
The next day, morning dawned and the earth returned to light.
But some people have already left, and the reluctance of those who remain will not diminish as the sun rises.
Everyone is running for themselves, and Feng Jiuer has no time to be pretentious.
She worked out a plan to attack the city all night long, and slept for less than an hour until almost dawn.
The sun rises in the east, and the brothers wake up early to figure out what to do and what to do.
Feng Jiuer had a hasty breakfast and summoned everyone to discuss the plan to attack the city.
In the outer hall of the wing last night, Feng Jiuer stood in front of a very large map.
Based on the map sent by her brothers, she enlarged and depicted the Leijia Town.
Feng Jiuer stood in front of the map, holding a slender wooden stick in his hand.
"This is the map of Leijia Town. The four places I circled in red have relatively large mountain streams."
"There are several places where the brothers got information from their inquiries."
Feng Jiuer glanced at everyone and clicked four red dots respectively.
"This No. 1 point and No. 2 point here are, I suspect, the route Lei Shenbao used to escape. Especially No. 2, which is relatively secretive."
"The third brother said that Lei Shenbao has a famous formation master, but he has never seen this person."
"Judging from the situation at the time, we were probably blocked by the formation but didn't notice it."
"Miss Jiu'er, the situation on our side is similar. The other party's army disappeared suddenly." The person who spoke was Long Shiyi.
Because the people who led the Longwu Army to attack from the east of Li City at that time were the Twelve Feilong Riders, Emperor Wuya kept Long Shiyi behind.
Long Shiyi frowned as he recalled the situation at that time.
