"Everywhere hurts." Feng Jiuer felt really uncomfortable, mainly because of fatigue.
Although his martial arts was disabled, his body was not damaged, but he was exhausted. Even if he lay down for a whole morning, he still could not fully recover.
At most, he seems to be in better spirits, but his body is still weak.
Lan Yue didn't know how much of what she said was true or false, but her condition did not look good.
"You... let it go first."
The owner's sighing voice was so helpless yet so humane. It was a rare sight in a hundred years.
Even Long Yan couldn't help but sigh silently, the owner of the village... seemed to have really fallen into the hands of this girl.
"But I like holding my uncle's arm." Just like holding my own father!
Although her uncle is only a dozen years older than her, to Feng Jiuer now, he is more like a father than Feng Junzhuo.
It's just that this father is a little awkward.
But it's also because of this awkwardness that it makes people feel even more cute.
She has a very powerful, very remarkable uncle! The owner of the No. 1 village in the world is as rich as anyone in the country! Just thinking about it makes people feel so vain!
If you tell me, it will save you a lot of face.
Long Yan coughed slightly, leaned forward and said, "Master, I... will go out to see if I can help."
Seeing this, Xue Gu could only stand up and said: "Nine... Young Master, then... I have to do something first."
Everyone in the room had left, but Feng Jiuer still didn't want to let go of Lan Yue's arm.
Lan Yue really couldn't understand why this little girl liked holding his arm so much, like a child clinging to its father.
Father... felt a little dazed. This idea was so weird.
"Uncle, you are well-informed. Can you help me see what place is indicated on this map?"
When there were only two people left in the room, Feng Jiuer took out a topographic map from his sleeve pocket.
This was the second point she couldn't figure out. The Masked Empress had disabled her martial arts, but why did she give her such a topographic map?
This terrain map is somewhat similar to the phoenix mark on her lower back, but if the Masked Empress hadn't given it to her, she might not have been able to figure it out.
It turned out that the phoenix mark on the lower back was really a map, but the way it was recorded was a bit strange, and she couldn't tell what it was when she looked at it.
Now, the Masked Lady decrypted the map for her, but after looking at the map, she still didn't know where it was.
"Where did it come from?" Lan Yue took it and looked at it carefully, her black eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Uncle, do you know where this place is?" Seeing his expression, Feng Jiuer's eyebrows lit up with a hint of expectation.
"I don't know." I just have some impression, but this impression is too vague. I don't know where I have seen similar topographic maps.
Feng Jiu'er was a little disappointed, and the disappointment in her eyes made Lan Yue feel guilty, as if he should satisfy this girl but couldn't.
A feeling of guilt for having let down one's own children.
"I'll think about it again."
"Hmm." Feng Jiuer put away the topographic map and put it back into his sleeve pocket, but seemed to remember something and asked: "Uncle, have you heard of the Feng Clan?"
Lan Yue's face darkened and she said displeasedly: "It's just unfounded speculations from the world. There are no Feng people in this world!"
He clenched his palms tightly and said with a bad look on his face: "Even if there really is one, it is...a devil!"
Feng Jiuer's heart felt cold. She couldn't see what secrets her uncle was hiding in his heart. However, his uncle was indeed extremely resistant to the word "Feng Clan". Why?
Why does she have the mark of the Phoenix Clan on her body? Why does my uncle hate the word Feng Clan so much?
"I see there's nothing wrong with your health. It's time for me to go back." Lan Yue still used a little force this time to push her away.
Feng Jiuer sat on the bed, raised her head and winked at him: "Uncle, I have lost all my martial arts skills now."
"So what?" Didn't she look like she didn't care at all? Although, Lan Yueming knew that this kind of indifference was just for everyone to see, but she didn't want to make the people around her worry.
This girl... no matter what, at least she is stronger and calmer than he thought.
It was really difficult for her to be a little guy of sixteen or seventeen years old.
When I was sixteen or seventeen years old, I was in high spirits, full of enthusiasm, and seemingly heroic. In fact, I couldn't withstand the slightest setback.
After his sister, whom he regarded as his idol, was killed in battle, he became completely depressed. If not for this, the Long family would not have perished so quickly!
Compared to the little girl in front of him now, when he was this age, he was truly beyond her reach.
"Uncle, I have many enemies, and all of them want to kill me." Feng Jiuer winked at him again.
"So...what?" This bad girl! These two words made him really uneasy.
"It's nothing, I just told my uncle that I might be in a big, big crisis. I might be assassinated tonight."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Uncle, please stay and finish the meal with me!" She frowned again, and the pitiful look she had just now disappeared in an instant.
Lan Yue really wanted to give her a hard slap on the forehead, what is this? One moment she looked pitiful, the next she smiled playfully, making her angry and hateful, but really... uneasy.
"I'm very busy..."
"No matter how busy you are, you still need to eat." He was unmoved. Feng Jiuer immediately lay weakly on the bed, looking like he was dying: "Uncle is not even willing to leave me time for a dinner. What if I
I was really assassinated. Starting tomorrow, you won’t be able to see me anymore.”
"Shut up!"
"Uncle, they hate me to the core. They will cut off my hands and feet, gouge out my eyes and cut out my tongue, cut me into pieces, and..."
"Shut up!"
"Uncle, they might break my legs first, leaving me crawling to see you and grandpa."
"you……"
"uncle……"
"Isn't it enough for me to accompany you?" Can you shut up? She didn't feel these words when she said them herself, but when others heard them, their hearts felt desolate for a while! It hurt!
Feng Jiuer covered her lips and smiled: "Uncle, I still want to say one last thing."
"Don't say it." I've already promised to stay with her, what else do you want?
"But, I'm in a bad mood right now. I've been banned from martial arts. I'm so depressed. If you don't let me talk, I might suffocate to death."
"Oh, I'm really choking to death. I'm in a bad mood. I'm so sad. I need to talk. Uncle, I'm so sad."
Lan Yue stared at her and took a deep breath.
It seemed like I could knock her out with a slap, right? She was chirping, so annoying!
