This level of rigor was far beyond Mu Yunhan's expectations.
This also shows that the secrets in Xiangshan are really big.
Mu Yunhan said softly: "Can't you foresee some things? Can you foresee what the future will be like?"
For example, the national destiny of Zhao State.
And what will happen to these people in the future?
Gu Fenglin fell silent for a long time, then Fang whispered: "The future is unknown."
The ancestor's magic is passed down to his generation, and some abilities are inevitably lost or weakened.
To predict the future, you have to wait for the divine dream to come.
The so-called divine dream refers to a dream that foresees the future.
If you don't have divine dreams, you won't foresee anything.
"Actually, people with magical talents can have a way to live a little longer, and that is to try not to let themselves dream. However, no one can resist this temptation, including me."
Under the starlight, Gu Fenglin's face was cold and indifferent, his lines were cold and hard, and his eyes were as dark as the abyss.
"Those who cannot and do not want to ascend to the altar are not true men of the Gu family. God and my talent, I would rather burn to the ground than live."
He looked at Mu Yunhan and smiled lightly: "Hanhan, you have to know that I am not as good as you think. I am not a person with a pure heart."
He only used that method before he discovered her and met her. After meeting her, he could no longer control his greed.
Mu Yunhan was silent for a long time and held his hand: "I'm not that good either. I also have hatred in my heart. Let's fight back together, okay?"
Gu Fenglin said slowly: "Okay."
He took her with him all the way to the depths of Xiangshan Mountain.
After they left, a figure carefully moved out from behind the bushes and stared blankly ahead.
Starlight fell down, illuminating his delicate and handsome face.
Meng Jia stared at the vast Elephant Mountain and cursed softly: "Fuck! Gu Yinxian, this pretty boy, can actually talk?"
A gust of fishy wind hit him, and he subconsciously shrank his head and bent down, trying to roll away, but a pair of claws pinned his shoulders accurately.
The heavy dog's body pressed down, and the wet breath was so close at hand, as if the neck would be bitten off in the next moment.
Meng Jia gritted his teeth, quickly took out a dagger, and stabbed him with his backhand.
However, the new student did not move his mouth, but gently arched his neck, stepped on him, and looked down at him.
Mengjia wasn't sure what the dog meant, but even if he stabbed it twice, he couldn't do it anymore.
So he bluffingly whispered: "What are you doing? Get out of the way! Otherwise, I am not easy to bully. Winter is here, and I will just peel your dog skin to make a robe."
The new student cupped his hand holding the dagger and stared at him with moist eyes.
"Hmph, just put it away. You don't know where the stinky dog came from. It's just as cunning as your master."
Meng Jia put away the dagger and raised his hands: "Is that okay?"
Only then did Xinsheng let him go, stood beside him, and looked ahead quietly.
Mengjia turned over and sat up, hugged Xinsheng's neck affectionately, and rubbed its head vigorously: "I said, why doesn't the little bitch bite me?"
Xinsheng let out a low growl threateningly, indicating to let go quickly.
Meng Jia didn't care and rubbed it twice harder: "I'll just rub you, or if you bite me, I will bite you too!"
newborn:"……"
Meng Jia suddenly felt sad: "Do you also think I'm stupid?" (To be continued)