Fairy Holy Feather's cheeks were as pale as paper, and even a thick layer of rouge could not be covered.
The head of the Holy Feather looked at the fairy. Although Gongziye's words were a little harsh, on such a serious day, the fairy of the Holy Feather was really unhappy with makeup and dressing up in such a serious day.
"Class leader, I..." Fairy Shengyu wanted to say something, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
Previously, the maid said that Ye Clan Ye Palace threw Bingmu out, and the fairy of Shengyu even thought that Young Master Ye was very charming. Only then did he realize that the most handsome man in the thousand tribes was a thorny person, and those who wanted to pick him would be stabbed.
hurt.
"I laughed at Ye Palace." said the clan leader.
Ji Yue looked at the hair accessories on Fairy Shengyu's head with faint eyes. Several beaded hairpins were particularly dazzling in the sun.
"Since you call yourself a fairy, don't wear some vulgar things. What's the difference between it and people in the dust?" Ji Yue said coldly.
The rosy blood on Fairy Holy Feather's face seemed to be squeezed cleanly in an instant, just like the thin willows shaking and trembling in the wind. Her slender fingers gently clutched her sleeve shirt, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
"Young Master, we should be the Hui tribe." Aunt Ye was sure that the young master came to the Holy Feather tribe to seek justice for the five elders.
Before coming here, the ancestor of the Ye clan reminded her to hold on to Ye Palace and not cause trouble.
Before Ji Yue could speak, the leader of the Shengyu clan heard it and quickly invited Ji Yue into: "Ye Hall, since it's all here, why not go in and sit in? The tea from the Shengyu clan will remain incense for several days, which is not a rumor!"
Aunt Ye's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at the attentive leader of the Holy Feather speechlessly, and her eyes gradually showed sympathy.
Over the years, the most powerful Yuhuang, the Holy Feather Clan, has been in seclusion and has not planned to leave the seclusion for thousands of years, so the Holy Feather Clan has been getting famous from the upper three tribes.
There are countless struggles among thousands of races, and the waves are slapping the sand and the fittest survive. Don’t look at the joyful races on the list. In fact, if you are not careful, you will be a hundred feet abyss. You will be replaced by other races that have risen later at any time.
No matter how strong the races removed from the list are, their foundation and strength will eventually be consumed.
Later, the Holy Feather Clan no longer relied on the power of the Feather Emperor, but because there were rumors that the Feather Emperor was not in seclusion, but actually died long ago.
The most taboo thing for those who are in seclusion is to be disturbed by others, and the members of the Shengyu tribe cannot argue.
Regardless of whether the Feather Emperor is born or died, as long as he does not appear for a day, the comprehensive strength and status of the Holy Feather Clan will only decline!
In order to stabilize the status of the Holy Feather clan, the patriarch and all the senior executives could only come up with ways to keep warm. Over the years, the Holy Feather clan has always been an affiliated race of the Changbai Immortal Clan.
The Changbai Immortal Clan dares to use the word "Immortal" among the race names, which shows how great the ambition is and how strong the strength is!
This is also an extremely mythological race. When the Dream Clan was booming, the leader of the Dream Clan was even expected to break through the bottleneck and surpass himself to ascend to the immortal realm. Suddenly, due to the Thousand Poisons Plague, he was slaughtered overnight. The leader of the Dream Clan committed suicide by committing suicide in the clan.
The golden tripod gate of the Shengyu clan was closed, and the aunt of the Ye clan closed her mind, narrowed her narrow eyes, and looked at the Shengyu clan leader carefully.
A few years ago, the leader of the Shengyu tribe, Ye visited Ye Clan and met with his ancestors. He wanted to follow Ye Clan, but unfortunately he was rejected by his ancestors.
Now that Gongziye has come to Shengyu in person, the clan leader is naturally attentive and flattering, but the clan leader never expected that Ye Palace came here not to have a long talk with him, but to protect his wife!
Fairy Holy Feather took off the pearls and hairpins on her head, followed behind the people, and occasionally looked at Ji Yue.
"Young master comes to the Holy Feather Clan, what do you need?" asked the head of the Holy Feather Clan.
"I heard that General Nan is sick and is seriously injured. I specially sent a pill that can be used to nourish the body."
Great replenishment pills...
The head of the Holy Feather Clan's eyes glowed. The Night Clan has many rare pills. On weekdays, the ancestor was very careful and was famously stingy and could not get anyone.
If Uncle Nan Yan can get the Night Clan elixir and invite a doctor from Ren, the wound with his broken arms may be saved.
"My grandson can get the care of Ye Palace, which is the blessing he has cultivated in his three lives." The leader of the Shengyu Clan raised his hand excitedly, "Ye Palace, please..."
The leader of the Shengyu tribe took Ji Yue to Uncle Nanyan's residence. Uncle Nanyan was like a useless body lying on the bed and unable to move. He was sweating heavily, his face was faintly pale, and the wounds on his arms were wrapped in layers of soft cloth.
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"Grandpa..." Uncle Nan Yan shouted in pain when he saw the leader of the Shengyu tribe.
"Uncle Yan, this is the young master of the Ye clan. He was worried when he heard about your injuries and brought the Night Clan magic medicine." said the head of the Shengyu clan.
Uncle Nan Yan's eyes were shining, and the doctor just told him that if he got the magic pill and came to the Ren clan's high doctor again, these broken arms would be cured.
"Ye Palace..." Uncle Nan Yan moved his body and hurriedly saluted. The patriarch helped Uncle Nan Yan firmly. Fairy Shengyu inserted a mouth: "General Nan, you don't have to salute. Young Master Ye can feel your sincerity." Nan
Uncle Yan's eyes were slightly red: "It must be that God could not see the poisonous woman of the Blood Demon, so that the young master would pity me. When my arms were ready, he would definitely pick up my bone-blade knife and break the demons one by one.
The meat-making paste, especially the fifth elder
, I must tear her body apart with my own hands and send her to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Aunt Ye couldn't bear to listen anymore, so she turned her face and quietly raised her hand and rubbed her temples.
The moment Ji Yue looked at Uncle Nanyan, Uncle Nanyan felt a biting cold wind blowing through his ears, and his soul seemed to be about to be broken.
Ji Yue took out the brocade box and placed it on the table.
Fairy Holy Feather took it and asked anxiously: "Is this a pill?"
"Yes." Ji Yue glanced at the brocade box, it should be a pill.
Fairy Shengyu walked towards Uncle Nanyan with the pill, and Aunt Ye said, "Fairy, let me show this pill for the Chinese medicine doctors in the clan."
"No need, the Night Clan's divine pill is definitely not fake." Fairy Shengyu took out the pill and put it to Uncle Nan Yan's mouth. Uncle Nan Yan also opened his mouth impatiently.
The elixir melts immediately when it enters the mouth, and a wisp of water gazelle seems to have the breath of the elixir, flowing in the lips, teeth, and throat.
"Blood Demon! Damn!" Uncle Nan Yan was excited and angry.
Ji Yue put her hand behind her, her eyes becoming more and more cold.
His eyes fell on Uncle Nan Yan, and his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
After a while, Uncle Nan Yan suddenly trembled violently, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and his eyes were full of blood and red.
"This..." Fairy Shengyu was at a loss and looked at the leader of the Shengyu tribe beside him in panic and horror.
"Yan'er, Yan'er..." The leader of the Shengyu panicked: "Hurry, call the doctor..."
Uncle Nan Yan's body trembled and vomited a lot of blood.
The blood squirted upwards and then fell down, Uncle Nan Yan's face was covered with.
Uncle Nan Yan turned his head hard and looked at the handsome and handsome man. Young Master - Ye -!
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