Yin Nian lowered her head slightly.

The fingernails must be cut into the flesh.

It's time to ask everyone to have a good meal before the war.

There is no time.

The smile on her face was a little difficult to maintain, and her lips were pale.

The voice faced the wind and the scorching sun, "Everyone, get ready!"

And another void.

Feng Qing was surrounded by a group of people. There was a huge fire tripod in front of her, and a white jade plate inside was burning, slowly turning into the shape of a door.

The door is about to open again.

Feng Qing's father beside him glanced at him and chuckled.

A dirty seal between unknown truth.

The words of the head of the Feng family and Yin Nian rang out at the same time.

"Qing'er, I wish you a happy time."
Chapter completed!