Hearing the irony in Di Zun's words, Feng Lan raised her eyebrows.

"You hate His Majesty?"

It's not just disgust, it's simply hatred.

That woman was the source of her pain for more than ten years.

But these deities would not tell Feng Lan, even Feng Lan would not believe it.

In Feng Lan's current memory, Qing Shuang has always been the wise, decent, and considerate empress.

Di Zun was too lazy to say anything more, so he took off his fox fur and threw it back to Feng Lan.

"Or am I the one you hate?" Feng Lan was a little annoyed. He threw the fox fur on the ground and grabbed Di Zun's hand. "Why do you hate me so much? Didn't we already have it?

Got acquainted?"

Feng Lan did plan to set off tomorrow, but he wanted to ask clearly before setting off.

This realization touched Di Zun's sensitive nerve.

She shook Feng Lan's hand away.

"We don't know each other, we didn't know each other in the past, we don't know each other now, and we won't know each other again in the future. Fenglan, you are always so self-righteous. Why do you think that I want to hate you? You and I are just meeting by chance, and you don't even know

I don’t even know my name!”

After saying that, she stamped her feet and turned around to leave, in order not to let Feng Lan see the tears in her eyes.

He didn't even know her name.

Indeed, he didn't even know her name yet.

He actually cares about the name of a woman whose name he doesn't even know.

But at that moment, he didn't even have the courage to ask.

Feng Lan stood in the courtyard in a daze for a full night.

At dawn, Fenglan set off and returned to Beiqing.

Feng Xin was the only one who came to see her off.

"I will come back to get the Phoenix Order sooner or later." Feng Lan looked at Feng Xin and suddenly found that there were some traces of green maple in Feng Xin's outline.

"Be careful with that woman from Beiqing Emperor." Feng Xin suddenly said as Feng Lan rode away.

Feng Lan tightened the reins of the horse in her hands and did not say anything. She pinched the groom with her legs and the horse had to move forward, and soon disappeared.

Feng Lan turned around and saw someone walking out of the city gate.

"Since you're here, why don't you come together to see him off." Feng Xin smiled when she saw the visitor.

"The ugly daughter-in-law is not liked by her father-in-law, so she can only hide." Ye Lingyue winked at Feng Xin. "I want to tell you that Di Zun's face is almost healed. It's a pity that Feng Lan is gone.

Already."

Ye Lingyue was also very anxious when she saw that Di Zun and Feng Lan were getting along like boiling frogs in warm water.

It's a pity that Feng Xin didn't let her intervene.

"It's just people who leave. As long as the heart is still there, they will always come back. I'm just worried that the empress won't let it go."

The person she has coveted for many years is right under her nose, and Empress Qingshuang may not be able to bear it anymore.

"Then you are going to put the person back?"

Ye Lingyue pursed her lips.

"As you said, when a frog is boiled in warm water and half-dead, it is better to add some fire to the fire. Those of us who are juniors cannot be the fire, we can only trouble others.

Feng Xin pinched Ye Lingyue's nose.

Ye Lingyue dodged Feng Xin's hand, her mouth dissatisfied.

"Feng Xin, why do I feel that you are trying to kill people with a borrowed knife? Feng Xin, you are so cunning.

"Those who are close to black are ink. My wife taught me well." Feng Xin smiled.

Ye Lingyue felt ashamed, as if someone was born with a dark belly.

Behind him, there was the sound of horse hooves.

Is it possible that Fenglan is back again?

When Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin turned around, they saw a strange face pop into their eyes, but it was not Feng Lan, but an outsider who had traveled a long time.

When she saw the person coming, Ye Lingyue looked solemn and blocked Feng Xin behind her, with a look of caution.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, this man was wearing a single coat. On the black shirt was the word "Southern".

This person has a Chinese character face, a purple face, and the horse he rides on is even more energetic. Unlike ordinary horses, the horse's back is hairless and covered with dense scales.

In Ye Lingyue's mind, she thought of a spiritual beast, the ninth-level spiritual beast Dragon Scale Horse.

With Ye Lingyue's eyesight and the strength of the person coming, she couldn't see through it at a glance.

"I am the messenger from Sifang City. I am here to deliver the order from Sifang City. May I ask where the lord of this city is?" The man was condescending and had a certain power. He obviously did not take Ye Lingyue seriously.

Sifang City?

Ye Lingyue was surprised at first, and then remembered something.

Could it be Sifang City, which hosts the best forging in the world?

It is rumored that the Lord of Sifang City has four envoys from the Four Directions, namely the four envoys from the east, west, south and north. Looking at the envoy from the south, he seems to be the envoy from the south of Sifang City.

"I am Ye Lingyue, the Lord of the Mercenary City. I wonder why you came to the Mercenary City?" Ye Lingyue said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

The person who summoned the messenger was really the Southern Envoy. Hearing that Ye Lingyue was the city lord, Nanfang was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the lord of such a large mercenary city was actually this beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old in front of him.

.

The southern envoy was hesitating about Ye Lingyue's identity.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a look came from behind Ye Lingyue.

The Southern Envoy couldn't help but look over. At this glance, the Southern Envoy felt that his limbs were stiff, and a cold air rushed up from his heels.

He was a handsome and eye-catching man. He stood behind Ye Lingyue, who claimed to be the city lord. The Southern Envoy naturally thought that he was Ye Lingyue's bodyguard.

Even a bodyguard is like this, so Ye Lingyue's identity is self-evident.

The southern envoy hurriedly dismounted, clasped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully.

"I'm sorry. On the orders of the Sifang City Lord, I've come here to invite Miss Hei Yue and Master Hei Xiaoling, the masters of weapon refinement in your city, to participate in the finals of the No. 1 Forge in the World." After saying this, the Southern Envoy took out two tokens.

, the three characters Sifang Ling are engraved on it, which is the Sifang Ling that represents the symbol of Sifang City.

Black Moon? Black Xiaoling?

Ye Lingyue was confused, isn't Heiyue her?

As for Hei Xiaoling, what the hell is that?

Feng Xin behind her reminded him softly.

"Hei Xiaoling is Hei Yue's younger brother. The siblings have been separated for many years. They just met each other a while ago. City Lord, you must be too busy these days and have forgotten."

When Feng Xin said this, Ye Lingyue immediately came back to her senses.

Daring Dragon Baobao used the pseudonym Hei Xiaoling to participate in the No. 1 Exercise in the World, but when did she also participate in the competition?

Ye Lingyue brought the southern envoy back to the city lord's palace. When they learned that Long Baobao's spiritual weapon was selected for the finals, Yan Jiu and Long Baobao were both surprised.

It wasn't until Long Baobao told her that Ye Lingyue realized belatedly that her Life Qiankun Bag had been taken by Long Baobao to participate in the No. 1 Forge in the World in the name of "Black Moon".

"Sister Yue, that's great. This way, we can go to Sifang City to participate in the finals together." Long Baobao was extremely excited, holding Ye Lingyue's hand. This is the best thing he has received in the New Year.

A good New Year gift.

The southern envoy on the side was wondering, why did this female city lord become the black moon?

Feng Xin watched calmly from the side, and finally asked.

"I would like to ask the envoys from all directions, can the contestants in this final competition bring their families?"
Chapter completed!