1185: Ancestor Mo Jun III

Ancestor Mo Jun III

All these years, they could not even defeat the savages. If even they could not defeat it, the others would not stand a chance then.0

"Qing'er, bring him along."

Nan Xian's expression was calm and indifferent. "If there are any dangers, we still have him to face them."

"Alright." Feng Ruqing frowned. "However, State Preceptor, don't you feel like we have forgotten something?"

Nan Xian calmly shook his head. "No. I have brought along everything necessary."

Feng Ruqing went silent for a moment. She turned around and looked at Gu Yiyi and Mu Qingyin. Then she lowered her head to look at Fu Chen and Qing Han who were beside her.

That was right. Everyone who should come along was there, but she still felt like something was missing.

However, at the moment, she could not remember what it was that she had forgotten.

"Since there is nothing that we have left behind, we should continue with our journey."

Feng Ruqing turned and looked at Emperor Xuan Yuan and gave him a kick. "You, lead the way in front."

"Yes. Yes, yes."

To keep his life, this generation's emperor of Xuan Yuan Kingdom was nodding and bowing like a pug. His face carried a forced smile of surviving a life-and-death ordeal.

***

Tianyue Kingdom.

In the imperial palace.

A small little green snake yawned and slowly climbed into the house. "Today, I have awoken too late. It looks so dark. That's right, where are my master and the princess? How come I do not see that bastardly couple today?"

Not far away, a wolfhound was slowly walking over. It was stunned when it saw Qing Zhu who was yawning.

Qing Zhu was also stunned when it saw the wolfhound.

The two of them looked at each other for a couple of seconds before Qing Zhu slowly opened its mouth. "Little Dog, did you see that bastardly cou- ah, ptooey, did you see my master and the princess?"

Yes, this dog was practically the princess' dog. It definitely could not speak badly about the princess in front of this dog. Otherwise, this dog would definitely tell on it.

The wolfhound was stunned for a second. "Master has already brought along with her the state preceptor and left. She said they were going to return to their old home. That's right, a place called Cang Yue Mainland. Why are you still here?"

Xiao Qing's body was frozen. The blood in its whole body had also solidified. Even the air also seemed to have changed slightly.

After a moment, only did Qing Zhu manage to collect its voice. It tilted its head to the side and stared. "Where did you say they have left to?"

"To their old home. However, you do not have to be too sad. Perhaps, they are unable to bring us, these beasts, when returning home. Master has also promised that she will come back in the future to bring us along with her."

'You all can't follow them back to their old home, but I can! I am their fellow villager! I am also a snake from Cang Yue Mainland!'

Now, Xiao Qing understood its current predicament!

Its own master, that bastard, only had the princess in his eyes. He had left behind this living snake!

Qing Zhu cried out in pain. It was too late to pack up and so it ran away with tears, quickly disappearing into the sunset.

The wolfhound could not understand why Qing Zhu was so sad.

It was not like Master was not returning.

She had promised them that she would return. Since that was the case, they should just obediently wait for her at home…

The wolfhound naturally could not understand that to Qing Zhu, being left behind by Nan Xian and Feng Ruqing felt like the sky had fallen. There was no more hope left in its whole snake life.

Actually, Feng Ruqing and Nan Xian were not to be blamed.

Qing Zhu very rarely appeared before Feng Ruqing and it was not one of her spirit beasts. It was difficult for her to remember this snake. It was only because of her love for Qing Zhu that she vaguely remembered she had left something behind.

As for Nan Xian…

Cough cough.

This bastard only had the memory span of a goldfish. Expecting him to remember Qing Zhu? That was almost impossible.

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