Feng Qinghan is right, why do I think she doesn't want to stay in Shangjing, maybe she is depressed and in a daze, it's just because she can't communicate with others, no one talks to her
"Forget it, let's talk when we see her"
In the end, I didn't want to continue talking. I closed my eyes and rested, but my heart was full of turmoil.
I remembered that I was in Wanyao Village.
I spent dozens of years there with me. Although life was difficult and bumpy at the beginning, the company head of the village made me understand that I am not alone.
The monsters in the village trip me up from time to time, but when a crisis comes, they will protect me and keep me from dying out.
But in the end they were all killed by the human race
I recalled that I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at Feng Qinghan. Before that, his words were very good, even perfect, but this time after the Zhexian Clan, I couldn't help but doubt.
He said that he is the emperor merchant of the human race, the adoptive son of the scenery star, and has a high position and authority. Let's believe it, but why didn't he tell me clearly at the beginning that he is a demon race?
But now it's hard for me to ask him, after all, he doesn't even remember the Zhexian clan
I looked into his eyes and asked cautiously, "You won't lie to me, will you?"
Feng Qinghan was a little surprised, probably wondering why I would suddenly ask such a question.
"of course not"
I nodded, he said clearly, yes, then I believe it, but there are still some things that need to be explained.
"How can I meet Lan Ling when I go to Shangjing this time?"
"Of course I will take you in"
I hesitated for a moment, and said, "Would you like me to go in? You are just an imperial merchant, how can you enter the imperial palace as soon as you want?"
Feng Qinghan said with a mysterious smile: "Don't worry, Shanren has his own tricks."
I looked at his smiling face, picked up the soft pillow beside me and threw it, hitting his face.
"speak nicely!"
Feng Qinghan took down the soft pillow that fell on his lap, and said helplessly: "I am an imperial merchant, but I can enter and leave the palace at any time to meet with the emperor to report on finances."
Hehe, I don't believe it
There are a lot of talents in the palace, but he still lacks his manpower. To put it bluntly, if Feng Qinghan makes money, he only needs to hand it over to the treasury. The emperor doesn't need to meet and understand in person!
"Oh, so that's how it is. When we arrive in Shangjing, I have to ask Mr. Feng for a meal."
Feng Qinghan looked at me, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Childish"
I didn't bother to talk to him either, I just stared out the window in a daze.
It will take at least five or six days to go to the imperial city from here, and it will be uncertain if it is slower, and I don't know if Lan Ling really wants to stay in the imperial palace.
If she is unwilling to leave, what about the Zhexian Clan? what should I do?
There are also monsters, the human race will certainly not turn a blind eye to the mummy appearing in the imperial city, and it is only a matter of time before the crusade against monsters.
But based on the human race, I guess it's enough
These two things are what I promised the village chief, and they must be completed, otherwise, the village chief and I must be doomed according to the demon king's way of pushing the pot.
I slightly relieved the sulking in my heart, thinking I should let nature take its course.
Anyway, the target is there, the sprites are to be caught, and Lan Ling is to be brought back to the Yaozu!
As for Feng Qinghan, since he is not a human race, and he did not directly participate in the Wanyao Village matter, then together with Lan Ling, he will bring him back to the Yaozu
I thought about it in my heart, and before I knew it, the corners of my mouth also rose, causing Feng Qinghan to feel depressed for a while.
"Zhen'er, stop laughing, it's so ugly"
Hearing this, I lowered my head to look for a soft pillow, but unfortunately I couldn't find it. The only one I threw out just now, but this did not affect my "gentle" feedback.
I gathered my five fingers together, and with spiritual power, I directly touched Feng Qinghan's arm.
In an instant, a tragic sound came out of the carriage door and rang into the sky. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com