"The pillar is destroyed?" Fang Ruoxing looked at his father, "Daddy, isn't Tianzhu bad for us?"

Fang Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Why does this old gentleman say this?"

Seeing that he is so serious, the Brahma Sutra straightened his back, and asked with his eyelids hanging, "This is the first time I have come to your place, but, I know, it's called exile, right?"

"Yes."

"I've heard a little about this place. I once committed the wrath of the gods and was frightened by the curse of eternal life."

"Yes!" It's rare for people who came to this place for the first time to know so well on the host, "The old man is so clear, can I know the way to crack it?"

"Now that the Tianzhu is ruined, you only need to destroy the various rituals that enshrine the incantation spirit, and find someone to dissolve the incantation spirit, and you can start again and live normally."

"Please also give some advice from the old man."

Fang Zhu’s face was not visible, and his heart was surging, "The ceremony of enshrining the curse that the old gentleman refers to refers to the ritual of exile?"

"I don't know."

The Brahma Sutra shrugged, "The reason why the curse in your place has always been prosperous, except for the support of the pillars and the shrouded control over all of you, is definitely because you have various rituals to worship. Anyway, because of you. Fear, don’t worship whatever you do, just do it normally."

"good!"

Fang Zhushang nodded earnestly, and then asked, "But the exile street is so big, the exile curse is so strong, anyone in this world can dissolve the curse spirit?"

"Ahem!"

The Brahma Sutra glanced at his master, and then continued to retract into the corner.

Everyone understood his move, and only Gong Yulan could help.

The Lord Fang looked at the immortal figure in front of him, and was about to speak. This is Yuanling hurried over and said anxiously: "Master, the exile ceremony is about to begin. Many people have already arrived. They are still waiting for you. They also said that this time the four pillars were broken and foreign enemies have invaded, and foreign enemies need to be found. There are a lot of people injured here, and people from several major families have set off. They also hope that we can take some pictures. People came out to help rectify, and at the same time discussed Tianzhu."

When Fang Zhu heard this, his face became deep.

He had forgotten that the exile ceremony was about to begin.

And Gong Yulan was so powerful when they destroyed the Tianzhu, I don't know how many people would be injured.

The destruction of the Tianzhu is the sin of the nobles, and the nobles must bear it.

but……

As long as he thinks of what the Sanskrit scriptures say, Fang Zhushang can't help but be moved.

If there is really a way to liberate the people who are exiled on the street, they will no longer be bound by the curse...

The Lord Fang took out a token from his arms, threw it to Yuanling, and ordered: "You take the token to find someone from a few big families, saying that the memorial ceremony will no longer be carried out, come to me if you have any questions. . After you are done, you try to send more manpower, material resources and doctors to help treat the wounded, and at the same time to comfort everyone."

"Uh!

Yuanling's eyes widened, this token master has never left his body.

See the token as see the master.

One of his subordinates, holding this token is really hot.

In addition, what shocked him even more was his master's words. He couldn't believe it: "The memorial ceremony is no longer going on? Master, are you serious? This is..."

"You question me?" Fang Zhu's face was cold.

"Don't dare."

Yuanling knelt down, still in disbelief: "However, the memorial ceremony is..."

"Yuanling, you should do what Dad said." Fang Ruoxing said anxiously in mid-air, "Daddy must do something reasonable. Now there is no time to explain too much to you. By then, Dad will definitely explain it to everyone. of."

Yuanling's lips moved, but after all he said nothing, stood up and respectfully took his orders: "Yes, the subordinates understand."

After finishing speaking, he turned to leave, and the Lord Fang said again: "Also, let's operate the Fourth Street Communication Device and notify the other third streets of this news, saying that our South Street does not plan to hold memorial ceremonies again, and let them stop. manner."

Yuanling frowned: "But other streets may not be willing to listen to us."

The nobles of Four Streets have always been at odds with each other.

"Whether they listen or not, you only need to express the meaning clearly."

"Yes."

"As for West Street, it is Miss Duanmu's meaning to mention it one by one."

Isn't Miss Duanmu sleeping?

Yuanling felt extremely weird, but didn't dare to ask anything, and nodded and said, "Yes, let's do it for your subordinates."

When going out, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a few people in the room. He was shocked and wondered: When will the new guests arrive in the house? Why doesn't he know?

But he didn't dare to ask if he shouldn't.

It was arrogant just now.

Seeing Yuanling was gone, Lord Fang's eyes were firm. He stepped forward two steps before arching his hand to Gong Yulan and saying, "Mr. Gongyu, please..."

"Well……"

Before he finished speaking, Duanmu Yawang on the bed let out a soft moan and turned his head twice.

Gong Yulan stopped moving her eyes, and immediately reached out her hand and gently touched her cheek, "Wake up?"

"Sister is awake?"

When everyone heard Duanmu Yawang's voice, they were overjoyed and ran over to the bed to look at Duanmu Yawang.

Fang Ruoxing was sitting on the sun, bound by the knot in the air, anxiously worried, "Daddy, you let me down first, I want to see Miss Duanmu."

"good."

Fang Zhushang helplessly, with a move of his hand, she slowly lowered her from mid-air.

She hastened to get her to the bedside.

Duanmuya looked at her head and turned twice, then made two chuckles before frowning and opening her eyes.

When she woke up, her mind was still dizzy, her eyes were a little confused for a while, she opened her eyes and saw a face she hadn't seen for a long time, froze for a while, and muttered in a low voice: "I must be dreaming."

When speaking, he closed his eyes again.

"Don't be silly."

The corners of Gong Yulan's lips twitched, and it was as if the blossoms were blooming in an instant, "It's me."

When he said, he squeezed her cheek slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Low and sweet voice, familiar breath, and warm palms.

Everything is so familiar.

It's really not a dream!

Duanmu Yawang opened her eyes suddenly, very happy: "It's really you?"

"Um."

The sound is so good that it is intoxicating.

"Wow!"

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help it, turned around, threw himself into Gong Yulan's arms, sat on him, put his arms around his neck and asked with a smile, "Why are you free?"

Everyone saw Duanmu Yawang's gestures and his faces were a little embarrassed.

It was the first time that they had seen Duanmu Yawang's so charming little girl.

Turn left and right, not knowing where to go.

However, the beauty of men and women is very pleasing to the eye.

Before Duanmu Yawang's words, Gong Yulan couldn't help but talk more: "Xiao Yawang, you are ashamed to say that, hasn't it sensed that your breathing becomes slower and your heart rate is abnormal, so the master rushed over immediately. You I don’t know, you almost scared us to death!"

As soon as his words fell, Gong Yulan narrowed his eyes.

The Brahma Sutra immediately hid his face with his sleeves and hid away.

Okay, he knew it was wrong, he interrupted the love between the host and Xiao Yawang.

"Okay, don't be angry."

Duanmuya saw the appearance of the Brahma Sutra, knowing that he had provoke him, and smiled twice.

Thinking of the Brahma Sutra, she curled her eyebrows: "My breathing slows down and my heart rate is abnormal? No, I slept with one foot until now, so I feel very comfortable!"

"You are cursed." Gong Yulan stared at her smiling face and couldn't help squeezing her soft and slippery face: "The curse of euthanasia."

Duanmu Yawang was taken aback.

She really has no impression.

She only knew that she had slept for a long time and that she slept very comfortably.

In the dream, there are small bridges and flowing water, birds and flowers are fragrant, and the situation has always been very comfortable, as if being in paradise.

She didn't feel the slightest pain.

"In other words, I was almost euthanized?"

"Um!"

Fang Ruoxing said with red eyes: "Miss Duanmu, you almost scared us to death. After you had a full meal the night before, you have been sleeping until now. And your breathing is getting shallower and shallower, we all thought you could not be saved, thank you... The fiancé is here."

Duanmu Ya looked at Gong Yulan and sighed lightly.

He saved her again.

He appeared every time she was really in distress.

No matter where you are, you can come out.

She couldn't hide the emotion in her heart, and even wanted to cry a little, and even wanted to hug him tightly, but when Jing Fang Ruoxing spoke like this, she realized that there were many people in the room besides the Brahma Sutra.

She sat on Gong Yulanzhi's thigh like this, and she was really...lost.