The two embracing each other on the bed Seven, originally planned to have a good chat.

However, when the others left for only a quarter of an hour or two, the door of the room was knocked again.

The manager's voice anxiously sounded outside the door: "Miss Duanmu, Lord Gongyu, please come out, the Lord."

Duanmu Ya looked at Gong Yulan and stopped, "Is it coming to you to melt the curse spirit?"

Gong Yulan stopped pursing her lips, obviously a little bit displeased by the interruption.

They haven't seen each other for a long time!

Duanmu Yawang stood up, kissed his perfectly profiled face, and smiled: "Don't be angry, you destroyed the four pillars and injured a lot of people, plus today should be the time for the memorial ceremony. In the eyes of the people on Banish Street, it is a catastrophe, and it must be panic."

"If I say it can be solved, it can be solved."

"I naturally believe in you, but the exile people who have been dominated by the curse of exile for many years may not believe it."

"Actually, I didn't get hurt much, and you gave me Lingguo and Xianlu, and all the discomfort passed." Duanmu Yawang smiled and asked quietly after speaking, "That's right. , This time the scent of the spirit building fruit is really incomparable in the past, how many levels is it?"

Gong Yulan was just about to speak, but the outside manager never waited until he answered, and patted the door anxiously: "Miss Duanmu, are you there?"

"exist."

Duanmu Yawang replied: "Let's go out now."

After speaking, Gong Yulan Zhi had already put on his shoes.

The two held hands and opened the door.

"Miss Duanmu."

The manager was relieved when he saw Duanmu Yawang.

Duanmu Yawang glanced at him, and saw a simple circle of white cloth wrapped around his head. It was estimated that the wound was simply bandaged.

Compared with the past, he is very haggard, and his lips are still a bit purple.

Duanmuya was a little worried about seeing him in this state.

However, before she could speak, the manager caught a glimpse of Gong Yulan Zhi, who was oppressed by the aura on his body, and quickly backed away a few steps with a pale face, and didn't dare to get too close to him, so he respectfully clasped his fist and said: "You have Lao Gongyu. The son."

Gong Yulan glanced at him coldly, "Where?"

"Memorial stand."

The steward did not dare to replied with the slightest negligence: "The nobles of Four Streets have arrived, and the Lord is working hard to persuade everyone not to hold memorial ceremonies again, but because of...today's bad news, coupled with hundreds of years of habit, support Three are not enough."

Duanmu Yawang understood, "In other words, Lord Fang asked you to come to Gong Yulan to persuade everyone in the past?"

"Yes."

The manager anxiously said: "There should be less than two quarters of an hour before the memorial ceremony. If you can't convince everyone at this time, then the memorial ceremony will continue."

Duanmu Ya looked at Gong Yulanzhi, "Then let's go there?"

"Um."

Gong Yulan nodded slightly.

The manager heard Gong Yulan agree, and he was relieved.

Also cast a grateful look at Duanmu Ya.

He discovered that Young Master Gongyu was expressionless to everyone and said nothing, only when he was facing Miss Duanmu, he was gentle and easy to talk.

Duanmu Yawang: "Where is the memorial stand?"

The steward said in a hurry: "Please come down with you."

When speaking, he will lead the way.

However, Gong Yulan never left. He held his breath, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was doing.

There was still a quarter of an hour or two, and there was no delay, like an ant, but he didn't dare to urge Gong Yulan to stop.

But soon, Gong Yulan opened his eyes. He took Duanmu Ya looked at the steward and ordered: "Come here a few steps."

I didn't know what was going on, but I trot a few steps over.

Standing at the distance of two arms from Gong Yulan Zhi.

He still didn't understand what was going on, his eyes flashed, and he came to a place with a loud voice.

He glanced intently and was startled, "Memorial stand?"

so fast!

But in the blink of an eye, he went to the memorial stand from the house!

You know, although Fang Mansion is not far from the memorial stand, it takes a quarter of an hour to use a spaceship!

Duanmu Yawang heard his words, glanced around, his face changed a little: "This is the memorial stand?"

"Yes."

The steward wiped a sweat and pointed in a direction, "Lord, they are on the memorial stand."

Duanmu Yawang raised his head, only to see a high platform.

To be honest, this memorial stand was very noticeable from my imagination, but it was much more spectacular than I thought.

Duanmu Ya glanced at it, and there was almost no one on it.

She was even more shocked: "Why have I never seen such a high platform and a wall before in a spaceship?"

It stands to reason that she could not have noticed such a macroscopic wall and table.

Guan Shi smiled bitterly: "This is only revealed today, half an hour before the memorial ceremony."

"I see."

Here, there are people all around, and I don't know if it is here to watch or what to do. Anyway, it is bustling, and the surroundings of the memorial table will be airtight.

The strange thing is that many people are obviously injured, but they don't go back to receive medical treatment. Healers stay in this noisy environment and don't want to move.

She frowned and said, "Where is the memorial gate?"

Guan Shi closed his eyes and sighed: "...Yes."

"!"

Guan Shi added: "And it's not just as simple as the high altitude, where there are many beasts, there are all kinds of birds above the sky, and all kinds of beasts on the ground below a hundred meters."

In other words, after entering the memorial gate, whether it is falling to death or struggling not to fall to death, eventually, it will become the belly of the beasts!

"It's cruel."

This is a hundred times more cruel than she imagined!

At a height of one hundred feet high, people who don't have certain strength can't get up at all!

If you can't get up, it's easier to fall down.

Even Duanmu Yawang himself, if he hadn't had a flying machine, had never tried to climb such a high altitude.

She may not be able to support it.

At first she thought about the idea of ​​entering the memorial gate to find a way to escape after being punished. It is really fearless for the ignorant!

It's really ridiculous!

The steward’s lips pressed a bitter curve: "Alive in Banish Street, how can there be no bitterness?"

"Fine."

Duanmuya frowned, thinking that there was not much time, and said to Gong Yulan: "Since they are here, shall we go up now?"

"Um."

As soon as Gong Yulan stopped speaking, the steward felt that there was another sway in front of him. When he was calm, he was already standing still, and the wind whistling in his ears.

They have come to the high platform.

Duanmu Ya looked around the stage. The surface of the stage was not too big, it was only 70 or 80 square meters. There were 20 or 30 people standing on it, all of them were well-dressed and dignified. Arguing.

However, feeling that someone was coming up, one by one suddenly stopped the argument and looked at them one after another.

Seeing the three of them appear without warning, his face changed a little, "Who are you?"

On the high platform, unexpectedly came so quietly!

"coming?"

Seeing that Duanmu Yawang and Gong Yulanzhi were still in charge, the host looked loose, and said respectfully to Gong Yulan: "Gongyu Gongzi has taken a trip."

Gong Yulan pursed his lips and did not answer.

He has a strong aura.

No one can match a face.

The eyes of many people present stayed on him.

However, the people present were all nobles. He didn't speak, he didn't give them face, and now they are making trouble very unpleasantly, and some people say impatiently: "This is not a place where everyone can join in the fun. Get out. !"