Chapter 247: The Unofficial History of the Dynasty

A Bao's eyes lit up.

[Daddy, are you reminding me that if I want to watch, I can watch it secretly? I understand, I understand. Those old-fashioned people are as stubborn as donkeys when they get angry. I won't make things difficult for Daddy. Humph, I will watch it secretly and no one will find out.]

Tian Shengdi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His daughter's intelligence was really inherited from him.

A Bao asked Feng Zhuo to take her to the temple secretly.

That night, Leng Qingliu held the tree of life, left the inn, and quietly came to the temple. He found that the dragon statue on the dragon wall closed its eyes.

The dragon fell into a deep sleep.

Leng Qingliu felt lost. After all, did he still not have this opportunity?

Leng Qingliu took out the small tree, placed it in front of the temple door, and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times.

"Pray to the true God for protection, pray for spiritual power, protect the tree of life in our Feng Kingdom, and ensure that the God of Life will never dissipate." Leng Qingliu knew that the dragon was asleep and could not hear his prayers, so he had no choice but to pray to the heavens and the true God.

Since the dragon chose to stay here, this place was a Feng Shui treasure land.

He couldn't pray in the Feng Kingdom Temple, so he could only stay here.

He didn't know how many times he prayed and how many times he kowtowed, but the dragon didn't wake up.

Leng Qingliu was exhausted, and his eyes were red.

"Leng Qingliu?" Di Zi'an's voice came from behind.

Leng Qingliu was so scared that he stood up quickly, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince?"

"Why are you here?" Di Zi'an walked over.

Leng Qingliu lowered his head, a little embarrassed, "I, I'm praying to God."

"Ha! Are you praying to the gods of our Tiansheng Dynasty?"

"Well, as long as they are gods, it doesn't matter which country they are from." Gods are not divided by country, and true gods protect all living things in the world.

The same is true for the God of Life.

It's just that the temple of the God of Life is closed in Feng Country.

"Oh." Di Zi'an sighed.

Leng Qingliu saw the green vitality on Di Zi'an again. He looked at the dead tree on the ground...

If only the green vitality on Di Zi'an could be transferred to the tree of life.

"Your Highness, are you in a bad mood tonight?"

Di Zi'an curled his lips, "I can't say I'm in a bad mood, it's just... well, it's hard to say."

"Your Highness, you don't know how many people envy you."

I don't know which master has opened the fortune for this prince, making this prince have extremely strong luck, just like the god of life they worship.

Brings good pregnancy to people and gives them offspring.

"I wonder if Your Highness has ever heard of the God of Life?"

"I have heard of the national god of your Feng country." Emperor Zi'an's eyes were filled with awe. The

God of Life gives life to the people, protects their children and grandchildren, and benefits the people. He is one of the ten main gods, and is worshiped by people all over the world and has great merits.

Leng Qingliu shook his head and sighed, "Your Highness, I'm not in a good mood today. How about we have a drink?"

The national god is about to dissipate, and the only bloodline of the prince cannot be found. These two major events suffocated Leng Qingliu's heart.

You know, once the national god falls and dissipates, this country will be equivalent to committing a crime against heaven.

It will become a place of disaster, punished by heaven, and will never be blessed.

"Come on, let's have a couple of drinks!"

The two bought two bottles of wine and sat on the street, one bottle and the other.

As the saying goes, drinking to drown your sorrows only makes you more sorrowful.

After a while, both of them were drunk.

Leng Qingliu smiled under the influence of the wine, "Your Highness, who brought you good luck?"

"The Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said." Although he was drunk, his mind was still somewhat sober, "You kid, are you deliberately looking for me to drink and want to trick me?"

His sister has great supernatural powers, so no matter what, he must keep this matter secret and absolutely cannot tell others, least his sister be coveted by others and fall into danger.

After all, his sister is still young.

"Hehe, what are you talking about, Your Highness the Seventh Prince? I'm just asking casually." Leng Qingliu held the wine jar and drank two gulps.

Di Zi'an followed him.

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince, follow me." Leng Qingliu staggered and was obviously drunk. He led Di Zi'an to an alley.

Emperor Zi'an was top-heavy, with a blush on his cheeks, and he was still staggering as he walked. "Boy, you don't want to beat me up in this dark place, do you? Don't think I'm drunk, I'm sober."

"Hahaha, Seventh Prince, you are really, so cute."

"No, no, no, I'm not cute. My sister is cute. My sister is the cutest, cutest sister in the world." Di Zian thought of A Bao, and his heart was as soft as cotton. He just felt extremely happy, "Uh... Rabbit?"

Di Zi'an thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and found that there was indeed a wounded little white rabbit on the side of the road. It looked like it had been bitten by a dog and was about to die.

"Seventh Prince, you can touch it."

Di Zi'an smiled foolishly, walked over, and picked up the little rabbit. "You know what, this rabbit is quite cute."

He can go back and give it to his sister.

His sister must like it very much.

"Oh my God! Its legs!" Di Zi'an was studying A Bao's happy face, and saw that the blood on the rabbit's legs in front of him stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dying rabbit became lively.

Di Zi'an was startled and loosened his hand. The rabbit ran away in a flash.

It didn't look like it was injured at all.

Di Zi'an spread his hands and looked up and down at his hands, but didn't find anything unusual.

Leng Qingliu smiled on the side and took a sip of wine, "Sure enough, the vitality of the Seventh Prince can give me things to cross."

The power of the God of Life!

"What do you mean?" Di Zi'an scratched his head.

"Your Highness gave me life and gave me a son. Your Highness's destiny is like the god of life..." Leng Qingliu murmured.

"Me? The God of Life? No, no, no, I'm not. I'm a loser."

Bad luck can't be changed in one's lifetime.

The reason why he suddenly got so pregnant and was able to give birth to a son and life to living beings was just because his sister brought him good luck.

"Maybe, it's not your highness." Leng Qingliu shook his head and sighed, "The person who brings good luck to your highness is the strongest person in this world."

Sister?

Di Zian believed it.

Wuwuwu, that is to say, he can now give life to dying people or animals?

What a heaven-defying luck.

His sister actually gave him such a strong luck!

But he doesn't know how to use it, it's a bit of a waste of God's gift.

"Leng Qingliu, what about the tree in your arms, how about I try to save it?"

Leng Qingliu heard it and thought, yes!

The Seventh Prince has such a strong vitality. He can make anyone pregnant or resurrect anyone he points to. Maybe he can save the Tree of Life.

What's more, the Seventh Prince may have a connection with the God of Life.

"Oh, I forgot! I left my Tree of Life at the door of the temple and forgot to take it." Leng Qingliu was so excited that he really didn't drink this wine in vain.

...

At this time, A Bao fell asleep on the tribute table in the temple again.

She was not sleepy at first, but she tried very hard to move the table, but she couldn't move it. Seeing that the book of the unofficial history of the dynasty was under the corner of the table, she couldn't get it. She was really itchy and almost anxious to death.

The more anxious Abao was, the angrier she became. The angrier she became, the more she ate on the altar. She picked up all kinds of offerings and ate them all. The more she ate, the fuller she became. The fuller she

became, the sleepier she felt. Before she knew it, she fell asleep on the altar.

In her dream, she seemed to hear someone chanting: God is above, please give me your power to save the tree of life.

God is above, please give me your power to save the tree of life... After

a strong and repetitive prayer, Abao scratched her ears impatiently. Save, save, save, she agreed.

It's just a broken tree.

Abao was woken up by the noise. She was going to be in a bad mood tonight.

The little girl climbed down from the altar and saw that there was no one in the temple, but she had just heard the sound of a wish...

Where was the person who made the wish? !