Ji Fengming was also completely bewildered. He grabbed Hei Xiao's hand and transmitted his voice, "Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, why are you pulling me? We already arranged our people yesterday. Who else do we need to gather?"
Black Owl's expression froze, his heart skipped a beat, and then he let go.
He stopped, pursed his lips, and said expressionlessly, "Go back and feed the Golden Phoenix and the Azure Phoenix."
Ji Fengming: "???"
Didn't I just feed her this morning when we came out?
But Black Owl ignored him and turned away.
"Hey, wait for me, slow down!" Ji Fengming was puzzled, but he still chased after him.
Black Owl did not slow down at all, but lowered his head slightly and glanced at Ji Fengming who was chasing after him out of the corner of his eye.
He suddenly had a realization:
Some people may not be meeting for the first time, but rather reuniting after a long separation;
But the passage of time has made them temporarily forget each other.
Yet, their past obsessions are something they cannot relinquish, even when facing life and death.
That's why we have those seemingly real but actually unreal illusions and déjà vu.
What about him and Ji Fengming?
Were all those terrifying hallucinations he saw related to Ji Fengming?
Black Owl clenched his left fist lightly, a dull ache in his heart:
He dared not think about it, if those things were all true;
How will the overwhelming blood and darkness that fills the world be equated with the sunny, energetic boy behind him?
How tragic and cruel that must have been!
Perhaps he's just overthinking things.
The moment the banner was displayed, various factions stirred: almost everyone shared Chen Xiaoyi's opinion that if the person who displayed the banner had indeed captured the Ninth Prince's men, then the Ninth Prince would definitely appear at the Soul-Shattering Cliff of Niu Mang Mountain tomorrow, no matter what.
The already bustling and prosperous Fengxiang City became even more lively.
The streets are filled with martial artists dressed in formal attire, carrying swords and knives, as if a martial arts tournament is about to be held here, and all sorts of strange and unorthodox figures are present.
Although the time agreed upon on the banner was noon, all sorts of strange and monstrous people in the city left the city early in the morning to start climbing the mountain.
Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, Chen Xiaoyi, Jiao Da, and others naturally followed behind, walking slightly towards the back of the crowd.
The mountains are steep and the mountain roads are winding and rugged.
Ji Fengyao looked up at the densely packed people dressed in various ways on the mountain road ahead and couldn't help but click her tongue and transmit a message to Shang Xiye: "Your Highness, I didn't expect you to attract so much jealousy. Look, they're all here to kill you."
"A bunch of rabble" Shang Xiye didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. His starry eyes held a mix of indifference, boredom, and disdain.
The unintentional, domineering aura that emanated from him was simply irresistible to Ji Fengyao.
If they weren't two "grown men" now, she would definitely have rushed up and grabbed the prince's arm, begging for a hug.
"Little wife, aren't I amazing?" The prince, whose handsomeness lasted less than three seconds, suddenly leaned closer, shamelessly hooking the little bandit's hand with his index finger, and whispered sweet nothings, "I've brought you so many little toys, how about you consider rewarding me..."
Ji Fengyao: "...Big brother, did you sprain your ankle? Why don't you go back to the inn to rest?"
Ji Chenhai and the others turned around with puzzled expressions, all looking concerned.
Are you feeling uncomfortable seeing so many people wanting to kill you?
If you really feel unwell, go back to the inn to rest.
Even Chen Xiaoyi showed his "kindness" in a rare way: "Brother, so many of us have killed a mere Ninth Prince, that's enough, you can go back now."
Shang Xiye: "..."
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