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When she heard that Yan Wuzhan told Nameless Old Man to call Feng Liuyun, her eyes lit up, and she finally remembered that Feng Liuyun had went to Princess Mansion before …
Could he be someone from the Feng Family?
Yes, Ning'er said that he was someone from the Dongfang Nation, and his surname was Feng. If it wasn't for his Feng Family, who else could be surnamed Feng?
Remembering that Feng Liuyun might be Ning'er's blood relative, Madam Wang waited outside the palace with a heart that wouldn't go anywhere, and Yan Wuzhan was probably the only one in the world who cared about Dongfang Ning’er's life and death. It wasn't just Yan Wuzhan who was restless these days.
"Brother Liu Yun, the King of Japan has an urgent matter for you to attend to today. I hope you can give me a hand."
After seeing Feng Liuyun, Yan Wuzhan changed his expression and bowed deeply.
"How can Battle King say such a thing? I, Liu Yun, will never accept it. If you have anything to say, please say it. If Liu Yun can do it, then he will not let you off!"
Feng Liuyun hurried forward to help Yan Wuzhan up. What was the point of doing this? Everything that this man had done these days was already passed down under the heavens. He was just an ordinary person.
What on earth made him do this?
"Come, sit down first. This king wants to ask you, are you a direct descendant of Feng Family?"
Feng Family?
For Battle King to ask about Feng Family, could it be that his family had offended him?
Yan Wuzhan was from another country's War Lord, so he was definitely not interested in Feng Family. Today, his words and actions were so weird, and his questions were so direct, so how about telling him?
Also, why is Battle King like this? Is this person really Battle King?
Feng Liuyun stopped talking, his eyes scrutinizing Yan Wuzhan under the blindfold. He knew Yan Wuzhan, the legendary War Lord was extremely handsome, always wearing a cold face, different from the person in front of him …
"Brother Feng, please do not blame me. This king …" Sigh, there's something that This King can't tell you in detail right now. This King is only inquiring about your family background for the sake of his loved ones.
Could the person she loved be Fang Ning?
Feng Liuyun thought for a moment. Since he asked, then he would say it. His identity was no longer a secret. Besides, Haotian was a good friend of his. He shouldn't harm him.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Yan Wuzhan again. Although he didn't fix him, he looked a lot more rugged and his worried eyes didn't seem fake.
"You really are Battle King?"
He had only seen Yan Wuzhan once in Anning Hospital, and it was even Dongfang Haotian who had introduced him. There were some things that he couldn't not be careful of, and he hoped that this question wouldn't anger this godlike Battle King.
"Huh?"
Yan Wuzhan thought about it and looked at his own body …
"Dongfang Haotian said that you are his brother."
He thought for a moment, as if this was the only way to dispel this person's distracting thoughts.
"This humble one greets Battle King. This humble one is blind, please …"
"Stop with the nonsense and quickly tell this duke whether or not you are the direct descendant of Feng Family. To the best of this king's knowledge, Feng Family has always only one child …"
Looking at Feng Liuyun's age, he was not much different from Dongfang Ning’er. There had always been only one direct descendant of the Feng Family, otherwise, Feng Zhiyu wouldn't have dared to ask for that betrothal gift, as it was a bloodline that could not be passed on.
After all, this mountain and river was still surnamed Dongfang. Who knew that the people of the world could not accept that such a thing would happen, and that instead, he had caused the family to be displeased, the Imperial Family to be displeased, and the officials to be displeased …
In short, a country was not something you could take just because you wanted it. Even if someone gave it to you, you wouldn't be able to sit in that position.
"Battle King might not know, Feng Family does not only have a direct son or a direct daughter, this is an ancient inheritance method. Every generation will have a direct son or a direct daughter, and they are not the descendants of the current generation …"
Feng Liuyun stopped here. There were many things that couldn't be revealed to the world, especially to his background.
"This is a long story, Battle King only needs to know that Liu Yun is the only legitimate son of this generation in Feng Family. I wonder if Battle King had anything else to ask Battle King other than this?"
Yan Wuzhan didn't blame him for saying that he would save some, he was only concerned about whether his blood would work on Dongfang Ning’er or not.
"I'll lend you a drop of blood. Wait here. If this can be done, then I'll owe you a gargantuan favor!"
After saying that, he quickly grabbed Feng Liuyun's hand and slashed across his arm. No one knew where he got the bowl from, but after accepting it, he turned around and ran.
Nameless quickly went forward to help him stop the bleeding. The two of them stared blankly at the place where Yan Wuzhan had disappeared: this Battle King's behavior is getting weirder and weirder …
"Don't blame the Feng Family brat. It was Ning'er that caused him to lose his composure."
"Fang Ning?"
It was really her. Feng Liuyun finally relaxed. As long as it wasn't something that would endanger the family, there would be no worries.
"Oh, so it's for Imperial Advisor Fang. Then it's no wonder, genius doctor, please sit …"
He covered his arms and sat in the hall with Nameless Old Man, quietly waiting for Yan Wuzhan's result. His heart was raised as if the person Yan Wuzhan wanted to save was related to him.
When he saw Dongfang Ning, he had the nagging feeling that he had seen this person somewhere before, but he couldn't recall who this person was or who he looked similar to.
Yan Wuzhan flew back to Dongfang Ning’er's room with a bowl in his hand. Seeing Daoist Master Mohe sitting in the hall and resting with his eyes closed, he became extremely angry. Damn it, wouldn't this guy help him defend Ning'er? What if she woke up and couldn't find him?
He had completely forgotten that he had chased everyone away. Who would dare to touch his treasure?
"Daoist Master, come and try using this blood!"
This person really wasn't courteous at all. Adept Mu was a bit unhappy in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. There were many things that weren't ready yet, so he had to bear with it.
"Let's first take out her blood and test the compatibility of the blood within the bowl!"
"Is he going to bind it with his blood?" Yan Wuzhan rushed into the room while thinking. When he saw Dongfang Ning, his face immediately turned so soft that water was dripping out of it.
"Ning'er, it might hurt a little. I'll be more gentle. Just a drop of blood, a drop of blood!"
He gently lifted Dongfang Ning's blanket and pulled her hand out. He looked at it for a long time and didn't know where to start. What she loved the most was these hands. Where to draw blood?
Only when Adept Mu walked up to him and coughed a few times to remind him did he finally take out his knife. Just as he was about to slash down, he suddenly remembered something and ran out.
"Nameless, give me a silver needle."
After receiving the silver needle, he returned and gently drew a line on Dongfang Ning's arm. He used his bowl to catch a drop of blood and passed it to Mu He before hurriedly circulating his cultivation to help her stop the bleeding. He didn't even want to let even a single drop of blood flow.