"I suspect that the Ning family still has blood in this world."===“ "The fate of heaven, the knot of fortune... Welcome..." pa Ji --! "!! His body fell heavily on the ground, which also interrupted the heavy sound in his ears. Mu Yan felt his head, which had been thrown to pieces, and tried to get up from the ground. Palpitating touched his nose, but also stepped on the foot of the ground. The ground is not hard bluestone, but soft as a mattress. Fortunately, it's soft and elastic. Otherwise, you can't use the spirit power even if you fall off guard. Even if she doesn't fall to death, she must be disfigured. It's just what's the ground made of? Close to the smell of a strange food aroma, people can't help but move their fingers. The little yellow chicken has been bouncing and rolling happily on it“ Yellow, yellow Hearing the cry of Mu Yan, the little yellow chicken rolled back, raised his head and opened his eyes. Mom, are you calling Huang Huang? Muyan: "did you hear a voice mention Wushang palace just now?" Little yellow chicken crooked head: do you have it? Seems to have? Muyan picked it up, looked around, and asked: "Wushang palace, do you have no impression of this name? Forget where you're from? "“ What are you talking about Little yellow chicken blinks big eyes, a face confused, "gabble, gabble!"—— Huang Huang is mother's son. Of course, he was born by his mother and father! Mu Yan smoked from the corner of his mouth. I really want to tell this stupid chicken that he and Emperor mingjue are human beings. No matter what, they can't produce a chicken. OK! But on that pair of ignorant clear eyes, or swallow back. All right! Son of a chicken, son of a chicken! Anyway, she has raised all kinds of bear children, and it's not bad for a chicken. Muyan put down the little yellow chicken and let it play by itself, while he began to explore the surroundings. Obviously, it's a palace. But the arrangement is very strange. The ground is soft, and the strange things that smell delicious will not be mentioned. The tables, chairs and even the windows in the room seem to have a strong sweet smell. Boom! A strange sound came. Mu Yan turns his head to see that the little yellow chicken actually bit off a corner of the table and is squinting at Zhenghuan“ Huang Huang, what are you eating? " Mu Yan was startled. Is this stupid son too hearty? How dare you eat and drink in such a place? Little yellow chicken: "Gee, gee, gee, Gee!" Mom, this is delicious! Sweet, you eat too!! Said, with their own small wings to break off another corner of the table, handed to Mu Yan in front. Mu Yan frowned and took over, looked suspiciously, and smelled near his nose. A strong, sweet smell of pastry. But it was different from the pastries she had eaten before. Boom, boom, boom! Little yellow chicken eat more happy, mouth kept shouting too delicious. Make Mu Yan also stomach in a burst of cuckoo, can't help but want to taste. At this moment, however, a rush of footsteps came from a distance. Mu Yan heart a Lin, big shout a way: "Huang Huang, come back!" Before she could finish, the door had been knocked open. Several tall figures rushed in. The leader grabbed the little yellow chicken, then turned around and left“ Whoa, whoa, whoa --! "