Feng Tianlan smiled and said to Abao, "I remember how cute your father was when he was jealous.
"It's very childish to be jealous of a man as big as dad, isn't it?
How can it be cute?
Mother has a beauty in her eyes, so she thinks dad is cute when he is jealous."
A Bao couldn't help complaining.
It’s true that my mother can have memories of my father wherever I go.
The Imperial Master glanced at Feng Tianlan and looked away in disappointment, continuing to look for the Prediction Ball as if nothing had happened.
Meng Chun had been standing at the door, watching all the expressions of the Imperial Master.
Why.
Why does Pu Xia, who has no emotions or desires, care so much about Feng Tianlan?
Shouldn't he forget?
Doesn't he have no emotions?
Is he really gone, or are these exceptions only for Feng Tianlan?
Or, as long as that woman is Yunyi, no matter what Pu Xia becomes, he will make an exception for her Meng Chun gritted her teeth tightly, filled with hatred, but she had no choice but to watch helplessly.
When, when can Feng Tianlan be killed, and when can Pu Xia let go of her obsession, so that she and Pu Xia can have a good start?
Feng Tianlan glanced back at Meng Chun, then looked away, not taking it to heart.
As long as Meng Chun is not related to those things, she and Meng Chun don't want to care so much.
After searching for a long time in the palace, Feng Tianlan couldn't find the prediction ball, which made Feng Tianlan a little disappointed.
"I remember that the Imperial Master told me before that if you want to know the past and the future, you need a drop of my blood."
Feng Tianlan asked the Imperial Master.
When she was in Xuantian Continent, the Imperial Master did say this.
At that time, she was arrogant and very wary of the Imperial Master, so naturally she would not agree.
I don’t know why, but I felt regret at this time.
If she wasn't so arrogant, if she wasn't so hostile to everyone, if she had seen the future with Mo Bai in Xuantian Continent, she might have been able to prevent a lot of things.
Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.
The Imperial Master hummed, "No need now."
His memory was a little fuzzy, and he couldn't remember why he had to ask for Feng Tianlan's blood before.
It seemed to be an important part of his change of fate.
But now, he looked at Feng Tianlan.
This thought was not very strong, but there was still a hint of it.
Predicting the ball with blood, knowing the past and knowing the future, is a matter of selling one's soul, just like Xi Jin did.
Then why did he insist on Feng Tianlan's blood?
The Imperial Master shook his head.
His idea of changing his fate against fate seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, but he also felt that he had been working hard on this matter and had not given up so far.
It seemed that he had another way.
Why?
Feng Tianlan didn't think much about it.
He thought that the National Master would say this because he couldn't find the Prediction Ball.
In fact, this time, she really wanted to find the prediction ball.
Not to mention giving blood to the prediction ball, she was also willing to cut her flesh.
This time, she wanted to see her future with Mo Bai, and she wanted to prevent all misfortunes from happening.
At night in the Divine Realm, the vast starry sky is very bright.
Even the night wind makes Feng Tianlan feel comfortable, as if the pores in her body are stretching, and then countless spiritual energy pours into her body, nourishing her body. .
She felt more and more that she should belong to the God's Domain.
Under the moonlight, Feng Tianlan relaxed her mind and breathed deeply, and her face, visible to the naked eye, recovered little by little: