"What is it? You tell me clearly..."

"It's... it's about the descendants of the Miao family..."

Dingmiao was stunned: "Me? Three months ago...what happened to me?"

If he remembers correctly, three months ago, he was no longer in the shrine at all.

Good point, how could the shrine's side suddenly involve him? ?

"..." Angkor's expression was a little strange, and he fixedly looked at him: "I'm talking about the descendants of the Miao family..."

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin stared quickly, staring at Dingmiao with subtle eyes.

And Dingmiao?

I didn't understand what they meant at all.

"What's wrong with me? No matter it was three months ago or five months ago...I haven't been to the shrine, how could something about me suddenly appear on your side?"

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin coughed twice, patted his shoulder lightly, lowering his voice.

"Brother, I heard clearly... what they said was descendants of the Miao family..."

Dingmiao's head was confused: "Yeah, I heard it, I heard him say the descendants of the Miao family...Isn't this slim descendant me? But I don't have any..."

Feng Chenglin's playful eyes, as well as the words he said just now, made Dingmiao suddenly open.

"It's not me... the descendants of the Miao family these people said, it's not me..."

Damn it!

Isn't he the only descendant of the Miao family? !

This sudden news made his head instantly congested, his ears "buzzed" straight, his head was dull, and he couldn't stand still. He staggered and walked for several steps before borrowing the hall door, barely. Supported the body.

"In that case, I still have my family alive..."

He suddenly smiled and opened his arms impatiently.

"Where is he? Where is my family? How many descendants of the Miao family are still alive?"

Dingmiao asked eagerly, but Angkor wobbled his head back: "I don't know, I've heard all of this... I don't know what happened... I only know that someone is making trouble. Shrine, let go... descendants of the Miao family..."

Let go? !

Everyone heard the deep meaning in it--

Why let go?

Naturally, it was because before that, someone had locked up this descendant of the Miao family.

This ending is not what Dingmiao wanted!

"How can I say... in the palace, the descendants of the Miao family are imprisoned?"

Dingmiao's eyes and tone made Angkor's heart tremble inexplicably, and he quickly raised his hand and pointed to one side.

"...Over there, right over there...in the beast city, there are many slaves imprisoned, many of them are descendants of the Miao family...but, we didn't know before, only knew that there were many slaves. I really don't know anything about their identities and stories..."

Angkor's words make Dingmiao's breath seem to be lost.

He was breathing heavily, pressing his chest with both hands, as if out of breath, his face pale and terrible.

"How... how could it?!"

"Dingmiao..." Feng Chenglin had been by his side and found that his expression was indeed wrong, so he quickly helped him to sit down: "Don't get excited, take your breath... speak slowly..."

However, instead of getting any better in Dingmiao, the whole person trembled.

Even the teeth were trembling "creaking".

"Fatty?!" Ling Luoyu waved his hand calmly.

Feng Chenglin's expression was a little strange: "...San Shao, this...isn't it?"