Lianhua responded respectfully: "Yes, my god."


    After saying that, her figure disappeared from the spot again.


    "Okay, Futu, although you did not strangle the cunning group of humans this time, you have made great contributions to discovering this woman." Supreme Wisdom laughed faintly, "Cangyuan Kingdom, at least it will be in chaos."


    "Thank you for not blaming me for not blaming me." Futu bowed and asked curiously, "My God, in your opinion, will Beirut be killed by his own children and be seized from the throne?"


    "The high priest from Cangyuan Kingdom is indeed a very wonderful person, and the prophecy has not made any mistakes." Supreme Wisdom said calmly, "If Beirut really killed that child, then it might be able to really break the prophecy, which is a pity..."


    Futu was even more confused: "I would like to ask my **** for advice."


    "Everything is developing according to the trajectory of things itself. Since the prophecy has been issued, it cannot be changed." Supreme Zhihui sighed, "That child was rescued by the former king of Cangyuan Kingdom and sent to the land. I also sent someone to intercept it, but unfortunately he was disguised by humans."


    Futu was silent for a moment before recalling this incident: "More than 40 years ago, the Lin family of Yunjing...that Lin Weilan?"


    The seven messengers have heard of the name Lin Weilan.


    "No," Suga Zhihui continued, "She delayed enough time, and our clan had to be forced to return to Atlantis. Although Miaoyin was also in Yunjing at that time, Lin Baiwei was even more intelligent and close to demons. She had no way to do it. Once she took action, the plan would be ruined."


    Unfortunately, it was ruined by Lin Jiayan''s daughter in the end.


    Supreme wisdom never expected that even though he knew that Atlantis was extremely dangerous, he still dared to come here alone and fall into the trap.


    I don’t know whether it is a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger or is arrogant and stupid.


    Futu still wondered: "Why did my **** kill Beirut''s son?"


    "The High Priest Cangyuan predicted that this son would kill his father and seize the throne, and it was naturally not a thing in the pool." Supreme Zhihui said lightly, "Kill him is of course to prevent future troubles. It''s a pity... He is missing now."


    "Even God of God doesn''t know where he is?" Futu raised his head urgently, "This is impossible. No one in Atlantis will hide it from God of God''s eyes!"


    "So, it was indeed a disaster for not being able to get rid of him directly at the beginning." Zhigao Zhihui sighed, "Since you can''t find his trace now, it''s better to get rid of his daughter first."


    It is well known that Beirut has a small mind.


    Once he learns Ye Wanlan''s identity, he will definitely kill him quickly.


    "The final day is coming soon. Before that, our clan needs to cultivate and nourish and rest." Supreme wisdom said slowly, "Don''t cause trouble, do not touch the fundamental interests, and avoid them if you can."


    "I understand." Futu thought for a while and said, "A few days ago, Changli asked to see my god, hoping that my **** could help her kill Qingluan."


    "There is no rush to do this." Supreme Zhihui said lightly, "Let''s talk about it later and let them all be more at ease, otherwise the Chongming royal family would no longer exist."


    Futu respectfully: “Yes, my god.”


    **


    Cangyuan Kingdom, the Kailaner family.


    "No need to hire a doctor, I am the only one myself." Ye Wanlan shook his head slightly, "It''s just a minor injury, just take some medicine."


    Sylvia was so anxious that she turned around: "You are vomiting blood!"


    Ye Wanlan smiled lightly and said, "It''s a common thing to vomit blood, I''m used to it."


    As she said that, she had taken out the wound medicine she carried with her. The blow of Futu was indeed extremely powerful and had a considerable impact on her.


    But Ye Wanlan knew that Futu obviously did not take humans seriously, so he just had a casual blow.


    However, with such a powerful force, the messenger Futu is indeed a great weapon of killing cultivated by supreme wisdom.


    Ye Wanlan took another medicine and some **** color came back on his face.


    "Disciple, let me see you!" Baili Changkong rushed over, and he was very nervous, "Are there any discomfort? Alas! Tell me, why don''t you call me when you go out? You won''t be hurt!"


    "Teacher, I''m fine." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "You don''t have to worry if the messenger of supreme wisdom can''t come here."


    "He dares!" Baili Changkong glared, "If he really dares to come, I will let him lie down and go out!"


    "Okay, old man." Lancelo sighed, "No matter how powerful you are, you can''t beat seven of them."


    Baili Changkong fell silent: "I heard that if the seven messengers work together to form a formation, even those who are Omega-level god-giving bloodlines cannot compete with them."


    Once upon a time, they used this method to kill an Omega-level god-giving bloodperson.


    "I have dealt with Miaoyin. She is not good at fighting, but is bewitching people''s hearts." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Since the seven people work together and no one can defeat them, of course they must defeat them one by one, so that they can''t get along."


    "Good idea! I am worthy of being my disciple!" Baili Changkong praised, "The seven I can''t deal with, can one of them be okay?"


    Lancelo frowned: "This method is certainly feasible, but how can it be defeated one by one?"


    "Waiting for the rabbit." Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "We don''t have to move, they will come to the door by themselves."


    **


    At this moment, on the other side, the palace.


    The chief guard was applying medicine to the bruised and swollen King of Beirut. He couldn''t help saying, "Your Majesty, then Lancelo relied on your failure to reveal his true face. Otherwise, how could he dare to treat you like this?"


    The King of Beirut didn''t speak, his eyes were heavy.


    Suddenly a soft voice fell: "His Majesty Beirut."


    "Who?!" The chief guard immediately drew his gun and pointed it at the direction where the sound came.


    A woman quietly appeared in this huge palace. She was wearing a yellow and white long skirt with streamers lingering around her waist, like a fairy descending to the earth, falling into the mortal world.


    This face was extremely beautiful, but when you saw her, the expression of the Beirut King changed: "Emporter Lianhua...Do you dare to come to the royal city? Is your Chongming Kingdom going to start a war now!"


    "Your Majesty Beirut, don''t be angry." Lianhua smiled, "I came here this time just to bring you a word from my god."


    "Supreme wisdom?" The King of Beirut''s eyes became a little sinister, "His words are not trustworthy!"


    Lianhua didn''t care, but said, "My God said, the child you were going to kill at that time, His Majesty Beirut was not dead."


    "What did you say?!" King Beirut''s pupils shrank suddenly and he said sternly, "Say it again!"


    "The Prophetic Son not only has not died, but also gave birth to descendants with humans and gave birth to a daughter." Lianhua''s smile remained unchanged, "This woman is now in the royal city, her name is Ye Wanlan." (End of this chapter)