"I don't know, Mr. Feng didn't leave any messages, but if you come here, let's hand you this letter."

Qin Zicheng couldn't wait to open the letter, and he felt extremely flustered at this moment.

Before, when Feng Wuyao acted separately from him, he often missed him endlessly, but at that time he thought he was just used to his existence, so he didn't think deeply about it.

Now that I learned that he had moved away and there was no trace of it, I was naturally anxious.

It was the moment he opened the letter, he suddenly realized that he had an indescribable emotion towards Feng Wuyao.

Qin Zicheng knew his identity. As a prince, how could he be as good as Long Yang?

The moment the letter opened, he closed it quickly again.

Close his eyes tightly, he needs to think clearly.

After a few breaths, he adjusted his breathing and slowly opened the letter.

After a quick look, Qin Zicheng and his men returned to the prefect's mansion.

Feng Wuyao didn't say where he was going, but only said that the little fairy Feng could no longer appear in Yuzhou City.

Song Lun looked at the letter again and again, "Master, Mr. Feng means changing his identity?"

"It should be."

Jin Wu didn't quite understand, "Why did Mr. Feng change his identity? His name has spread throughout Mingxia now, and even Miao Hanguo has heard of his name. It is rare to have the reputation of today, but why did he suddenly change his appearance?"

"well."

Song Lun sighed, "It is because he is so famous that he can no longer appear in Yuzhou as a little god. Otherwise, what would the emperor think?"

Jin Wu was stunned and soon understood Mr. Feng’s thoughts.

Compared to Jin Wu's slow reaction, Song Lun was a little looking forward to it.

Qin Zicheng was always expressionless, and he didn't know whether he was angry with Feng Wu Yao's own initiative or was also looking forward to Feng Wu Yao's return.

At this time, Feng Wuyao was lying in a house rented by Madam Yang and fiddling with herbs.

"Oh, mute, come here."

The mute is Zhong Wenxiang, the dead puppet who was conquered by Feng Wuyao before.

"Take this under the south wall, be careful and don't touch it."

The mute took away two pots of herbs very regularly.

Feng Wuyao looked at his back and began to think again that his puppet technique had not yet been cultivated, so he had to work hard.

Once the puppet technique is perfect, why worry about no one working?

Feng Wuye is not in a hurry to Qin Zicheng to rub the purple air now.

Anyway, she has sufficient spiritual power now, and no one is her opponent.

She might as well think about this herb first if she has time.

Because the mute can't speak, he usually follows her as a thug.

Madam Yang went out every day to watch the progress of building a house.

Feng Wuyao took a fancy to a place in the suburbs of the east of Yuzhou City, and started to smash it without saying a word.

Although there is not much spiritual energy on the mountain, it is quite difficult for the two beasts.

So Feng Wuyao wanted to build his new home there.

Just so happened that there was a house halfway up the mountain, with a very luxurious construction area, so Feng Wuyao was attracted to it.

After several days, Madam Yang sent someone to go around, she finally found the owner of the house.

"Miss, that house and that mountain are all rich businessmen from Yuzhou City. I asked someone to ask him, and he was very tough and would not sell."

Feng Wuyao raised his eyebrows, "Did you say you should give the money twice?"

"I said that the other party said that the Feng Shui there is good, and I plan to go there to retire in the future."
Chapter completed!