Chapter 1787

They hugged each other on the bed for seven. They were going to have a good chat.

However, the others only left for a quarter or two, and the door of the room was knocked again.

The steward's voice sounded anxiously outside the door: "Miss Duanmu, Gongyu childe, Lord, please come out."

Duanmu Ya looked at Gong Yulan and said, "are you here to melt the spell?"

Gong Yulan stopped pursing her lips, and was obviously unhappy to be disturbed.

They haven't seen each other for a long time!

Duanmu yawang stood up, kissed him on his perfect side face and said with a smile, "don't be angry. You destroyed the four heavenly pillars and hurt a lot of people. In addition, today should be the time to hold a memorial ceremony. In the eyes of the people in exile street, it is a great disaster, and people must be terrified."

"If I say it can be solved, it can be solved."

"I naturally believe you, but the exiled people who have been dominated by the exile curse for many years may not believe it."

"In fact, I haven't been hurt much. In addition, you gave me fruit and dew. All the discomfort has passed." Duanmu yawang smiled and asked quietly, "by the way, the aroma of fruit is really incomparable in the past. How many levels are there at the end?"

Gong Yulan was about to speak. The steward outside the door didn't wait for an answer. He patted the door anxiously: "are you there, Miss Duanmu?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang shouted back, "we'll go out now."

With that, Gong yulanzhi had already put on his shoes.

They opened the door hand in hand.

"Miss Duanmu."

The steward was relieved to see Duanmu yawang.

Duanmuya looked at him and saw a simple circle of white cloth wrapped around his head. It is estimated that the wound was only simply bandaged.

Compared with the past, he was haggard and his lips were a little purple.

Duanmuya was worried about his state.

However, before she opened her mouth, the steward caught a glimpse of Gong Yulan. Oppressed by his aura, he quickly retreated a few steps with a white face. He didn't dare to get too close to him, so he respectfully hugged and said, "thank you, Gongyu."

Gong Yulan glanced at him coldly: "where are you going?"

"Memorial platform."

The steward did not dare to be slighted and replied: "the nobles on the fourth street have arrived. The Lord is trying to persuade everyone not to hold the memorial ceremony again, but because... Today's bad news and hundreds of years of habits, there are not enough supporters."

Duanmu yawang understood, "that is to say, Lord Fang asked you to find Gong Yulan to persuade everyone?"

"Yes."

The steward said anxiously, "there should be less than two quarters of an hour before the memorial ceremony. If you can't convince everyone at this time, the memorial ceremony will continue."

Duanmu Ya looked at Gong Yulan and said, "let's go there?"

"Yes."

Gong Yulan just nodded slightly.

The steward was relieved to hear Gong Yulan's consent.

Also cast a grateful look at duanmuya.

He found that Gongyu was expressionless and silent to everyone. He was gentle and easy to talk only when facing Miss Duanmu.

Duanmu yawang: "where is the memorial platform?"

The steward hurriedly said, "please follow your subordinates."

He will lead the way when he speaks.

However, Gong yulanzhi didn't leave. He held his breath and closed his eyes. He didn't know what he was doing.

There are still a quarter or two of an hour left. I can't delay. I'm like an ant, but I don't dare to urge Gong Yulan to stop.

But soon, Gong yulanzhi opened his eyes. He took Duanmu yawang, looked at the steward, and ordered, "come here a few steps."

The steward didn't know why, but he suddenly trotted a few steps past.

The distance from Gong Yulan's two arms stands still.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on. In a flash, he came to a place where there was a lot of noise.

He fixed his eyes on it and was startled. "Memorial platform?"

How fast!

But in the blink of an eye, I went from the house to the memorial platform!

You know, although fangfu is not far from the memorial platform, it takes a quarter of an hour to use a spaceship!

Duanmu yawang heard his words, glanced around and changed his face: "here is the memorial platform?"

"Yes."

The steward wiped a sweat and pointed in a direction, "Lord, they are on the memorial platform."

Duanmu looked up and saw only a high platform.

To be honest, this memorial platform is very different from what I imagined, but it is much more spectacular than what I imagined.

Duanmuya looked at it and could hardly see anyone on it.

She was even more shocked: "Why have I never seen such a high platform and a wall before?"

According to the truth, she couldn't have missed such a macro wall and platform.

The steward smiled bitterly: "this was revealed only today, half an hour before the memorial ceremony."

"I see."

Here, there are people all around. I don't know whether I came to watch or do anything. Anyway, it's bustling. It's airtight around the memorial platform.

It's strange that many people are injured, but they don't go back for treatment. They don't want to move in this noisy environment.

She frowned and said, "where is the memorial door?"

The steward closed his eyes and sighed: "... Yes."

“！”

The steward added: "and it's not just as simple as high altitude. There are a lot of animals there. There are all kinds of birds above the altitude and all kinds of animals on the ground below a hundred feet."

In other words, when you enter the memorial door, whether you fall to death or struggle not to fall to death, you will eventually become the belly meal of all animals!

"How cruel."

It's a hundred times more cruel than she thought!

At a height of 100 feet, people without certain strength can't go up at all!

If you can't get up, it's easier to fall down.

Even Duan Muya looked at herself. If she didn't have an aircraft, she had never tried to hurt so high.

She may not be able to support it.

She had thought that after being punished, she would enter the memorial door and try to escape. It was really fearless for the ignorant!

It's really a little ridiculous!

The steward pursed his lips with a bitter radian: "how can you live in exile street without suffering?"

"That's all."

Duanmu Ya frowned, thinking that there was not much time, and said to Gong Yulan, "since they are here, shall we go up now?"

"Yes."

As soon as Gong Yulan stopped talking, the steward felt that there was another flash in front of him. When he calmed down, he had stood still and the wind roared in his ears.

They have come to the high platform.

The wind was blowing in his ears. Duanmu Ya looked around the stage. The surface of the stage was not large, just 70 or 80 square meters. There were 20 or 30 people standing on it. Each one was well-dressed, dignified and still arguing.

However, feeling someone coming up, they suddenly stopped arguing and looked at them one after another.

Seeing their appearance without warning, their faces changed, "who are you?"

On the high platform, it came so quietly!

"Coming?"

Lord Fang saw that Duanmu yawang and Gong yulanzhi were still in charge. His face relaxed and said respectfully to Gong yulanzhi, "thank you for coming."

Gong Yulan stopped pursing her lips and didn't answer.

He has a strong aura.

No one can match a face.

The eyes of many people present lingered on him.

However, all the people present were aristocrats. If he didn't speak, he wouldn't give them face. In addition, now they are very unhappy. Someone said impatiently: "this is not a place where everyone can join the fun. Get down!"