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Yu Ranhao slowly stood up, his lips turned white, and he was still trembling.

He lowered his head, and Luo Wugong's words kept lingering in his ears.

"Our tribe is a hybrid and a tool. The whiteness on my wings is a little more dirty than their black wings..."

Yu Ranhao murmured softly, lowered his head, as if he was hit hard, and took two steps back.

"I guess, Jiujiu's death was actually a scheming by Di Jun! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are so awesome. Your wife has been plotted against, so you dare not look for it!"

Luo Wugong was effective, so he was too lazy to think about something, so he simply started talking nonsense.

But little did not know that this sentence happened to Yu Ranhao's heart. He saw his face twitching, and a ruthless look appeared in his eyes. He didn't care whether he would be stained with blood. He directly raised Luo Wugong, his voice a little hoarse and even trembling.

"Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"If you kill me, you can overcome your inner fear and wash the whiteness on your wings, then you can kill me!" Luo Wugong said with a grin. Although he felt his whole body hurt when he moved a little, he couldn't care about so much now. He was happy to see Yu Ranhao's angry look.

Now Yu Ranhao no longer cares about Xu Chen'an. He just wants to overcome his inner fear and just wants to escape the fate that Di Jun has created for him.

At the same time, he also understood one thing. Now no matter how he forced Luo Wugong, Luo Wugong could not tell Xu Chen'an's whereabouts.

When Yu Ranhao heard this, he threw him on the ground, then laughed twice, with some shrillness in the laughter, and striding into the wind and snow and leaving.

"Crazy, he's really crazy."

Feng Yu looked at Yu Ranhao's back as he left and murmured softly.

Even Luo Wugong looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't think much about it. The few words he yelled inadvertently actually saved his life.

"Lucky." Luo Wugong said with his teeth, although his cultivation level was abolished and his arms (wings) were also pulled by Yu Ranhao, no matter what, he survived.

No matter how big the storm they experienced in the past, as long as they survived, they would feel hopeful.

Although he has almost become a useless person now, he knows that he has survived, not only has he survived, but Xu Chenan has also escaped, and his godfather is considered competent.

Luo Wugong barely stood in the wind and snow, and forced himself to breathe and said, "Senior, Xu Chen'an is..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Yu sighed and interrupted him directly.

"Okay, you don't need to tell me, I believe in you."

Luo Wugong forced a smile on his face, as if the child in the school had been praised by his husband.

Another gust of wind and snow came. Luo Wugong was like a thin wooden board, and was about to fall to the ground under the erosion of wind and snow. Seeing this, Feng Yu dragged his body and hurriedly stood behind Luo Wugong and supported him.

"Go back to Jianzhu Mountain, maybe your situation will turn around. Even if your cultivation level cannot be restored, Jianzhu Peak can protect you for the rest of your life."

Feng Yu knew that although Luo Wugong seemed to be seriously injured now and became a useless person, the main reason was that his cultivation level was abolished, as long as his cultivation level could come back. Including his wings, it only takes time to recover.

Although his cultivation level is gone, his soul is still there. If he finds the right method to repair the meridians of the whole body, and practices again with the help of the soul, it is not impossible to return to his previous level.

Luo Wugong tried hard to make his body stand upright, but he was obviously a little difficult to do without his arms, so he could only twist his body.

Feng Yu sighed, then directly held Luo Wugong on his back and said softly: "Okay, I'll take you back to Jianzhu Peak. Judging from Yu Ranhao's current situation, Jianzhu Peak should be safe. Yu Ranhao will not go back to Jianzhu Peak to find trouble for the time being."

Feng Yu was right. Since Yu Ranhao left Jianzhu Peak, he had no plans to go back.

Yu Ranhao wanted to keep Jianzhu Peak. Only under the leadership of Jianzhu Peak can their feathered human race stand up and know whether they belong to the human race, the demon race, the feathered tribe, or the human race.

The wind and snow gradually stopped. After a night of tossing, the sky turned white, and Fengyu held Luo Wugong and headed towards Jianzhu Peak.

Now, under the leadership of the deputy warden, Jian Yufeng is also preparing for a new day and a new era.

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Yu Ranhao left, he was not crazy, but Luo Wugong's words were a little sharper than the sharpest sword in the world, constantly stabbing his heart.

Before he encountered this, he always believed that their feathers were Di Jun's children.

They worship Di Jun, and every feathered man remembers the day when Di Jun was born. On that day, they will celebrate the birth of Di Jun. In their eyes, Di Jun is the greatest sage.

Therefore, this festival is regarded as Christmas by them.

The legend of Di Jun is something that every child of the Feathered Tribe must know.

Originally, the world was in chaos, and there was no light or darkness in the world. Di Jun felt that the world should have light and darkness. He said that there should be light, so there was light in this world.

The next day, Di Jun felt that something should be filled between heaven and earth, so he said there should be air, so the heaven and earth had air.

On the third day, there was land, on the fourth day, there were stars, on the fifth day, there were animals, on the sixth day, there were his people, and on the seventh day, there was sun rise and moon set, and there was a work and rest.

But on the eighth day, Di Jun felt that someone had to manage this world for him, so he took out his blood and created a race as his manager in the world, and this race was the feathered race.

As for Di Jun, he became the omnipotent Lord of the Feathers, their heavenly father.

This is the myth of the Feathers. Over the years, they have always claimed to be noble. In fact, some Feathers will really seek their roots and ask their ancestors. Even if they were really created by Di Jun, they are at least partial and closer to a race. But unfortunately, after several generations of them, they finally found that their relationship with the human race is the closest.

Of course, this result was unacceptable to the noble feathered race. They searched all the information and even caught many human races to study, but the results showed that they were indeed closer to their biggest enemy, the human race.

Since then, these research materials have been sealed up and can only be seen by the Feather Emperors of all ages.

But every generation of feather emperor chose to deceive themselves and continue to worship their so-called Lord.

Yu Ranhao naturally knew this information, but for a long time, he chose to act the same way as the Yuhuang of all dynasties and chose to deceive himself.

He can deceive himself and his tribe. As long as Di Jun is kind to them and is sincere in his tribe, he is just a background. They can ignore it, and they can continue to bury this secret in their hearts.

But there is only one condition, that is, Di Jun must truly regard them as children. Even if he doesn't say how good it is to them, as long as he doesn't harm them, Yu Ranhao will accept it.

But now the facts are in front of Yu Ranhao. It doesn’t matter if he plots against him. If he was really emotional that day and directly activated the art of burial world, would Di Jun really take away the Yuren tribe?

Yu Ranhao couldn't guarantee it, nor could he guarantee it.

But the moment Di Jun's plan appeared in his mind, he knew that he and the Feathered Tribe were nothing in Di Jun's eyes.

He could deceive himself before, but when Luo Wugong and Luo Wenzhi ruthlessly tear him apart his self-deception, he could no longer deceive himself.

If Di Jun really treats them as tools, even worse than ordinary tools, and they are closer to human race in terms of race, what reason does he have to help Di Jun?

Yu Ranhao remembered the Witch-Slaying Sword. This long sword that helped him achieve a half-step reaching the Divine Realm seemed to be a lesson from the past.

This is a street, which has been snowing heavily for several days. The sunshine in the distance fell on Yu Ranhao. He was sitting on the street at this time, and the people came and went, cherishing the purchasing time after the snow finally stopped.

The snow was squeaking and Yu Ranhao was like a homeless man, sitting in dismay, with his eyes blank.

Even if these people coming and going were thinking about it, they would never have imagined that the young man who sat by the road and put away his wings had just broken through Jianzhu Peak not long ago and even directly killed the warden of Jianzhu Peak.

But it was such a person, and it seemed that anyone could bully him at this time.

Even the wings that he usually cares about very much, the dust-free wings are now gray, without any beauty.

An uncle passed by him and directly covered the mat in his hand on Yu Ranhao.

Yu Ranhao looked at the uncle and the mat on his body, but he didn't pull it off in the end, but he forced a smile on his face, his voice intermittently.

"Why did you...you give it to me?"

"Looks like you've been sitting for a long time and don't have a place to go. Recently, there are frequent natural disasters. I don't know if it's a real natural disaster or the gods and men have fought again. Our family is young, so it's not convenient to invite you. I can only help you get here. Sorry, brother." The uncle said, his hands were put in his sleeves. When he spoke, there was always white mist in his mouth, hunched over, and he spoke with a thick dialect when he spoke, and he touched his ears from time to time. Yu Ranhao's eyes fell on his ears and saw frostbite on his ears.

It can be seen that his life is indeed not easy this winter.

"I am the Yuren..." Yu Ranhao said with some confidence.

"What's wrong with the Feathers? As long as the Feathers who don't go to fight, they are all good Feathers. Besides, we can all live in peace with the demon clan, not to mention that the Feathers also have the word "man", which is half of their own family. I mean, don't go to fight, as long as you don't go to fight and stop the war, it's all good!"

The uncle glanced at Yu Ranhao's wings and didn't care too much.

"But what if I go to war?"

Yu Ranhao asked a little unconfidently.

"That only means that I misread the person. What can I do? Oh, but our human race always believes that as long as there is one more person who doesn't want to fight, there will be a little more peace." The uncle said, and then left staggeringly. When Yu Ranhao came to his senses, he could only see his back.

Yu Ranhao looked at the mat on his body, sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to have a dream and came to a mysterious space, and the coffin placed in front of him was a coffin.

The coffin slowly opened, and a dry body wearing a golden robe slowly floated up.

When Yu Ranhao saw this man, his eyes were complicated. He thought for a long time before a word popped out of his mouth.

"host."

"You should have doubts, right?" Di Jun asked directly.

"I want to know, are you using me and the Feathered Tribe? After using it, will you abandon it like a piece of shoes?"

"Yes." Di Jun did not hide anything.

"Don't you want to deceive us?" Although Yu Ranhao knew the answer personally, he still had a chessboard in his heart. After all, this is the Lord they have served for countless years!

“No need.”

"Then is our feathered tribe really made of your blood?"

Di Jun raised his eyes and looked at Yu Ranhao, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

"No, you are a breed that is hybridized with birds and humans. How can you be related to our Golden Crow clan? To be honest, you do not have the purity of the human race, you are just birdmen with wings!" Di Jun's voice did not contain any emotion, and the words he said were like a heavy hammer, hammering heavily on Yu Ranhao's head.

"Then... aren't you afraid that I won't follow your plan?" Yu Ranhao asked gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, Di Jun smiled, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he looked at Yu Ranhao with a slanted eye.

"Yu Ranhao, have you overestimated yourself?"

"Do you really think you can escape the fate I set for you?"

Di Jun sneered and then waved his hand, Yu Ranhao opened his eyes. He was still the homeless man sitting by the road. However, at this time, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes when he looked at the human race, but his whole heart was a little colder than before.

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