"Report, Doctor Fei Wuji has defected and left. There is no one at home anymore!"

"Chase!" Chu Jun was furious, and the fate of the country was shaken.

On the horizon, the Chu State's national destiny turned into a flaming wind. The huge Wu Hui Wu Xiang flew up under the power of the national destiny. His eyes were like torches, and he soon discovered the fleeing Fei Wuji.

"As a high official of the Chu State, I enjoy the fortune of the country. Now I am guilty, how can I escape!" Wu Hui asked the Prime Minister.

Fei Wuji exclaimed, his literary energy bursting out.

But without the blessing of national luck, he is just a first-class scholar, how can he stop Chu Jun!

By the time Fei Wuji came to his senses, he had been captured and taken back to the capital of Ying by the power of national destiny.

There were constant screams in the sky.

"How can you escape within the Chu Kingdom? Ahem..."

When Chu Jun walked out of the palace, Fei Wuji looked far away.

He said loudly: "The death of Baoxiang is like a house. Its foundation was dug by Wu She, its appearance was built by Fei Wuji, and its residence was ordered by the widow... Today I will kill Fei Wuji and bring peace to the world."

The death of Mr. Bao... As for me, I will sacrifice myself when the troubles in Chu are over!"

"Bang!" The sword was drawn out, and Chu Jun slashed down.

"puff!"

The land of Chu shook, and everyone in Chu heard the sound.

Dripping with blood.

Sprinkled in front of the Chu Palace.

Lord Chu said sadly: "I hope the people of Chu will fight again to resist foreign enemies, lest I, Chu, become an eternal slave!"

"Boom!"

There were bursts of thunder, lightning and thunder, and strong winds.

The dignitaries of Chu State also came out one after another.

"I hope the Chu people will fight again!"

Goodbye, where is Churen?

"The people of Chu lowered their heads and did not answer."

The rain never falls, and the dark clouds never disperse...

Chu Jun vomited blood.

It’s the backlash of the national destiny!

His bun was scattered and he fell to the ground. For a while, his hair turned white, as if he had aged many years.

"Father!" Mi Yue ran out of nowhere. Even despite the pressure from all around, she ran into Chu Jun's arms and cried in panic.

"Yue'er, my dear Yue'er." Chu Jun cried silently.

"Father, let's go ask Fengzi. Fengzi must have a way to save Chu!"

When Chu Jun heard this, his eyes flashed with brilliance, but it was complicated.

"Fengzi?"

"I am not from Chu, and I am not a minister of my father..."

"I am so alienated from you..."

The more he spoke, the more Chu Jun looked struggling.

From the first day when Feng Yun entered Chu, the Lord of Chu was on guard against Feng Yun and never thought of inviting him to become an official.

What's more, he didn't want to see Feng Yun.

Try to stay away from Feng Yun and avoid contact with Feng Yun.

Which monarch can really accommodate such a minister whose reputation exceeds his own?

The only time he and Feng Yun met was when they were talking about Chu.

But it was a last resort...

But what about this time?

Does he have a choice?

It's like grabbing a life-saving thing...

"Yes... hurry up, prepare your horses quickly, I want to go to Yangyue and ask to see Fengzi!"

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Chapter completed!