Chapter 217
A moment later, the light disappeared in the body of the thirteenth prince, and the blessing ended.
After watching the monsoon smoke for a long time, I didn't see any reason. However, I just felt that a gentle force suddenly appeared on the Star Tower, which was absorbed by the thirteen princes little by little. It seems to be very magical, but for the monsoon smoke
This thing always feels a little deceptive.
As for the blessing she understood, it should be that the caster uses his own aura to infect the caster. In a sense, it is to guide the life of the caster to the direction of fortune, so that he will not suffer from hardships and pain.
As a child, the monsoon smoke was blessed by the master and his ancestors, but it was a way to dispel the bad luck and illness.
What Xinglou did is similar to her Shizu and Shifu, but The effect felt a little worse.
Monsoon smoke was thinking that the blessing of this strange world was a magic thing. After the blessing, the eyes of the thirteen princes suddenly fell on the "bald eagles" at the hand of monsoon smoke. The small figure with a big palm suddenly attracted all the attention of the thirteen princes. He suddenly stretched out his tender little hands and hummed.
"Ah Ah... "
The emperor Shenglong, who is thanking to Xinglou, noticed his son's abnormality. Looking down the line of vision of the 13th prince, he just saw the monsoon smoke and the funny looking young bald eagle.
"This is?" The emperor smiled and said that he did not neglect the interaction between the Star Tower and the little girl.
As far as the nature of the Star Tower is concerned, this is really the first time.
Moreover, Emperor Shenglong's attitude towards monsoon smoke has become very subtle.
The leader of the holy dragon Empire opened his mouth, and the monsoon smoke could not pretend to be inaudible. She stood up and said, "I've seen your majesty and imperial concubine. My name is monsoon smoke, and I'm Jiqiao's daughter."
The emperor of the holy dragon was slightly shocked, and then he said with a smile: "so you are Jiqiao's daughter. You are indeed a tiger father without a dog. It's not bad."
The praise of emperor Shenglong almost didn't let the other people in the hall gush blood.
The body of monsoon smoke is thin and weak. It's a small one. I really don't know where the emperor Shenglong can see that she is "good".
However, after the opening of the monsoon smoke, the ripples in the eyes of the imperial concubine flashed a little strange, but the strange disappeared so quickly that no one noticed it at all.
"It was amazing to hear that your father died in battle and died for his country, but if he knew that his daughter was so outstanding, he would be very pleased." The emperor smiled and spoke in a very kind voice.
Monsoon smoke just smiled and said nothing.
She is not stupid. She knows that the emperor Shenglong is so polite to her, probably because she and Xinglou are at the same table.