Several guards were slightly stunned, with a look of caution on their faces, and one of them asked softly:

"Your Excellency and the Crown Prince..."

"Old Friend."

They looked at each other, and they felt a little clear in their hearts, and a faint contempt appeared on their faces.

After staying in the Dragon King's Mansion for a long time in recent years, I have seen many such people who have been catching up with relatives.

I remember that when a prince was just accepted as his adopted son by the Dragon King, more than 900 people in the clan moved over, and it was like one person who was able to ascend to heaven.

They were originally wondering why Xia Ji had no relatives, but now they still met people who were in love with each other.

"Your Excellency, we have to go and spread it. If the prince is willing to meet, please come in. If not, please don't blame me."

A guard clasped his fists.

"That's natural, I have a brother."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

Then he stood aside and waited quietly.

The guards found that Fang Chen seemed to have eye disease, looked at each other, and looked at Fang Chen from time to time, as if they were communicating with voices.

Time passed by, Fang Chen was waiting, but accidentally fiddled with the immortal meaning in his heart.

An invisible "intellect" rushes toward the west with square dust as the center, and the guards are also shrouded by "intellect".

"Oh, I suddenly missed homesome. I thought about being away from home for more than 200 years, but I don't know if the small village I came from was still there.

What do you say is the purpose of cultivating immortals? In order to cultivate immortals, I bid farewell to my parents at the age of thirteen. I was able to practice successfully at the age of 60. When I returned, the two elders had already turned into loess, and no one had left me to die..."

A guard suddenly talked to himself, but his eyes turned red as he spoke.

"Cultivating immortality... isn't it for immortality? You and your parents are much better than me. I was born without a father or mother. I begged for sixteen years. If I hadn't been attracted by my master and brought it into the path of immortality, I wouldn't have a place to settle down until I was old."

Another guard smiled and shook his head: "My master only wants to achieve a foundation building for the rest of his life, but because he is a casual cultivator, he has been unable to get the foundation building pill, and he can only sit and transform. If he is still alive, with my current ability, he will live his life without worrying about the elixirs and spirit stones, it is also very simple, right?"

"This is fate. You have a bad background. What about me? My clan I used to have had Xuanxian, but my grandfather's generation began to decline. By the time I was born, the strongest person in the family was just a foundation building.

Now, just like you, you are working in the Dragon Eclipse Mansion, being the entourage of the prince, and being a little immortal soldier?"

As the guard spoke, he laughed at himself: "Cultivating immortals is a technique to go against the heavens and change fate. If you want to seek immortality, you will seek immortality; if you want to seek happiness, you will seek happiness; if you want to seek happiness for a lifetime, you will seek happiness for a lifetime.

You can also dominate one side as the overlord, or you can do evil and become evil demons, and cultivate immortals... Maybe it just gives us the right to choose how to survive..."

Fang Chen listened quietly to the conversation between the three of them. The three of them had not realized that they were supposed to be communicating with each other, but now they were talking in public.

“The right to choose how to survive…”

Fang Chen thought about this sentence, and the immortal intention in his body grew a little stronger without realizing it.

"Let you stay here, who will let you chat here?"

A duck's voice sounded.

Fang Chen's thoughts moved, and the immortal mind around him gradually faded like a tide and returned to his body.

The guards were stunned for a moment, and before they could recall the state of mind that they had just fallen into, they immediately bowed to the middle-aged man in a pink robe in front of them:

"We'll pay homage to Deacon Jiang."

"snort."

Deacon Jiang pinched the orchid finger and glanced at the three of them disdainfully, then his eyes fell on Fang Chen, and his eyes showed a look of scrutiny.

This time, he took a full five breaths. After five breaths, he said lightly:

"I heard from the people below that you claim to be the old friend of Prince Xia Ji? I think Prince Xia Ji is not as old friend as you, as a disabled person. If you want to get along, go a little further, so don't stick here, stay wherever you are cool."

Several guards looked at each other and dared not speak. The identity of Deacon Jiang has an unusual origin. Compared to Prince Xia Ji, they are actually more afraid of offending this person.

"Have you ever called me?"

Fang Chen said lightly.

"Ah ha!"

Deacon Jiang showed surprise, put one hand on his waist, and pointed at Fang Chen with the other hand:

"I told you not to stand here and you didn't understand, right? I'd like to have someone throw you out?"

"Xia Ji is in the mansion, you can just send a message."

Fang Chen smiled.

"The prince is not in the mansion. He is out. Even if you are there, you don't want to see him. I hate you guys who are in contact the most. If you don't have any skills, you want to eat and drink for nothing."

Deacon Jiang looked sneered.

Several guards secretly complained that if they really want to make connections, aren’t they one of them themselves?

"You are the manager here? Xia Ji is your master, right? A servant can give his master some advice. It seems that Xia Ji's life is not very easy."

Fang Chen smiled and walked slowly towards the mansion. A faint fairy spirit enveloped him. Everyone felt a flash in front of them and the man disappeared.

He swaggered into the mansion, and even if he met his servants occasionally, he seemed to have not seen him.

At this moment, Fang Chen completely lost his presence.

Deacon Jiang did not notice that Fang Chen had entered the mansion, so he sneered at the several guards:

"Look at the door carefully, don't fight with them. If someone comes to surrender to Prince Xia Ji, just let me go and let me go. Don't call me to take action, remember?"

"This... Deacon Jiang... If he is really the old friend of the prince, if we don't report it, the prince will be furious when he knows it, and we can't afford it..."

A guard smiled bitterly.

Bang-

Deacon Jiang withdrew his palm, looked at the stunned guard and said lightly:

"You know what to do now? You can't afford to anger the prince, but if you anger me, you can't afford to anger me, huh!"

With a light snorting, he twisted the water snake's waist, turned around and returned to the mansion, gradually disappearing in front of several guards.

The slap guard's face turned red, and anger surged from time to time in his eyes. Fortunately, others persuaded him to see this.

"Don't be angry, Deacon Jiang has this temper. Who made him a member of the eldest prince's family? With this connection, even if the princes have to give him some shame, what's wrong with us pawns being beaten a little bite? Just think it was a bitten by a mosquito."

"I just thought it was bitten by a dog."

"Yes, it's right to think so. Speaking of which, did you think something was wrong just now? Why did you suddenly remember the past?"

"It's a little bit wrong. I just remembered the past. It's really strange. In the past, I just thought about how to climb up and how to think about the past."

"But... it's not bad. I feel that I have figured out some things. Maybe my cultivation level will be improved soon..."

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Fang Chen walked to a courtyard and saw two figures sitting side by side, throwing the food in his hands into the lake from time to time, attracting a large group of black dragon fishes to compete.
Chapter completed!