The father and son sat in the car and whispered.

Before he knew it, Yang Shouwen brought the topic to the matter of meeting the saint just now.

Yang Chenglie thought for a while and said softly: "Yizi, I think you should not ask about this matter again.

Your Majesty has actually expressed her attitude and does not want to pursue it anymore. In fact, there are some things that Your Majesty can see more clearly than you and me. But she doesn’t know how to make a decision, so she deliberately pretends to be confused with you."

"You mean"

Yang Chenglie hesitated for a moment, lifted the curtain, looked outside, and said in a deep voice: "Hei Da, stop on the roadside."

Hei Da is a Kunlun slave. When he arrived at Tongmamo two years ago, he did not know Chinese.

However, in the past two years, he has lived in the capital of God. He has gradually been able to understand and speak, although he is not very skilled.

Hearing Yang Chenglie's words, Hei Dabun agreed and parked the carriage on the side of the road.

"If you pass the message on, no one is allowed to approach the carriage within thirty steps."

"OK."

Hei Da jumped out of the carriage and went to Yang Chenglie's personal follower to pass on the order.

Yang Shouwen looked at Yang Chenglie in surprise and whispered: "Dad, which one are you singing?"

Yang Chenglie's face looked particularly solemn.

In Yang Shouwen's impression, it seemed that Yang Chenglie had only shown this expression when he was attacked in Changping.

"Remember that list?"

"Um?"
Chapter completed!