Feng Jiu glanced at the gossip mirror in her hand, and her eyes flickered. She only felt that she was holding the gossip mirror in her hand, her palms were slightly hot, so she said: "Also, I will accept this thing, you only I need to let out the wind and let those people know that this mirror is already in my hands."

Hearing this, Yu Chengde stood up and bowed to them: "Thank you, Master Ling, Madam Ling." He thought, with the strength of the two of them, they should not be afraid of those people!

"Then I'll go back first, let's rest early!" He said, then turned and left.

After he left, Feng Jiu held the Sun and Moon Eight Diagrams mirror and said to Xuanyuan Moze: "This mirror is a bit strange. I feel a little hot in my palm when I hold it in the palm of my hand."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze said: "Then you try to recognize the Lord with a drop of blood and see if it is a magical artifact."

"Ok."

She responded and forced a drop of blood from her fingertips. However, seeing that the blood dripped on the gossip mirror but did not seep in, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "Couldn't this thing be a magic weapon? Can't recognize the Lord without blood?"

Xuanyuan Moze took a look, and it was true that the blood beads had condensed on it and did not penetrate. After studying it, he didn't think there was anything special about this gossip mirror, so he said: "Then put it away first! Then slowly study it later."

"Okay." She said, only then did she put the gossip mirror into space.She looked at the sky and said, "I will rest here tonight, and we will leave at dawn tomorrow!"

After the decision, the two went back to the room to rest, and outside the house, the talents gradually dispersed because of Yang Lao rushing to expel them.

Old Yang apologized because of his words during the day that attracted these people. He entered Yu's mansion and wanted to go to the woman, but after thinking about it, he didn't go. He went to the hall and saw Patriarch Yu.

"Ms. Ling who is making trouble outside knows?" Old Yang asked, a little uncomfortable on his face.

"I know." Family Master Yu responded with a smile.

"That..." Old Yang wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to say it.

Seeing this, Patriarch Yu smiled and said, "Lao Yang, don't worry. People outside did not cause trouble to Mrs. Ling, and she ignored them, but went to bed early."

Hearing this, Old Yang let out a sigh of relief: "That's fine." He stood up and said, "If this is the case, then I will also leave. I will come back tomorrow morning to find Mrs. Ling something to do." Without waiting for the owner to say anything, he turned and walked out.

Yu Jia advocated opening his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed and watched him leave and turned inside.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still dark, Xuanyuan Moze and Feng Jiu left quietly, and even the people in the mansion were not alarmed.

Patriarch Yu knew that they were leaving, so he came over early in the morning to see if they were up. He wanted to invite them to have breakfast before leaving. He didn't expect to come to the courtyard, but the room was empty.

When Mr. Yang came to Yu's house, it was already the end of the hour. As soon as he entered the hall of Yu's residence, he asked: "Why do I hear that Mrs. Ling is gone? You also gave her the family heirloom from your residence. Up?"

The head of the Patriarch was drinking tea and discussing matters with several people in the mansion. At this time, when he heard this, he asked the people in the mansion to retreat first, got up and smiled to meet the old man.

"Old Yang, morning! Please sit down."

"Ms. Ling really left?" Old Yang asked, anxious and annoyed in his voice.