35 Mystery Visitor

Ling Liang followed Uncle Wang to his room and thanked Uncle Wang. Ling Liang closed the door in some surprise.

The layout of the room is simple and has an unobstructed view. The walls are sky blue, with a touch of green and purple to look elegant and noble. The ceiling is white with purple to create a starry sky pattern. In the middle is a large crystal chandelier that shimmers with a gentle light, making it very relaxing. To the left of the room is a row of bookshelves, of which there are four. It is full of books of different categories, which shows how rich the family is. On the right is a white quilt with a little pink spread on the bed, and Ling Liang has a slight smile. His gaze was a little hollow, as if he had thought of something.

Fat man, he also likes pink, and I don't know how he is. Cut, I can't die well myself, how can I care about others.

Thinking about it, Ling Liang's smile became a little bitter. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened them, I saw a pair of big eyes and blinked. In the process of staring at the big eye, the big eye suddenly went out, and the small body fell to the ground.

Something went wrong? Cut, huh

"Who?"

As soon as Ling Liang's words fell, a black-robed man appeared. Ling Liang's pupils shrank, who could this dress be? What am I going to do

"Susu, you can"

"Shut up, who are you? What's the matter here? ”

“”

If you don't speak, you're welcome.

Ling Liang's mind moved, and the black-robed man was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Odd? It stands to reason that they won't be frozen, eh? I see, what does it see?

In the next second, the ice had disappeared without a trace. Ling Liang sat on the bed a little decadently, this kind of invisible power to cancel out all attacks, it was him, the messenger in charge of time and space-Xiao Yi. He has already returned to his position, otherwise there would not be such a huge class disparity. Generally speaking, Ling Liang's ice power has reached its peak, and those who are frozen will burn* from the inside, and finally turn into flying ashes. Except for one possibility, that is, the stage of strength is no longer the stage difference caused by one level, don't look at Wang Dang seems to have a draw with Ling Liang, that is because Ling Liang himself suppressed his own power, after all, he does not belong to this time and space, once he exceeds the limit of heaven and earth, the power of the world will wipe him out, unless Ling Liang obtains divine power and breaks through the space to leave. Even so, if Ling Liang wanted to kill the king, he would definitely not waste his efforts. And divine power is this possibility. Even so, if you want to break the rules of Ling Liang so easily, there is only that kind of power against the sky - the power of time and space.

"It seems that you already know who I am. So, what about your choice? ”

"Xiao Yi, I knew it from the moment you arrived. I dare not forget my mission, may I ask you a question, who is in place now? ”

Ling Liang whispered, a sigh that could not be concealed.

"I, the wood clone" Although once he obtains divine power, he will know, but Xiao Yi still answered.

"It seems that if nothing else, I am the third. Xiao Yi, can you give me a year, and after a year, I will get the divine power and leave. The tone was pleading.

The former Elemental Master, what made you so confused in this life, and fell to such a point, let him be.

"Well, remember your agreement" The black-robed man disappeared.

Ling Liang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

I have only 1 year left in my time. Ling Liang thought.

When Ling Liang obtains divine power, he will return to his position, which means that he can obtain the abilities of various departments, which is a unique talent. But it also means that after returning to the throne, his life is handed back to the subject. If the subject is not afraid of schizophrenia, once it is merged, Ling Liang's consciousness will definitely dissipate, although it is one, Ling Liang will still have regrets in his heart. As he said, his time, his life, was not long