"Then let you fly, will you?" Three black lines crossed the dragon's head.

Hei Yu nodded, and responded in a milky voice: "Yes." ”

The cheap dragon suddenly felt the urge to hit his head on the ground.

There was a "bang" sound.

Under a cloud of black-gold smoke, Black Feather's body became the size of a zhang.

The place on the street of Yingyang is narrow, and she still pays attention to the scale of her body shape.

"Hey, hey, oh my God, it's scary to see that Nether Emissary get bigger!"

"Yes, it's really the Nether Emissary, they're all dead! It's a soul! It's a ghost! ”

"Oh my God, we've got a collective damn of it!"

"By the way, the pig-like cat I saw Miss Ling San's daughter sitting just now also spoke!"

"Cats can talk, too? The world is crazy! ”

……

In the midst of the discussion of many gossip residents, Ling Luo and his party got on Hei Yu's back and headed in the direction of General Ling's mansion.

The most prosperous street in the imperial capital of Yingyang is only a quarter of an hour's walk away from the General's Mansion, even if it is a walk.

Now that Hei Yu flew like this, he arrived at the Ling Mansion in an instant.

Ling Luo sat on Hei Yu's back, closely watched the situation in the Ling Mansion below, pointed in the direction of the Feather Spirit Pavilion where he lived all year round, and said, "Hei Yu, just land there. ”

Her current cultivation is no longer the same as when she left Xijiu.

Every day in Dongchen, she did not relax the process of cultivation, and the mysterious black stick of extreme fire inheritance, she had cultivated to the last inheritance space.

His own strength has already advanced to the ninth-order martial artist, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of the great martial artist.

I believe that as long as she breaks through the last layer of extremely difficult inheritance space, she can successfully break through to the Great Martial Master.

With the improvement of cultivation, his six senses will also improve, and from Ling Luo's point of view, everything that happened in the General's Mansion can be seen at a glance.

Her mourning hall was set up in the hall of the front hall, presided over by her grandfather Ling Zhan, and her father Ling Nie served as his deputy.

Hundreds of people from the Ling family, all dressed in linen and filial piety, dressed in white, gathered in the front yard to entertain guests.

The princes and nobles and powerful ministers of the Xijiu Kingdom, the wealthy businessmen of Yingyang Street, and the clans and families on the list of Jiulan Academy visited one after another.

Even her fiancé, who was extremely disgusted with her at first, Qi Wang's Royal Highness Chen Moxuan, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Chen Moxu arrived.

"My funeral was really grand." Ling Luo held his chin with one hand, his eyes were a little narrow, and there was a hint of mockery at the corner of his lips.

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes like black holes narrowed dangerously, looked at the grand mourning hall below, and sighed: "Why don't you see the mourning hall for your husband?" Don't they want to bury us together? ”

Ling Luo stretched out his hand, patted Xuanyuan Yu's head gently, and said helplessly: "When is it, are you still struggling with this boring thing?" ”

"Bored?" Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows and expressed his extreme disapproval, "For your husband and Luo'er, you want to be **** in life and die in the same hole, how can such an important thing be considered boring?" ”

Ling Luo crossed three black lines on his head and said, "Then are you dead now?" ”

"Naturally, there isn't."

"Am I dead then?"

"Of course not, you and your husband are going to live as long as the sky."

"Then you're still talking that kind of nonsense."

"......" Xuanyuan Yu paused, his eyes like black holes narrowed, and said, "It's not nonsense, it's an attitude." ”