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"Who is Blackie?" Yu Changshu's face turned dark.

Feng Ning woke up in pain, and the force on Yu Changshu's hand seemed to crush her jaw.

"Who is Blackie?" Yu Changshu asked again.

Feng Ning's eyes widened, looking at Yu Changshu, his eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist, and his head slowly sobered up.

With Yu Changshu's expression, if she said that Xiao Hei was a puppy, would she think she was scolding him?

"Ancestor?"

Lingqing's voice sounded outside, and Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"What?" Yu Changshu's tone was flat, but his movements did not loosen.

"Yan Feng's side is ready, Ancestor will see when it starts." Lingqing's voice was very close, and the person seemed to be standing in the doorway.

"I'll go right over." Yu Changshu frowned, he didn't mean to get up and leave at all, and seemed to be a little displeased, "Don't you say it yet?" ”

"What did you say?" Feng Ning breathed and blushed, "Xiao Hei is my pet before." ”

"Pets?" Yu Changshu's face was calm, slightly puzzled, and it seemed that he really didn't know what a pet meant.

"It's a spirit animal." Feng Ning closed his eyes, "It's a pity it's dead." ”

"It seems that the two of us are not suitable for raising spirit beasts." Yu Changshu's face was almost close to the tip of Feng Ning's nose.

"Uh" Feng Ning rolled his eyes in his heart, Master, we are different. Is it okay for my little black to die of old age? Your spirit beasts were all tossed to death by you, right?

"I want to raise one, a spirit beast like Tianshan." Feng Ning's eyes lit up and he pulled Yu Changshu's sleeve.

"Okay." Yu Changshu's face recovered, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Then Master, help me keep an eye on it." The wind was shining brightly, and the eyes were full of expectation, like the stars in the sky.

Yu Changshu took his hand away from her face and stood up, "When Yan Feng's business is done, I'll take a moment to find you a good spirit beast." ”

"Oh" Feng Ning skimmed the corners of his mouth down, according to the cultivator's concept of time, Yu Chang Shu's mouth, take a time, it is estimated that it will take more than one hundred and eighty years.

"Ancestor?" Lingqing's voice sounded again.

Feng Ning's thoughts were pulled back, "Master, am I going too?" ”

"Want to go?" Yu Changshu sat down next to Feng Ning.

"I don't want to." Feng Ning shook his head, "Every time I go to Yanfeng, they look at me with strange eyes, it's too infiltrating. ”

"They're just curious." Yu Changshu held Feng Ning's hand, "If you don't go this time, it will be held again in three hundred years, really not going?" ”

"No, no." Feng Ning withdrew her hand and covered her face with the quilt, every time she saw the warm eyes of the imperial chief, she couldn't refuse.

What about once in 300 years? This kind of party must be long and boring, and it will be scanned by a group of weirdos with eyes that are eager to disassemble and reassemble her, and she will feel uncomfortable when she thinks about it, so she will not be fooled.

Yu Changshu's hand reached into the quilt, and his fingers ran through Feng Ning's hair, "Then Master will leave, if you are bored, you can come over later." ”

Feng Ning lifted the quilt, his face was flushed, and when he saw the appearance of the imperial chief who was relieved and out of breath and his heart was not beating, there was no trace of anger in his heart except for shame and indignation.

Pat yourself on the forehead hard, Feng Ning, you can't be so unproductive

Yu Changshu bent down suddenly, the tip of his nose was only a little distance away from Feng Ning's face.

Feng Ning's heart was furious.

"Master, you should go, the head is still waiting outside." Feng Ning moved his body and distanced himself from Yu Changshu, but his face turned even redder, and his eyes did not dare to look at Yu Changshu.

Closing his eyes, his ears moved slightly, the sound of the door closing came, Feng Ning opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the house.

Standing at the highest point of the Royal Mountain Peak, you can vaguely see the Lingshan Sect, the enchantment formations of each mountain peak are flickering, and almost all the monks of the Lingshan Sect have gone to the Yan Peak.

Looking at Yan Feng, Yan Feng is not high, and it doesn't look very magnificent, but at this moment, it looks like the spiritual mist is stacked, and the mountains are bleak, forming a majestic air to the sky.

Feng Ning leaned against the rock wall, and did not close his eyes until Yan Feng was shrouded in the enchantment and could not see anything.

Tiredness hit, and a voice spoke in the haze.

"Wind Condensation"

"Wind Condensation"

The voice was soft, like a knock from the depths of the soul.

Feng Ning didn't open his eyes, but just felt the sound around him.

There was a sudden cold feeling on the back of his hand, and before Feng Ning could open his eyes, the touch disappeared.

Seeing only the afterimage of a sleeve, Feng Ning stood in place, watching the figure get farther and farther away, and had no intention of catching up.

"Wind condensation?" The figure listened, and the voice coming out was familiar.

Feng Ning picked up his sword, gritted his teeth, and chased after him.

The figure in front of her has always kept a short distance from her, so as not to lose it, but there is no way to see his face clearly.

Feng Ning stopped, not knowing whether he should continue to follow, Si didn't know that she was in the Lingshan Sect, and he was so afraid of Yu Changshu, it was impossible for him to come up.

Feng Ning tightly grabbed the sword in his hand, and the strings in his head were stretched into a straight line.

"Feng Ning, keep up."

The figure stopped, turned around slowly, and it was really a donkey, and it was the one Feng Ning had always known.

With short black hair, clear eyes, a smile like spring and March, and a light-colored casual suit, it is incompatible with the quaint style around him, but it makes people feel particularly comfortable.

He just stood there, looking at Feng Ning, and beckoned to her gently.

"When did you come to this world?"

Feng Ning walked over slowly, his brows furrowed more and more, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

"Si, is it really you?"

"How are you doing?" The corners of the mouth turned up slightly.

Feng Ning's eyes were red, and a lot of the past became clear again because of his words.

The smile of the sirling always calmed Feng Ning's mind, and Feng Ning sniffed and looked at him with red eyes.

Unlike the demon boy, the breath on this person's body is always so gentle, so that Feng Ning can't forget it.

Feng Ning walked forward, and the two thoughts in his mind kept switching:

A voice is saying, don't go, it must be trapped, it's fake; Another voice was saying, what if it was true? What if the donkey does come to this world?

She has come to this world, what else is impossible?

Just when she was about to run into the donkey, he suddenly turned around and ran away, the donkey used to take care of her, Feng Ning saw the sile for the first time, like this, it seemed to be dodging, and it seemed that he wanted to take her somewhere

Feng Ning couldn't understand such a move, and hesitated in his heart, he was already about to leave the Lingshan Sect in front of him.

At this moment, Yan Feng's prediction should have reached a critical moment, and it was also the time when the Lingshan Sect's defense was the weakest.

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