"Okay." Whisk Ling resigned himself to his fate: "Then go to the temple." ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, pursed his lips, and said, "Ah Ling, it's okay if you can't think of it, I just need to be by your side." ”

When Fu Ling heard this, he sighed in his heart and said calmly: "Feng Zhuo, some words are not suitable to say in such a situation. ”

"Your memories have so much to do with you, let's talk about it when I get my memories back." Fu Ling stood up and said, "I'm a little tired, I'm going to play tomorrow, go to sleep first, and you can go to bed early." ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, who was about to leave, and a sad color flashed in his eyes.

But soon, Feng Zhuo nodded.

Whirling looked at him and walked outside.

After taking two steps, Fu Ling stopped again, looked back at Feng Zhuo and asked, "Have you been feeling unwell these days?" ”

"Is the fire hedron enough?"

"And." Feng Zhuo said: "If it's uncomfortable, I'll use it." ”

"That's good." Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and muttered for a while: "Feng Zhuo, don't lose control. ”

Regarding Feng Zhuo's possession of the dark spirit root, after careful observation, Fu Ling found that Feng Zhuo himself did not know.

Thinking that Feng Zhuo had almost lost control and used his spiritual power before, Fu Ling guessed that the power should only burst out when Feng Zhuo was out of control.

There was no way to directly tell Feng Zhuo that he had a dark spirit root, so Fu Ling could only turn a corner and say, "I don't like the way you look when you're out of control." ”

Feng Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said in a low voice, "I know." ”

When Fu Ling looked at him, he knew that he was sad again.

Can......

In order to prevent Feng Zhuo from using that power, he had to do this first.

"Go back to sleep." Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and softened his voice: "It's not over the New Year's Day yet, I'll accompany you to play in the imperial capital when the time comes, and I'll accompany you wherever you want to play." ”

"Really?" Feng Zhuo's originally somewhat dim eyes brightened up a little after listening to what Fu Ling said.

Fu Ling looked at his shining eyes, and his mood was a little relaxed: "Really." ”

"Okay." Feng Zhuo smiled and nodded.

Fu Ling smiled, turned and walked out of the room, towards his room.

It takes less than a few minutes to get from the hall to the sleeping room.

As Fu Ling walked down the path to the room, Feng Zhuo's appearance that night reappeared in his mind.

That night, it was really dangerous......

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The next day, a group of people finished breakfast and went to the academy, and today it was a competition of twenty people.

On the way to the academy, Fu Ling was not in a good mood.

The reason is simple.

Shen Huaisang's luck was exerted to the extreme, and he drew the people of the Xiling Empire when he drew lots six days ago.

Even if Fu Ling didn't pay attention to it in his cultivation for the past few days, after hearing this, Fu Ling also knew that Shen Huaisang must have entered the twenty ranks.

Not to mention taking the first place, up to now, Shen Huaisang is here.

It's so unpleasant!

There were twenty people left to compete.

When you get to the playing field, the process is much simpler.

There are two competition tables at the same time, which means that you can compete ten times.

There is no rematch this time.

Because of the elimination in half, it will be too troublesome to rematch.

Twenty people, ten people were selected.

Ten groups, as long as the opponent is eliminated, you can be selected.

When the lot was drawn, Fu Ling drew a student named Lin Hua.

The moment he got the sign, Fu Ling was in a bad mood.

Lin Hua, a student of the Nanyang Empire, a tenth-level spirit sect, a spirit root, and a fire system!

Fu Ling took the stick, pursed her lips, and looked at the sign in her hand with a calm face.

But in fact, Fu Ling's heart was crazy.

Fire, fire again!

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Good night, today I updated five chapters and made up for it.