After the young pavilion master left, Xiang Ling also walked into the courtyard alone, looking at the debris in front of him.

Du Kang was still lying there quietly, without moving, Xiang Ling stepped forward and probed his snort again, and found that his breath was much weaker than Fang Cai.

No, he must have suffered a lot of internal injuries, and if he continues like this, he may soon die.

Xiang Ling's heart was suddenly anxious, she wanted to find a way to save Du Kang, but she didn't seem to find a way.

This is a fantasy world, she doesn't know if there is a medical hall or something, and even if there is, she can't get out now.

Now, if you want to save Du Kang, it seems that you can only find the people of Dihuang Pavilion, but how can the people of Dihuang Pavilion help you?

No, there is a person who, if he asks him, should help him save others.

Young Pavilion Master?

Xiang Ling didn't know why, he always felt that the young pavilion master seemed to have a different view of him, and besides, he had just killed the man in the yellow shirt and said, "If he doesn't die, you die!" ”

That is, in order to save himself, he would rather kill his own men?

Although he didn't know why the yellow-shirted man didn't die, he was going to die, but Xiang Ling knew at least a little that the young pavilion master would help him.

It was just his attitude towards him just now ---- Xiang Ling remembered the iceberg face when the young pavilion master was leaving.

Hey, it seems that as the saying goes, leave a line in everything, and see each other in the future, if he just treated him like this, will he hate himself and refuse to help.

But after thinking about it, for the sake of Du Kang, Xiang Ling still decided to give it a try.

But there is another question, Dihuang Pavilion is so big, where is she going to find the young pavilion master.

Yes, didn't he say that there was a banquet today that he was supposed to attend by himself? There must be a lot of guests at a banquet, so can't you just follow that group of guests?

Thinking of this, Xiang Ling suddenly came to her senses, she looked at Du Kang who was still lying on the ground, squatted down, dragged him to the back room of the room, and gently placed him on the bed.

Of course, when passing through the outside of the house, Xiang Ling dragged the yellow-shirted man into the inner room and placed him on the inside of Du Kang, covering him with a quilt.

"I'm sorry Du Kang, I wronged you to lie down with a dead man for a while, that person's body can't be found, otherwise I may not have time to help you move the rescue troops if it causes a riot."

After explaining, Xiang Ling briefly cleaned up the yard again, and then hurriedly ran out.

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Aris Imperial Capital Phantom Hall

"Hall Master, there is movement in Dihuang Pavilion." A man in a blue robe knelt before a man in a black robe.

"I already know." The black robe didn't turn around.

"This time the movement seems to be a little different from usual."

"I know, you go down, I am free to advocate this matter." The black-robed figure remained unmoved.

"Yes-----" the Tsing Yi coat bowed back.

The black robe turned slowly, and there was a solemn look on his face.

"Xiang Ling, is that you? -------”

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Running out of the courtyard, Xiang Ling looked around, trying to find the direction of the crowd.

Dihuang Pavilion was a little big, Xiang Ling turned around and dizzy, fortunately, she heard some small noises.

There is a sound, there must be someone there, Xiang Ling pricked up his ears and ran towards the place where the sound came from.

Before he was dizzy again, Xiang Ling finally found his goal.

There, people walked in groups of three or five to one place, whispering something as they went.

Xiang Ling lowered his head slightly, and easily got into the crowd.

Of course, her so-called ease, thinking that the gods were unaware, in fact, someone had already found out and reported to the young pavilion master.

The young pavilion master knew that Xiang Ling had blended in with the group of visitors, so he only told him not to disturb her, so he secretly turned his head and smiled slightly.

Xiang Ling, who was in the crowd, followed the footsteps of the people and walked forward, and by the way, visited the cultivators of this Xiusi Continent.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you look at it, it makes Xiang Ling a little dumbfounded.

What I saw in the Yunyu Pavilion and the Dihuang Pavilion before, although those people looked high-minded in temper, they looked the same as ordinary people after all, but what they saw in front of them was not the same.

It is normal for ordinary people to be tall, short, fat and thin, but this group of people is a little abnormal.

Some people are three meters tall and even higher, while the short ones are less than fifty centimeters.

Even if there is a huge difference in body shape, there are also the colorful pupil colors, hair colors, skin tones, and even, those faces, some of which even have no facial features.

At this time, Xiang Ling's heart was shocked by unimaginable, and at one point, she suspected that she was not in a fantasy world, but in some horror novel.

It's just that she was stunned, and when she looked closely, those people all returned to their normal shapes.

In an instant, Xiang Ling's soul drifted a little. Is it another hallucination?

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, this time, Xiang Ling understood that the appearance of these people was still some normal people, but in their bodies, those strange-shaped bodies were faintly attached to them.

Uncanny.

Xiang Ling could only think of these two words to describe what he saw.

Fortunately, the crowd was only a small group that paid attention to themselves, and they were unaware of Xiang Ling's surprise.

Soon, the whole team walked into a huge hall.

In the hall, the layout seems to be very simple, with a high chair in the middle, and many tables and chairs are neatly placed on the left and right sides, which looks like the living room of a large family in the past.

People walked into the hall in twos and threes, and found their position easily, Xiang Ling was here to mix up, so naturally there was no place for her.

When you come in, you have to continue to find a place to cover yourself, so that you can find the young pavilion master, Xiang Ling thought to himself, and began to look at the eight roads.

Most of the people who came in had seats, but there were still some people who didn't have special seats, Xiang Ling saw that those people were standing behind the tables and chairs one by one, so she also pretended to be casual and followed, and then found a table and chair where there was no one behind her.

The seat in the middle was still empty, and the people sitting on the lower side were still whispering to each other. Xiang Ling looked at the group of people talking to each other, but found that he was a little uncomfortable.

For those who spoke, from time to time, glanced at themselves as if they were looking at something new.

Xiang Ling looked himself up and down to make sure that his outfit was fine, and then looked up at the group of people staring at him again.

What's so beautiful, I've never seen anyone wear a skirt! Xiang Ling muttered in his heart, but he still didn't say anything after all.

Those people seemed to notice the disgust on Xiang Ling's face, and instead of minding, they laughed one by one.

Xiang Ling was very angry, but she had a task in her body, and she couldn't say anything, after all, she was just sneaking in, and she was already at a loss, so she could only lower her eyes there, and she wanted to let the eyes of the group of people take their eyes off her as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for the noise in the hall to subside, and the whole hall was as quiet as a dense forest in the middle of the night.

Xiang Lingzheng was puzzled, but soon found that a person walked in from outside the hall.

The young pavilion master of Dihuang Pavilion.

As soon as that person appeared, Xiang Ling's whole eyes lit up, and there was such an impulse that he wanted to run forward and pull him directly to Du Kang's bedside.

But after all, he is a reasonable person, so she suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and planned to find an appropriate time, know how to reason and move with emotion, and let him help her save people.

The Young Pavilion Master stood still outside the door for a moment, looked around the hall, and soon, his eyes fell on Xiang Ling, who was standing behind the first row of tables and chairs.

With some imperceptible joy in his expression, the young pavilion master fixed his body and slowly walked to the big chair in the middle.

His gait was steady, but it seemed a little ethereal.

Because Xiang Ling found that the young pavilion master's feet did not touch the ground at all, he almost floated over.

Xiang Ling was surprised at first, but soon, she calmed down.

This is fantasy, fantasy, nothing is impossible, you can't make a fuss about it.

However, she only calmed down for a while, and then she couldn't calm down anymore.

Because she found a very serious problem.

The radio waves on the young pavilion master's body are flowing, and the speed of the flow is a little fast, and it seems that he is now the character who appears in this novel.

What's even more disturbing is that, except for the young pavilion master, the radio waves of the people in the entire hall are all flowing, that is to say, this place is now the author is writing.

Thinking of this, Xiang Ling suddenly felt a little chill in his heart.

If the author is writing here, then everything about this place is under the author's attention, and he must not appear rashly, at most, he can only go to the young pavilion master after the entire banquet is over, and the radio waves on those people are still. Just, how much time will it take? Xiang Ling didn't know in his heart, and it was hard to say.

Because she's worried a little.

I am worried that if the author gets stuck when writing the plot, then the consequences --- unimaginable.

According to Xiang Ling's own writing habits, she won't rack her brains when she gets stuck, she will just give it up, and then go outside to have some fun, and come back when she is inspired.

If this author has a routine with himself, then it is difficult to say when the banquet will end.

In this way, Du Kang still has a small life?

No, no, no, I can't worry about the sky like this, Xiang Ling tried hard to persuade himself, there are not many freewheeling authors like himself, and this author should have thought about it before writing the plot of the banquet.

Won't get stuck, won't get stuck, hurry up, end quickly.

Unconsciously clasped his hands together and gently touched his chest, Xiang Ling had already prayed to the Buddha and Jesus in his heart.

"Young Pavilion Master!"

When Xiang Ling closed his eyes and prayed, the people in the hall had already gotten up one after another and bowed slightly towards the young pavilion master standing in the middle.