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Ye Ying looked sideways at the row of maids, all of them were tall, short, fat and thin, with low eyebrows and a silent face.

She thanked Long Wangu and asked him again: "What about Long Ling?" Whether she wants it or not, she is nominally Long Ling's fiancée, and it is too unreasonable to come without asking.

Long Wangu still had a smile on his face, and said politely: "Young Master Long Ling went to the border defense line to train, he is now a ninth level of warrior, the patriarch means to let him consolidate the realm as much as possible before advancing to the division rank, the more solid the foundation, the better the effect of the promotion." ”

That's the reason.

Ye Ying nodded in understanding, but she didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, the little boy who pestered her to run and pestered her to play tricks was about to be promoted to the rank of battle master. And what about her? The more she mixes up, the more she goes back, not to mention the war division, she is still far from the war fighters. Ye Ying smiled slightly bitterly, in the eyes of others, she climbed Long Ling, right? Even the repair of the spiritual veins had to rely on the Long family.

However, she didn't feel that she owed the Long family anything, in fact, it was the Long family and Mu Shuangshuang who owed her a lot.

In her previous life, she gave Long Tingjun all her trust, as well as a set of illusion cultivation notes that she had worked hard and unreservedly, and she also contributed a lot to the slaughter of demonic beasts on the border defense line in the Northern Regions;

And what about them? Kill her.

Now they have repaired her spiritual veins, and they can't even pay back the interest owed to her.

Ye Ying sent Long Wangu away and rested in this Tangli courtyard by himself.

Unexpectedly, at nightfall, Long Wangu came again, still with a slightly humble and polite smile on his face: "Miss Ye Jiu, the patriarch invites you to go to the study to talk about it." ”

Long Tingjun: So late?

Ye Ying's first reaction was to frown, she didn't want to see that man at all, let alone after nightfall.

As if seeing her hesitation, Long Wangu said: "Recently, the entire Northern Regions has not been peaceful, there are demonic beasts everywhere ready to move, and the patriarch has been busy all day without touching the ground, no, he just came back from outside." When he heard that you were coming, he immediately invited you over, for fear that something important was there. ”

Ye Yingcai didn't care about the important affairs of the Long family, not to mention, what was the important thing to find her little warrior?

But looking at Long Wangu's attitude, it was not convenient for her to refuse, after all, the matter of repairing the spiritual veins was still in the hands of the Long family. After thinking about it, Ye Ying comforted herself, anyway, Long Tingjun didn't know who she was, and she was blocked by the identity of "Long Ling's fiancée", so he wouldn't do anything excessive to her.

So he promised: "Please lead the way." ”

In fact, she was no stranger to the terrain of the Long family and knew how to get to Long Tingjun's study, but in order to cover it up, she had to pretend not to know.

Long Wangu led her all the way through the corridor to the door of Long Tingjun's study, and asked the servants who were waiting outside the study to report.

After a while, the servant came out and said, "The patriarch invites Miss Ye Jiu in." ”

Ye Ying glanced at the study room with dim candlelight, skirted up, and walked in.

This was the third time she had seen Long Tingjun since she was reborn, and the last two times were in the Ye family and the Holy Spirit Academy. After a few months, his eyebrows seemed to be stained with a little frost, and the battle armor with the dragon pattern was stained with dark red blood, and he looked down at a map spread out on the table, his expression was cold, as if he was pondering something.