"Goddess, you say you're a goddess?" Lan Ling'er never told him her identity, and he never pressed her, because all he loved was her, no matter who she was, she had never come from him, and in front of him, she was just his Ling'er.

"When I return to the Spirit Palace, I will tell you everything." Lan Ling'er looked at him with a smile.

Saint Ling Xiao nodded, but he had already made up his mind in his heart, no matter what she wanted to tell him, no matter what unfinished duties she had, he would not let her leave him for half a step.

"Huh? What about them? Only then did Lan Ling'er notice that the two people who were still standing here just now were gone.

"They're afraid to disturb the two of us." Saint Ling Xiao also regained his old expression.

"I passed out." Lan Ling'er rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Looking for us?" Suddenly, Feng Mohan and Situ Mujin appeared beside Lan Ling'er like ghosts.

"Holy! People are scary and will scare people to death! Lan Ling'er stared at Shui Lingling's big eyes and looked at the two people who suddenly appeared.

"I don't think there should be anything in this world that can scare you to death." Feng Mo's cold and lazy voice looked particularly charming in this night.

"If you don't raise the bar with me, you'll die, right?" Lan Ling'er suddenly glared at Feng Mohan with disdain.

"So you don't look extra bored these days."

"Then you will follow me in the future, and I will let you live a wonderful life every day."

"No way!" It's just that without waiting for Feng Mohan to answer, Sheng Lingxiao preemptively refused, jokingly, letting such a man as charming as Nangong Liye follow her, this is not the same as putting a rival in love by her side, in case one day, is it not, Saint Lingxiao can't be phenomenad.

"It turns out that the emperor of the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom will be so unconfident." Feng Mohan couldn't help but quip.

"Why don't you say you're too wicked." Saint Ling Xiao replied unceremoniously.

"Well, now that there's one more person to fight with you, I think your life won't be boring if you stay here." Lan Ling'er couldn't help but complain.

"It's a pity that the owner still has important things to do." Feng Mohan said with a little regret: "Otherwise, it's not bad to really stay in this Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom." ”

"You know you have important things to do." Lan Ling'er finally got the chance to count him down.

"Of course."

"Then these living dead are handed over to you, and you can find a way to bring them back yourself." Lan Ling'er said as she took out the hidden Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball, "Oh, take it." ”

Feng Mohan took the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball, and said with some grievances and helplessness: "I want the master to come all the way from Qingcheng, and I started to do coolies before I had time to drink saliva, and now that everything is over, I will drive the owner away like a goshawk, alas, the human affection is warm and cold." ”

"I'll go! You don't want to be so shameless. Lan Ling'er was really speechless.

"Where is the master shameless, isn't what the master said the truth?" Feng Mohan's innocent purple eyes shone with a blurry light.

"Okay, I was wrong, you go to the Falling Spirit Palace to drink a glass of water first, eat early and then leave." Looking at the already white sky, Lan Ling'er also felt that it was not good to let Feng Mohan go like this.

"Alas, forget it, the owner of the begging water can't drink it."

"Then you will disappear for me immediately." I've never seen such a hypocritical person.

"Okay, Mo Han, let's rest for a while before we hit the road." Situ Mujin said helplessly.

"Since Mu Jin has spoken, it's not good for the master not to give him face." Feng Mohan pouted at Lan Ling'er.

"You, you, you." Lan Ling'er suddenly became angry.

"Ling'er." Saint Lingxiao hurriedly hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "You are also tired all night, I will take you back to the Spirit Palace to rest first." After speaking, he turned his head to Situ Mujin and Feng Mohan and said, "You two are at your own convenience." ”

After tonight, the relationship between Qingcheng and Wanshengguo naturally goes without saying, Saint Lingxiao is grateful to Feng Mohan in his heart, so he naturally regards him as his friend, plus Feng Mohan and Ling'er are friends again, which further promotes the relationship between the two.

"You're the one who is." Feng Mo added a sentence ambiguously.

"I said Feng Mohan, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person, you ......" It's just that when Lan Ling'er wanted to say something more, she was already taken away by Saint Lingxiao.

Looking at the back that gradually disappeared, Feng Mohan and Situ Mujin smiled unconsciously, it's so good, a lover will eventually become a family.

But where are their lovers?

Standing on the city gate, the cool wind in the early morning was blowing a white and purple robe, and Feng Mohan and Situ Mujin looked in one direction at the same time.

In the Mansion of the Han King.

"Lord, princess." Han Xiluo and Nangong Liye were accompanying the miracle, Yao Lao and Han Qin were having breakfast, and Agni Huo hurriedly walked in.

"Is there news from the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom?" Han Xiluo asked a little nervously.

"Back to the princess, yes, the cold-blooded news is back."

"Say." Nangong Liye said lightly, he was not very worried about this matter, after all, there were Saint Lingxiao and Situ Mujin, as well as the goddess Lan Ling'er and Qingcheng Princess Feng Ziling, these people were not ordinary people, and they were not so easy to defeat.

"The crisis in the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom has been lifted, except for Murong Gongzi and the emperor of Murong Mansion who were injured, everyone else is fine."

"Is the son of Murong Mansion Murong Qingyi?!" Han Xiluo suddenly stood up from the stool and looked at the fire with an anxious expression.

"Back to the princess, yes."

Yao Lao sat on the side and frowned, and asked in a loud voice, "Is the injury serious?" ”

"The cold-blooded letter doesn't mention the extent of the injuries."

"If it is not mentioned, it means that Yi'er is fine, otherwise it will definitely be explained in the letter." Yao Lao slowly put his mind at ease.

Han Xiluo also breathed a sigh of relief.

"The city lord of Qingcheng also rushed to the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom." If all this has been resolved, then there is only one way to subdue the living dead, which means that Feng Mohan also rushed to the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom with the holy relics.

"Back to the princess, yes."

"Then I know, you go down first." Han Xiluo sat back in his position with some peace of mind.

"Master, do you want to go and see Yi's injuries?" Han Xiluo was always relieved of the injured Murong Qingyi and Saint Lingxiao.

"Well, the teacher will leave for the Land of All Saints in a moment." Yao Lao felt that he could hurt Yi'er, which meant that the person's martial arts were unfathomable, so Yi'er's injury would definitely not be light, although it would not be life-threatening.

"Okay." When Han Xiluo heard Yao Lao say that he was going to the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom, he was completely relieved.

"Agni." Nangong Liye shouted.

"Lord Wang." The flames quickly appeared in the hall again.

"Send a message to Cold Blood, let him tell Murong Hexiao, and the divine doctor will leave for the Ten Thousand Saints Kingdom immediately."

"Yes." Agni led the order to retreat.

Han Xiluo couldn't help but smile slightly, he was afraid that Murong Qingyi would not be able to wait to rush back to the Northern Netherworld.

"Okay, finally let go of a stone in my heart." Han Xiluo has been frowning for the past few days, and today he finally relaxed.

"Mother, when will Aunt Lan come back?" Miracle asked out loud.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while." Han Xiluo looked at the miracle with a somewhat disappointed expression, and continued: "Aunt Lan and Uncle Sheng have been separated for so long, and the two of them finally met, they must want to get along for a while, right." ”

"Okay." Miracle has heard a lot of things about Aunt Lan and Uncle Sheng in the past few days, and knowing that Uncle Sheng has been waiting for Aunt Lan, he has a good impression of this uncle who has never met from the bottom of his heart.

"Good." For his son's understanding, Han Xiluo was indeed very pleased.

"Miracle, Daddy took you hunting today, okay?" In order to divert the attention of the miracle, Nangong Liye decided to take him out hunting today.

"Okay!" For a miracle who had never hunted, this undoubtedly succeeded in diverting his attention.

"Then you eat more, don't lose your strength later." Han Xiluo continued.

"Hmm!"

So the atmosphere became relaxed again.

After breakfast, Han Xiluo stayed in the palace because he was a little unwell, while Nangong Liye went out hunting with Miracle and Yue Zhen'er.

When Yao Lao simply cleaned up, he came to say goodbye to Han Xiluo.

"Master, I have prepared a carriage for you." Han Xiluo, Yao Lao and Han Qin walked to the gate together.

"Hehe, the carriage is not needed, the strength of the teacher's feet is okay, I don't want to delay time." In fact, Yao Lao was still worried about Murong Qingyi's injury.

"Then take care all the way." Yao Lao's skill, Han Xiluo, never doubted it.

"Hmm." Yao Lao nodded.

"I won't go with you in the palace, so I won't be a burden to you." Han Qin stood aside, a little reluctant to give up this best friend.

"It's up to you to be reluctant to let go of my apprentice grandson." Yao Lao laughed.

"Haha, so the old man stayed to help you watch your grandson." Han Qin also smiled happily.

"Well, take good care of my grandchildren." After that, Yao Lao didn't delay any longer, and disappeared in front of the palace with an arrow step.

"Wow, the master's real sword is not old, this speed can catch up with the speed of my spiritual power." Han Xiluo couldn't help but sigh, she was wondering, if the final result went well, should she consider learning some martial arts internal strength, otherwise it would not be possible to rely on spiritual power alone.

"Your master has a lot of hidden skills." Han Qin said as he walked back.

"Well, it looks like I'm really going to have to find some time to ask what tricks the master is hiding."

While chatting, the father and daughter walked back to the palace.

Since Saint Ling Xiao brought Lan Ling'er back to the Spirit Palace, they have never been seen again.

Situ Mujin and Feng Mohan first looked at Murong Qingyi, who was the most seriously injured, and only when they were sure that his life was not in danger before returning to the front hall to prepare some breakfast.

"Brother, you're leaving?" Feng Ziling sat on the side and asked a little reluctantly.

"Your sister Luo'er hasn't done what she told her brother yet." Feng Mohan smiled slightly, "Do you want to go back to Qingcheng with your brother?" ”

"No!" Feng Ziling's head shook even more rattle, "I want to take care of Qingyi here." ”

"I think you want to wait for that person." Feng Mohan glanced at her.

Feng Ziling's cheeks were full of redness, and she shouted shyly: "Brother! ”

"Okay, okay, I won't say it." For this sister, Feng Mohan really can't help it.

"The living dead?" Situ Mujin was still thinking about so many living dead, how would this Feng Mohan be brought back to Qingcheng.

"Isn't it a joke that you really let the owner take it back?" Feng Mohan was speechless.

"That Ling'er." Situ Mujin also thought so, but Ling'er did.

"She's joking with the owner, hehe, these living dead are bothering Brother Mu Jin to find a safe and secluded place to hide."

Situ Mujin nodded clearly, I see.