The knife has appeared.

There's no need to stay in this cold cave.

So the master and the servant returned home happily.

A certain boss doesn't know that he is already in a big disaster.

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But say the other side.

Nangong Ling Qing Tianyao was defeated in a disastrous battle, and fled back in disgrace.

Nangong Ling's large army was stationed in Baiqing City.

Baiqing City is very close to the ancient city of Phoenix.

It is also the only city in the fifteen border cities in this area that can grow large areas of greenery with slightly better temperatures. There are plants and hot springs, which means that Baiqing City is the richest city among the fifteen cities.

It is the best as a garrison and supply depot for the army.

Of course, this was once the territory of King Mo.

Later, the prince led the troops, and he was extremely incompetent, so he was forcibly occupied by Nangong Ling and others.

"His Royal Highness the Four Princes......"

"Go out, this prince wants to be quiet."

After Nangong Ling returned to the camp, his face was not good, and he had already started to drive people out, not wanting anyone to get close to his camp.

In the past 18 years, he has not suffered defeat.

But it's the first time that he has been defeated so ruthlessly and completely like this one!

Fifteen thousand soldiers, all of whom are still elite, and no more than one hundred and fifty came back alive, what a humiliation!

Nangong Ling covered his face, almost like he was autistic.

I have been hiding in the tent for three days without eating or drinking.

Whoever tries to persuade it will not work.

"It's time to eat."

A very hoarse voice sounded outside the tent.

"Get out! How many times have I said it, don't bother this prince! Nangong Ling exploded, his eyes bloodshot, and roared outside.

The rough voice outside paused, and then chuckled: "Ah Ling, don't you even want to see the deity?" You're getting worse and worse, kid. ”

Nangong Ling suddenly changed color.

He stood up suddenly: "High Priest?!" ”

Is it because he hasn't slept for three days, his brain is chaotic, and he has already begun auditory hallucinations?

And the door of the tent was opened.

A very tall, thin black shadow floated in.

That's right, it's floating.

This man has his feet off the ground. And the robe was so long that it covered the feet, and it looked like a ghost, and it floated through the door.

"The deity specially came to Baiqing City to see you, you kid, you don't go out to greet the deity, and you still shout at the deity." The black-robed high priest glanced at Nangong Ling, and the moment he raised his head, he revealed a face wrapped in a thin bandage, revealing only a pair of dark gray eyes.

His pupils were a little strange, different from ordinary people.

Dark gray eyes, as if there are no highlights.

There are only shadows.

At the bottom of the eyes, there is also the totem of the ancient curse seal.

"Ah Ling knows his mistake, and asks the high priest to punish him." Nangong Ling immediately knelt down, ashamed and embarrassed.

He's so incompetent.

It is an unforgivable sin to lose the love of Tianyao, and even offended the most sacred high priest of the entire Eternal Night Country.

"Go outside and get a hundred sticks."

The black-robed high priest said the most ruthless words in the softest voice, without any emotion.

He is the god of the kingdom of eternal night.

His word is a holy decree, or even a holy decree.

"Yes."

Nangong Ling didn't dare to disobey.

He did not complain about the punishment of this hundred military sticks, and even said that he was willing.

It was one thing for the black-robed high priest to favor him.

But not spoiled.