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Long Tingjun has been at the ninth level of the Great War General for a long time, and he has not been able to break through that barrier and step into the Battle Sect Rank.

The real war sect on the entire Futu Continent is said to be only two or three old guys.

And these old guys are sleeping under the effect of the secret medicine of those big families, maintaining their lives, and they will only be awakened when the survival of the family is in danger, and they will be used like a big killer!

Now, Ember actually asked her to cultivate into a War Sect?!

"Good!" she gritted her teeth and responded. In any case, grandpa's revenge must be avenged, if you can't even pass the first level of revenge, you can't get out of the world of Futu Continent, so what's the follow-up?

She looked at Ember steadily: "You have it, when I reach the Battle Sect level, take me to explore how to get out, a word is a certainty!"

"It's a deal!" Ember looked at the little girl's clear eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

He originally didn't think about going out of the Futu Continent at all, when Qianxing was alive, he stayed by Qianxing's side, and after Qianxing's death, what he wanted to do was to avenge her. However, when the little girl in front of him cultivates to the Battle Sect level, it is estimated that it will be a long, long time later, right? At that time, the serious injuries on his body should have been healed, and Qianxing's great revenge has also been avenged, so it doesn't hurt to take this little girl out for a walk.

He turned and walked towards the lighted house in the valley: "Come along." ”

Ye Ying hurried a few steps to follow.

They went all the way to the house, and the faint morning light was spreading little by little in the valley, and it was almost dawn.

When they walked into the house, the beautiful shell lamp burning on the main table in the center was just extinguished, and a man dressed as a maid came in and made tea for them.

"Your Highness, you're back. The maid made her tea and bowed to the embers.

With her movements, Ye Ying on the side felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, and after careful inspection, her strength was much higher than herself.

At least the Great War Master rank, right?

Ye Ying was surprised, she didn't expect that a casual maid would have such a rank.

However, this is the Beiming royal family, and it seems that nothing strange is happening.

I heard Ember ask the maid, "Ruyi, how are the people you rescued before?"

The maid Ruyi bowed to him again before saying, "If you go back to Your Highness, the son who made the golden sword rescued from the swamp is still asleep, and his vital signs are stable. The young lady in the white dress woke up once last night, ate something and fell asleep again. There was also a girl with a wooden rattan wrapped around her hand, and she had a fever, and we bandaged the wound and slept with it, but it was fine. ”

After a pause, he said, "The dragon patriarch you ordered the high priest to bring back tonight talked with the high priest all night and did not sleep. ”

Ember didn't care much about Long Tingjun, and when he heard Ruyi say that everyone was fine, he nodded, pointed at Ye Ying and said, "Clean up the bedroom for this little girl, and live next door to me." ”

"I ......" Ye Ying wanted to say no, but after looking at the look in her eyes, she closed her mouth in amusement.

With his toes, he knew that he was going to sleep with her at night, and if she sternly refused, who knew what would happen?

Seeing that she was well-behaved, Ember withdrew the faint threatening look on her face.

At this moment, Ruyi saluted in the direction of the door and shouted: "High priest, dragon patriarch...... Your Highness. ”

Two people walked in at the door first, led by an old man Ye Ying had never seen before, with white hair and hair, wearing a dark robe embroidered with spiritual patterns, looking a little mysterious.