Long Ling'er broke the teacup and attempted to commit suicide by cutting her wrists, and after being reported to His Majesty Longhao by the elf maid, His Majesty Longhao immediately rushed to the Baihua Palace without stopping. Looking at Long Ling'er, whose eyes were red and lifeless, and her face was haggard, she sighed helplessly: "My silly daughter, let me tell you the truth! Leng Feng is not dead, he is now improving his strength in the Academy of Magic!"

"Father, don't lie to me, no one can be spared under the poison of the god-killing potion. The daughter only asked to go with him. Please forgive my daughter for being unfilial. Crystal tears crossed her pale cheeks, and Long Ling'er muttered in her heart.

Long Hao shook his head and said with distress: "Have you forgotten? As the biggest hero of the Battle of the Ruins, Leng Feng was able to select an additional spirit-level secret treasure. He chose an unsightly inner armor to save his life. He's fine now, and if you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself. Anyway, now that His Royal Highness Aland has returned to China, there is no need to deliberately hide anything. All this is the attention of the cold front. ”

Long Ling'er's eyes were full of despair, and a look appeared. He muttered incredulously, "Is this true? You didn't lie to me?"

"My stupid daughter, you have committed suicide several times to be martyred, how can I joke with your life? My father is old, and I only have a precious daughter like you. If you have three longs and two shorts, how can your father be worthy of your dead mother. Long Hao thought of his beloved wife, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

Long Ling'er stood up abruptly and staggered out. As for the dragon artemisia shouting for him to eat something and then go before it was too late, it had been completely ignored. Long Ling'er now wants to see Leng Feng wholeheartedly, so that he can feel at ease. Accompanied by the elven maid, she couldn't wait to get into the carriage and rushed towards the Tianlong Magic Academy.

The wind was speeding along the way, although the speed was already very fast, Long Ling'er still kept urging him. The horse-drawn carriage was moving quickly on the street as if no one was around, ushering in a burst of pedestrians jumping and jumping to avoid it. In the anticipation of Long Ling'er's life, he finally came to the Tianlong Academy of Magic. As soon as he got out of the carriage, he was supported by the elf maid and walked quickly towards the training ground that was separately divided by the special training class.

The heavily guarded training ground is so large that no one is allowed to enter or leave the stadium during normal times. With the waist card, the group entered it and finally saw the sweaty cold front. Long Ling'er's pale face was full of ecstasy, and she exclaimed ecstatically: "Brother Feng......" broke free from the support of the elf maid and rushed towards Leng Feng with all his might.

Leng Feng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Long Ling'er, who ran with tears in his eyes and ecstasy. Hurriedly opened his arms and hugged him tightly in his arms. Full of suspicion, he said, "Ling'er, why are you here?"

Long Ling'er burst into tears, clinging to her body, which was as majestic as a mountain. Crying: "Brother Feng, you scared me to death, I thought I would never see you again." You're all right, don't scare me like that in the future. Seeing that Leng Feng was safe and sound, the grievances of the past few days were vented in one go.

Leng Feng felt indebted, stroked his black hair, and comforted him in a low voice. Surrounded by a strong warmth in my heart, the taste of being cared for is so wonderful. Leng Feng was deeply immersed in it, and a feeling of happiness swept through his body.

The elf maid on the side walked over, looked at the two people hugging each other, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. One of the maids said in a low voice: "Marquis Leng, the princess has secretly committed suicide thirteen times in the past eight days, if we hadn't taken care of her day and night, I would have ...... princess."

"What?" Leng Feng's heart was shocked, looking at Long Ling'er with a haggard face in his arms, he only felt a sharp pain in his heart. I didn't expect Long Ling'er to choose to commit suicide, how could she make the proud daughter of the sky so affectionate. With a sigh, he slowly pushed Long Ling'er away, pinched his fair and pink cheeks dotingly, and pretended to be displeased: "Silly girl, are you so unconfident in me? Didn't I say it? The person who can kill me hasn't been born yet? If you leave me, what should I do?"

Long Ling'er's cheeks were flushed, she stuck out her tongue, and said shyly: "How do people know that it's fake, how can they blame me?"

Leng Feng let out a long sigh and hugged Long Ling'er tightly. muttered: "The shadow of our kingdom has come out, and the spy organizations in many countries want to get rid of me, and you know, I will go to the Royal Academy of Magic in Kadia after a while, and in order to be with you, I can only do my best to improve my strength." It just so happened that I was attacked, so I could only choose to cultivate quietly in this way. ”

Long Ling'er nodded slightly, and a grunting sound came. Facing Leng Feng's surprised eyes, he was so ashamed that his face seemed to be dripping with blood, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

The elf maid on the side whispered, "The princess hasn't been able to eat a good meal recently......"

"Not a lot of mouths......" Long Ling'er coquettishly exclaimed.

"Silly girl, let's go, let's go eat. It just so happened that I was hungry too. He took Long Ling'er's jade hand and strode towards a small room.

After the two finished eating happily, Wang Zhen, the martial king, wore a black samurai uniform and strode in. He glanced at Long Ling'er in surprise, and said puzzledly: "Ling'er, why are you here?"

"I'm not worried, so come and see him!" Long Ling'er said with a red face.

Wang Zhen laughed and said, "You naughty girl, you have finally grown up." ”

Long Ling'er held a long sword, carefully watched Wang Zhen's every move, and patiently practiced fighting skills with Leng Feng.

I don't know how long it took, but a man wrapped in a wide gray cloak walked in. He muttered in a low voice, "What is this? ”

Seeing this, Leng Feng put away his long sword and strode forward. smiled and said, "Wang San, is there something wrong with me?"

"Boss Leng, that's the case, the third team has received a task that is a little tricky, and I want to ask you to go out of the mountain to help. I wonder if Boss Leng has time?"

"No task, it stumped the third squad. ”

"Don't mention it, I found out a secret stronghold, there seem to be three or four martial artists in it, and the loss of attacking the brothers is too great, so I have to beg Boss Leng with a cheeky face. Wang San said with a face full of shame.

"When are you leaving?"

Wang San's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and he said eagerly: "I'm ready over there, it depends on your time?"

"I see. Leng Feng nodded. immediately said hello to the mentor and Long Ling'er, put on a mask depicted with a hideous devil pattern, and strode away in Long Ling'er's worried voice. Although he wanted to seize the time to improve his strength, he couldn't refuse the request for help from the third squad, so he had to follow along.

From the magic teleportation array in the academy, come to Heavenly Destiny City. Under the leadership of Wang San, they came to a shop that ran a cloth business. Wang San said in a low voice: "My people have surrounded this place, and they have greeted the city lord, no matter how much trouble is turned here, no one will ask." ”

Leng Feng looked around, looked at the many pedestrians coming and going on the street, and muttered: "Don't be in a hurry, do it at night so as not to accidentally injure the innocent." He turned and walked towards a restaurant.

Wang San diligently ordered a table of wine and food, and asked in a low voice, "Boss Leng, what do you think should be?"

"Isn't it just four or five martial artists? I haven't taken it to heart yet, so I'll leave it to me. "Leng Feng has practiced the curse system in the Sacred Book of the Dead, and has learned many curse magics. It's a good time to try out the power of magic.

"That's a martial artist? And there's more than one. Wang San said with horror. Although he knew that Leng Feng's Demon Martial Dual Cultivation was strong, he still felt a little uneasy about being so big. If Leng Feng has three longs and two shorts, he will be in big trouble.

"It's okay, the last thing a necromancer is afraid of is a lot of people. Leng Feng said confidently.

In the wee hours of the morning, the noisy Mandate City gradually quieted down. In a dark corner, Leng Feng flashed out and walked straight towards the Duan Clan's cloth merchant. There were several figures faintly behind him, clenching the magic crossbow like a great enemy, and carefully following behind him.

Leng Feng looked at the closed door of the trading house, and with a wave of his staff, a bone spear as thick as a child's arm shot out. Peng thuded loudly, and the solid door was smashed into splinters all over the floor. Immediately, there were several angry roars in the trading house, and several men dressed as waiters ran out with swords in their hands.

Seeing this, Wang San secretly complained, obviously saying that it was a sneak attack, how could it be a strong attack. Seeing that he had already startled the snake, he had no choice but to wave his hand and lead people to rush forward quickly.

"Who is it? Why are you making trouble in Duan's trading house? A man yelled with a bad face.

"Draco Hunter. Leng Feng said coldly, and a bone spear shot out with his hand, shooting the man's head alive. With a wave of the staff, more than a dozen skeleton warriors appeared, rushing towards the crowd.

I saw that at the broken door, a man flashed with dazzling fighting energy, holding a terrifying big knife, and walked out quickly with a sneer on his face. The three people behind him all moved their fighting spirits, and suddenly a strong aura permeated out.

Leng Feng's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "The martial artist has finally appeared......" The staff waved continuously, the Decay Technique, the Confusion Technique, the Fear Technique, the Slowness Technique, and one after another curse magic cast out. The curse magic passed through the barrier of the fighting spirit like lightning, and accurately hit the powerful martial artists one by one. Suddenly, the terrible screams continued to sound.

A martial artist watched as his leaking skin rotted at a rate visible to the naked eye. I couldn't help but scream out loud from the souls of the dead. As if he had seen the most terrible thing in the world, his companion trembled violently and screamed in horror. The martial artist, who had been hit by the confusion technique, waved the butcher knife at his companion violently, as if he had a deep hatred for each other. It's best to be a martial artist, who wants to dodge, but finds that what could have been done easily is as slow as a turtle at this moment. Watching the terrifying big knife split itself in half.

The hunter behind Leng Feng frequently fired demon-breaking arrows. In the blink of an eye, these powerful martial artists fell into the blood wave one by one. To the astonishment of these people.

Leng Feng looked at Wang San, who was stunned, and muttered in a relaxed voice, "It's none of my business! He turned around and strode towards the Heavenly Mandate City Teleportation Array. Leaving behind a petrified group of hunters, shushing each other.

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