"I, I'm out of marriage, this, this is quitting, do you have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

Li Jingran's courage that had just risen up instantly collapsed, and he was terrified, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Even the son of the head of the Faban clan was slaughtered by Luo Ling, and he was really scared at the moment.

In addition to fear, hatred, unforgettable hatred!

Luo Ling glanced at him disdainfully, and said coldly: "It's not that you quit the marriage, it's that you voluntarily dissolved the marriage contract, do you understand?"

Li Jingran nodded again and again, "I understand, I understand." ”

Luo Ling said lightly: "Aren't your clothes just paper? Your dog blood is ink." ”

Looking at Li Jingran's cowardice, Wu Feixue felt sick in his heart, the dignified Atai tribe actually had such a soft egg, if he really married this kind of person, it was better to just die!

Hold the grass, hastily and hastily!Your blood is dog blood!

Li Jingran had a lot of grass Nima speeding past in his heart, but his face was not exposed at all, and he tore off a piece of cloth from his body according to his words, bit his fingertips, and wrote hard.

The hero doesn't want to suffer the loss in front of him, he can't wait to disappear from Luo Ling, the evil star, immediately, so he wrote very quickly, it was written in less than a minute, handed it to Luo Ling, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said cautiously: "Master Luo, is it okay?"

Luo Ling took it and looked at it, and said in a deep voice: "From today on, the marriage contract between you and Wu Feixue is officially dissolved, and there is no longer any relationship, if you dare to harass, you will not be forgiven!"

Li Jingran stared at Wu Feixue, flashed a touch of unwillingness, and jumped out of the room as if he was running away.

"Luo Ling, you wait, wait for my grandfather to come out, and see how Lao Tzu kills you!"

"Wu Feixue, you little slut, why don't you toast and don't eat and drink, wait, when the time comes, Lao Tzu will overlord the bow hard, and you won't be killed!"

As he ran out of the room, the fear on his face was instantly replaced by viciousness, and he said viciously in his heart.

"Thank you......"

In the room, Wu Feixue took Li Jingran's blood book from Luo Ling's hand, and her heart was moved.

Although the Li family may not admit this certificate, after all, Luo Ling made it for her, happy and moved.

Luo Ling smiled softly and said, "This certificate is nothing, it's just used to test the attitude of the Li family." It is basically certain that once Li Xuan enters the Yuanhu Realm, the Li family will make a big move, and you and your father must make arrangements as soon as possible and be strictly vigilant. You don't have to worry about the Faban tribe, there will be someone to deal with when the time comes. It's important that I immediately go back to the Zhuyuan Realm and not want to be disturbed during this time. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wu Feixue stood up, looked at Luo Ling's back through the veil, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I know what to do." ”

Although she still had doubts in her heart, she still chose to believe Luo Ling.

This god-like boy has repeatedly performed miracles, so why not this time?

With the rain coming and the wind filling the building, she puts aside her personal thoughts and must do her best to deal with the impending civil unrest.

One of the most important aspects is to ensure that Luo Ling is not disturbed during the retreat.

In public and private, she and the martial arts family must do their best to ensure Luo Ling's safety.

Once he has three longs and two shorts, the martial arts and Atai tribes will not be spared.

Then, she tidied up a little, pulled her hair, and walked out of the room briskly.

"Childe!"

"Brother Luo!"

As soon as Luo Ling walked out of the Chief Chief's Mansion, he met the Jiang family brothers and sisters.

......

Li's house, in a study.

"The little rabbit cub is too much to bully, is it easy to bully my Li family?"

A sturdy middle-aged man sitting in a chair suddenly got up and said in a sullen voice, his face full of anger.

He is Li Jingran's father, Li Han, the head of the Li family, who just learned from his son that Luo Ling forced his son to write a bloody letter dissolving the marriage contract.

At this moment, a young man dressed in an Atai-style military uniform walked in.

The man was no more than thirty years old and looked very capable.

The capable young man arched his hand and said, "I've seen the head of the Li family." ”

"Why are you here again?"

Li Han glanced at him, slightly impatient.

The capable young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Family Master Li, now our goals should be the same, right?"

Li Han stroked his chin and said meaningfully: "Your class family has always wanted to eat my Atai department, and my Li family is an important part of Atai, standing on opposite sides of each other, how can you say that you have the same goal?"

"The Li family master, Luo Ling, and the Wu family are our common enemies, so we have common interests. ”

The capable young man smiled, took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Li Han with both hands, and said, "This is a handwritten letter from Master Ban Rong to you, please take a look." ”

Li Han smiled noncommittally, took the envelope, and opened it to watch.

The letter was to the effect that the Faban Department would send troops to crusade against the Atay Ministry, not to swallow the Atai Ministry, but to target Luo Ling and the martial artists who protected him, and promised that this time it was only for revenge, and that the Atai Department would not touch a single grass or tree, hoping that the Li family could judge the situation and respond internally. As long as the martial arts family falls, the Li family will be able to control the Atai Ministry.

According to the letter, as long as the Li family cooperates, everyone will be happy.

Li Han was moved, but he was skeptical.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "It's best if the Li family doesn't hurt the harmony, you can reply to the class master for me, this matter is not trivial, my Li family needs to think about it and give an answer in five days." ”

The capable young man nodded and said, "The words of the Li family master, I will bring them to the class as they are, and I will come back in five days, hoping to hear the good news and say goodbye." ”

After saying that, he hugged his fists and turned to leave.

After the capable young man left, Li Han's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a trace of excitement, and said secretly: "Within five days, my grandfather will definitely be promoted to the Yuanhu realm, and then my Li family will be able to take charge of Atai and stand tall in the wasteland, no matter how treacherous and arrogant Ban Rong is, he will not dare to come as promised." ”

Yuanhu Realm is the pinnacle powerhouse of the Sao Wasteland, killing such a master, even if four or five Yuanhu Realm shoots at the same time, it may not be successful, once it fails, it will suffer the crazy revenge of the besieged and killed, that is really called a nightmare.

Therefore, the powerhouses of the Yuanhu Realm in the wasteland basically have well water and do not interfere with river water.

No matter how strong the Faban clan is, they don't dare to easily offend a Yuanhu Realm powerhouse.

This is where Li Han's confidence lies, provided that Li Xuan can successfully break through to the Yuanhu Realm.

"Luo Ling, Wucang Dao, you two are arrogant and domineering, you are really matched, and let you jump for a few days, and when your ancestors come out, your days will come to an end!"

Li Han picked up the teacup on the desk and took a sip, and when his eyes were sharp, the palm of his hand was full of energy, the water in the cup was instantly steamed dry, and the teacup was also turned into powder and sprinkled.

Faban tribe, a secret room.

An old man with white hair with white hair sat cross-legged on his knees, chanting words in his mouth.

The old man's face was uncertain, sometimes red as blood, sometimes blue as the sea, and sometimes emerald green, very strange.

Half a foot above his skull, there was a phantom of a blood-colored wolf's head.

This blood-colored wolf's head was unusual, with a half-foot-long curved horn at the top of the skull, which was quite strange.

"Toot!"

The old man suddenly let out a low sigh, stretched out his arms, slowly raised up, and stopped when he didn't pass the top of his head, and exhaled slowly.

After maintaining this posture for two or three seconds, the phantom of the wolf's head disappeared into the old man's body, and the old man's face returned to normal, no different from ordinary people.

Then, the slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing two ghostly rays, fleeting, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Despicable human race, quickly kill each other, I will use your flesh and blood to build my blood wolf body, and use your unjust soul to nourish my wounded soul, and ...... it!"

"Then add fuel to the fire!"

The old man pushed open the stone door of the secret room and walked out.

"Meet the Ancestor!"

Seeing the old man, all the warriors of the Faban tribe looked in reverence and paid homage.