"Ah Tian said that he had something to deal with and was leaving Yanjing."

In the bedroom of a hotel, Zheng Lei looked at the content on his phone and laughed.

"In this way, it is true that he is very busy, it's okay, let's organize everyone to play tomorrow for a day, and go back together the day after tomorrow."

Liu Jianjian smiled with some disappointment.

Originally, they also wanted to rent a hall and have a good meal with Lin Tian for the whole school.

But now, this idea has to be abandoned.

High in the sky, a big sword slowly headed towards the southeast, Pei Ning stood quietly, her long hair fluttering, and a pair of beautiful red eyes flashed with a hint of loss.

"What's wrong?"

A middle-aged woman walked up to Pei Ning and said with a smile.

The woman is Li Baiyi's younger sister, wearing gorgeous clothes and looking gentle.

"Nothing, just no ......"

"Didn't talk to Lin Tian?"

The gentle and beautiful woman looked at Pei Ning and blinked.

Pei Ning's face suddenly turned red and lowered her head.

Suddenly, the tip of the nose brushed a trace of osmanthus fragrance.

I saw that the beautiful woman was carrying a beautiful wooden box, in which were displayed several delicate pastries printed with osmanthus flowers.

Pei Ning's eyes lit up, and she looked at the beautiful woman with some hesitation.

"I bought it for you, and I heard your father say that the diet of the Protoss is indescribable."

Pei Ning nodded, picked up a pastry and tasted it carefully, and her jewel-like eyes lit up instantly.

"It's all for you." The beautiful woman laughed.

"Hmm." Pei Ning chewed carefully, but only ate a small piece, and put the rest of the pastry into his storage ring.

"Why don't you eat it?" The beautiful woman was surprised.

"Because...... It's so delicious. Pei Ning whispered, a trace of blush flashed on her face again, like a halo of glow dyeing Xiu Zhiyun, which was very beautiful.

The beautiful woman was slightly stunned and said with a smile:

"He is originally from the human race, so he has naturally eaten it, so there is no need to prepare it for him, and for that kid, this osmanthus cake is not expensive."

Pei Ning nodded, her skin was warm, her facial features were three-dimensional, and she was looking at the sky with a pair of red eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"How are the Terrans?"

"I like it."

…………

"He will officially become the young commander of the Terran race in a month, Master......"

The white wall is tiled, the green pond lotus show, there are butterflies fluttering, and the dark fragrance floats.

Jiang Daoheng looked at Zhao Huanhuang, who was sitting in the pavilion and had not spoken, and stopped talking, with a look of loneliness in his eyes.

After all, Zhao Huanhuang was still unwilling to let him fight with Lin Tian anymore.

Airplanes......

A little daylight presses on the water color of the green pond, slowly rising.

A handsome middle-aged man appeared, standing in the air above the pond.

"Master."

Jiang Daoheng looked at the Wind Riding Martial Saint, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"You still want to fight?" Chengfeng looked at Jiang Daoheng, and there was a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

Zhao Huanhuang frowned, looked at the Martial Saint of Chengfeng, and said nothing.

Jiang Daoheng glanced at Zhao Huanhuang, then looked at Chengfeng, and nodded heavily.

Chengfeng stared at Jiang Daoheng, and a smile gradually emerged.

"You are very good, even if Lin Tian is almost going to heaven today, I thought that your Dao heart was broken, and this life is like this.

It seems that it is not, the grandson of the martial saint of the king of Xinjiang is really uncompromising.

Before your father died, I promised him that I would see you stand above all the nations and seek peace for the world.

I wasn't sure about you before, but now you, I think there's hope! ”

Chengfeng Martial Saint said quietly, looked at Zhao Huanhuang, who had never spoken, and said lightly:

"Huanhuang, you have always been silent, and now you can't hide."

Jiang Daoheng also looked at Lin Tian longingly.

Zhao Huanhuang stood up, and at this moment he recognized Jiang Daoheng and said quietly:

"Fight again?"

"Fight again!"

Jiang Daoheng clenched his fists, and there was a battle intent in his eyes.

"Go to the Godfall Battlefield, the Arctic Abyss.

After a month of life and death, his will is stronger than yours, then you should not lose to him in will. ”

Zhao Huanhuang said quietly.

Jiang Daoheng's body trembled.

"Wait!" The Martial Saint of Riding the Wind was hurriedly surprised:

"You told him to go to the Extremely Cold Abyss, didn't you just let him go to death?"

Zhao Huanhuang nodded, and his eyes were covered by a black cloth and he couldn't see his brilliance:

"It's to seek death, do you dare?

Lin Tian's spells, spiritual power, and will are all stronger than yours.

Will is the foundation of all advancements, you are not even as good as his will, what do you use to fight with him? ”

Zhao Huanhuang said lightly, deafening.

The face of the Riding Wind Martial Saint changed instantly.

Only Jiang Daoheng had a hint of fear in his eyes, and then roared:

"I'm willing to go."

"Good!"

Zhao Huanhuang smiled faintly, and with a wave of one hand, a trace of qi and blood emerged, outlining a red paper in the space.

Jiang Daoheng's eyes froze, his fingers were cut between his fingers, wisps of golden blood oozed out, and he wrote big characters on the red paper.

[Dare to fight again? 】

There was endless battle intent in his eyes, and the golden light was overflowing.

In the next moment, a red light overflowed from the courtyard, rising into the clouds, flying over the Yanjing military force, shining brightly.

"What's that?"

"It's a battle post, who sent the war post?"

"Curious means, above the blood word, give me a strong sense of suppression!"

On the ground, the exclamations of the Yanjing military and martial arts students resounded.

The red light kept going to the sky, stretching and stretching, and was sensed by Liu Zihua.

Immediately after, an hour later.

Rumble!

The red paper floated back from afar, standing high in the sky, and flew towards Jiang Daoheng.

Jiang Daoheng was extremely different in an instant, and even the Wind Riding Martial Saint was full of eyes.

But see, one word.

[Get out]!

…………

Tibia World.

The fifteenth level, in the top floor of a building towering above the sky.

One man and one woman.

The man with silver hair was Shi Ming, the third prince of the demon clan Qingqiu, and the other party was looking at the woman in the red dress with an angry face.

The woman was dressed in a red dress, with warm skin, tall and tall, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and staring at the fifteenth level downstairs.

If you look closely, you will find that you can't see the woman's appearance clearly, as if there has always been a layer of light and mist shrouded in the woman's face, which makes people unable to see clearly.

"I'm leaving, then it seems that Lin Tian won't come to the shin world again."

Shi Ming snorted coldly, leaning lazily on the sofa, with a hint of irritability in his eyes.

"You're going to the Terrans?"

The woman in the red dress looked at Shi Ming.

"It's time to go back, there is a Divine Soul Gold in the South China Sea of the Terrans, maybe there is news of my aunt and concubine."

Shi Ming stood up and looked at the woman in the red dress lightly:

"It's useless to stay here all the time, it's been a few days, the only thing I don't understand is that I want to control Lin Tian is to force the other party to exchange [Oxin Tian Dao] with me.

Why are you so interested in that Lin Tian? ”

Shi Ming looked at the woman.

"You don't have to worry about that."

The woman raised her head and watched Shi Ming leave.

In the room, it quickly fell silent, only the woman was still drinking quietly.

"Just let him go?

It's better to control him and become our puppet.

After all, he is the prince of the demon clan and has a prominent background. ”

A feminine man's voice sounded, but there was still only a woman in a red dress in the room.

pS: I actually wrote four chapters today, but the latter ones were deleted.

Shameful.

The three chapters owed will be paid off in five days in the next few days.

Still, it's embarrassing.

I just said yesterday that I wanted to add more.

A big plot is over, the fourth volume is also in the late stage, and the whole novel is about to transition to the middle and late stages.

The plot is more difficult to imagine, and if you want to be more attractive and story-like, of course, you have to meet the greater coolness.

The author needs to construct a complete set of ideas.

So I deleted those two chapters today, because it affects the development of the follow-up plot too much, and if there is a difference with my overall thinking, it will create a big hole that cannot be filled.

It's dangerous, so I don't choose to send it out, but delete it.

It's been five months since the book was written, and the author's writing style has been evolving.

By the time of the Holy Tribulation, it had evolved to the third way of writing.

Now, it should be a transitional stage from the third way of writing to the fourth.

There may be regressions, but the whole should be progressive.

The road is long and difficult, and there is only hard thinking.

I believe that most readers come in to watch this book because of the golden finger, but the author writes about people from the beginning.

The author of this sentence wanted to say it from the beginning, but now it is needless to say, because readers who don't like to look at people have long since left.

Everything in the world is like a change in entropy, if you see my book today, you may never see it again, or maybe you will see one in a few years, and you will think in a trance, have you read this author's book?

It seems to be sad, but it is actually a rule.

The only way to solve the problem is to make your book more heavy and improve its quality, that is, attractiveness, in order to attract the attention of book lovers again.

What the author Jun did is also this thing.

The author can be regarded as seeing it clearly, although everyone has always wanted to add more, but after the cool, he lifted his pants and left.

Hahaha, it's exactly the same as when I read the book.

So if you take a leave of absence now, there is a high probability that you will not be scolded.