"Why! Why! I'm already an immortal! Ling Feng, dressed in red, was above the lake, frantically venting his anger.

Incomprehension, resentment, resentment....

Obviously, he has already joined the world, why did he still fail!

It's like a selected cargo, at the mercy of others!

As an ordinary person, you can't rebel against your fate?

Sitting on the surface of the lake in embarrassment, looking at the scenery around him like a mirror, Ling Feng no longer had the confidence to hold the overall situation in his hands, but more resentment towards the world.

Imprisoned in that void for countless years, lurking in the ring and enduring humiliation.

Finally, he planned to take a step towards the immortals, but he was like discarded garbage, and the fruit was picked by someone!

Unwilling!

Really unwilling!

Obviously, his plan was seamless, but in the end he lost to the Mandate of Heaven?

"Hahaha! It's a joke all my life! Ling Feng was lying on his back on the surface of the lake, suddenly feeling bored.

He jumps up and down like a clown supporting character jumping up and down in the book.

No matter how hard you try, you will definitely die at the hands of the protagonist in the end.

If you become a supreme being, absorb all the cultivators, and make this world a world without monks, everyone can only succeed by hard work.

Isn't it good to have a world where everyone is like a dragon?

Ling Feng never thought that there was anything wrong with his thoughts, this was the justice in his heart.

It's a pity that this world has never been fair, and in the end you are just a stepping stone under the feet of others!

Ling Feng, who has been in the world, has also glanced at the essence of this world.

Everyone is just the marionette of the world......

He is just a pawn in the hands of immortals!

At this moment, Ling Feng had some realization, he laughed at the stupidity of those mortals, but how could he not be stupid?

Countless scenes flashed through his mind, and finally froze on Ouyang in a green shirt.

The pieces outside the chessboard just haven't been played on the chessboard yet!

It's all stupid! It's all idiots!

Just as Ling Feng was laughing at everyone, the space was distorted, and Leng Qingsong, dressed in black, flew into the space.

Leng Qingsong, who flew into the dog's belly, barely stopped to check, the sword light was faster than him, and he arrived at the Lingfeng Gate in an instant.

"Wait a minute! I have something to say..."Ling Feng hurriedly spoke.

But Leng Qingsong didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, the sword light had arrived, and the endless anger was calmly vented on Ling Feng's body.

There is no law, no rhyme, and not even true yuan.

Instead, he simply covered the body of the sword with his own soul, and vented his anger with a sword.

In the rain of swords, Ling Feng was instantly cut into countless pieces, and directly dissipated in front of Leng Qingsong's eyes.

Feeling that there was no longer the aura of Ling Feng around, Leng Qingsong's body suddenly rose with supreme sword intent again.

Like a waterfall, it ripples back and forth dozens of times throughout the space.

Make sure that the Ling Wind disappears from its particle form.

Leng Qingsong put away his sword, looked at the empty lake in front of him and whispered, "Brother said that the villain died from talking too much!" Also, don't wear red clothes in the next life! ”

Since he was a child, Ouyang has taught Leng Qingsong that don't talk nonsense when encountering enemies, chop the other party first.

Crooked nonsense, others and other skills are cooling, are you waiting to die?

This kind of earnest teaching has always been remembered by Leng Qingsong.

So as long as Leng Qinglet go, that's it, take the other party's life, and won't give the other party a chance to speak at all!

Leng Qingsong glanced at Ling Feng, whose soul was cut into countless pieces by himself, and turned around and left without the slightest nostalgia.

After coming out of the dog's belly, Leng Qingsong subconsciously looked for Ouyang, and when he saw Ouyang, he was slightly relieved.

Where there is an elder brother, he only listens to his elder brother.

Where the elder brother can see, it is when his sword is slashed.

When he saw the white mass in Ouyang's hand, Leng Qingsong couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he came to Ouyang's side in an instant.

Ouyang was weighing the little white snake in his hand up and down, to see if he had enough to eat.

"Brother!" Leng Qingsong looked at Ouyang with some pleading and said weakly.

Ouyang slanted a glance at the unpromising big man in front of him, which really broke his heart.

"Oh, this little guy will be yours from now on!" Ouyang handed the little white snake in his hand to Leng Qingsong.

The little white snake that was weighed by Ouyang shook his head.

The little white snake also seemed to feel that Leng Qingsong had an aura that made it feel close, straightened up lazily, looked at Ouyang suspiciously, and then looked at Leng Qingsong.

It's like I'm worrying about where I should go.

In the end, the little white snake spat out the pink snake letter, as if making up some kind of determination, and swam towards Leng Qingsong.

Leng Qingsong cautiously stretched out his hand to catch the little white snake, it was white and flawless, and it was so small, it wasn't even a demon all the time, it was just an ordinary little white snake.

The fragile seem to die if they are not taken care of at all.

Is this what Master and Brother told themselves?

Xiaoyue died because of the world, and lived because of the world.

Causing sin and making up for it with one's body, and getting such a new life?

Leng Qingsong sighed slightly in his heart, and in a trance, a girl in a red dress was in front of him, and then he felt a burst of comfort in his heart.

Looking down at such a small life, a smile appeared on Leng Qingsong's face.

It's okay like this, you don't have to bear any fate, so it's good to accompany yourself ordinarily!

Looking at the sleeping little white snake, a smile appeared on Leng Qingsong's face, and Ouyang's goosebumps rose when he saw it.

How is this kid so numb today, he is not as cold as before.

"This little guy doesn't have a name yet, I'll give you a name!" Ouyang's eyes lit up, and he reminded confidently.

Names or something, I'm the best at it!

Hearing Ouyang's words, the hair, deflated, and beautiful boys in the distance were shocked, and looked at Ouyang who was meditating with expectation.

And Leng Qingsong immediately opened his mouth and refused: "Don't bother brother, I'll come by myself!" ”

Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong in front of him with some dissatisfaction, how could this kid have a daughter-in-law and forget his mother?

Just now, he had the idea of a little genius, and said to Leng Qingsong unwillingly: "White strips, spicy strips... What a good name, easy to remember and distinctive! ”

Sure enough, an expression appeared on the faces of the three pets.

It's not a good idea to name this big guy, as the deep victims of it, they are very vocal.

Leng Qingsong looked at his brother apologetically, his brother's cultural level has always been a hard injury.

"Are you kid mentally arranging my low level of education?" Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong vigilantly and asked.

Leng Qingsong carefully covered the white snake, smiled at Ouyang and said:

"Mu Mist!"

So-called:

"The sunrise fog is dewed, and the green pines are like ointment!"