When the king of Xicheng came down from the main hall, he saw Feng Ling hurrying to the back of the main hall.

"If you don't take care of the king, what are you going to do?" King Xicheng stretched out his hand to stop Feng Ling, his attitude was stiff, and he seemed to be holding back a little anger.

Feng Ling lowered her head and walked in a hurry, not noticing the oncoming person, she was suddenly reprimanded, and she shuddered. When he looked up and saw that it was the king of Xicheng, he stabilized his mind and gave a slight salute: "The witch doctor has seen it for you, and it is no big deal." ”

"It's okay, you can leave the king alone?" The King of Xicheng looked solemn, his hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, and he made a creaking sound from too much force.

Because of her excellent relationship with the old demon lord, Feng Ling can be said to have grown up under his nose, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she treats her as his own child. But this bear child has never been worry-free since he was a child.

In the past, when the old demon lord was here, the king of Xicheng couldn't get used to the old demon king's pampering of Feng Ling, and proposed to the old demon lord many times that this child should be strictly disciplined, otherwise there would be a big disaster in the future. But the old demon lord loved his daughter very much at that time, and he couldn't listen to the advice of the king of Xicheng at all, and even quarreled with the king of Xicheng because of this.

It turns out that the words of the King of Xicheng have some merit. Because not long after that, Feng Ling led the wolf into the room, and the entire Feng clan and the demon world all suffered.

Now the demon world can't just get some improvement, and the scourge is starting to stir again. After the calamity of the old demon lord, this began to calamity the new demon lord again. Not to mention the matter of the children and clothes and belts before, just today in the military tent, Feng Ling's temper with Xuanzhi was enough to annoy the King of Xicheng.

Interfering with the king's military orders in public is a presumptuous act that the king of Xicheng has never encountered in his life for more than 100,000 years. Thanks to her fate, leaving the old demon lord, and the new demon lord will continue to get used to it, otherwise just relying on the regent or colliding with the monarch is enough to make her head different, and there is no objection.

Thinking of this, the King of Xicheng unconsciously glared at the bear child in front of him, but the bear child lowered his eyes and didn't notice his vicious eyes at all.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, the king of Xicheng smoothed his chest so as not to faint with anger. He can only sulk secretly, who calls this scourge, but he is still the only descendant of the Feng clan, he can't beat and scold, and he can't scold.

Some people are destined to be a rarity from birth, even if they are a scourge, they are still rare, and they are so annoying.

Seeing that Feng Ling didn't squeak for a long time, the king of Xicheng waved his hand: "Go back." Before you are healed, you must be by the side, and you can't leave a single step, so go now. ”

In terms of etiquette, Xuanzhi is the king, and she is the minister. From a logical point of view, Xuanzhi is a husband and she is a wife. In terms of causes, she trespassed into the battlefield first, and Xuanzhi was injured later......

Because of this, Feng Ling should serve every step of the way, but she ran out at this time, if she let those old ministers who were already dissatisfied with her see it, they didn't know how to slander her behind her back.

The King of Xicheng sighed, and after giving the order, he continued to walk down, walked two steps, and when he looked back, the child did not follow at all, and was still standing there.

"What are you doing?" King Xicheng couldn't help but exclaim, "You are really becoming more and more unruly. ”

Feng Ling still stood still: "I'll go back later." ”

"Wait?" King Xicheng's hoarse voice almost roared: "Then tell me what you are going to do now?

Feng Ling finally turned around slowly: "I'm going to check one thing." It's something very important to me and to the Feng Clan. ”

The moment she turned around, the light behind her just shone into her eyes, revealing her stubbornness and determination.

The King of Xicheng was speechless by her, as if he was intimidated by an invisible coercion, and it was difficult to refute her decision.

Feng Ling took advantage of his momentary stunnedness, immediately bowed his head, left the King of Xicheng standing alone on the stairs, turned around and ran towards the corridor behind the main hall.

Bypassing the cloister, passing through two circular arches, and then crossing a short stone bridge, you will arrive at Xuanzhi's study.

There were more than 100 guards along the way, but seeing Feng Ling, it was like seeing Xuanzhi, and they only saluted, and no one intercepted them. Even the study, a place where important documents were kept, did not stop her, and when she wanted to enter, the guards on both sides opened the door for her.

The journey was much easier than she had imagined.

Stepping into the study, Feng Ling suddenly thought of Bai Youxian, Bai Youxian could easily get the Ziyun Divine Monarch's talisman under heavy supervision, and he was able to run to Ziyun's territory to order everyone, all the way unimpeded, I am afraid that the situation at that time was the same as when she entered Xuanzhi's study now.

What is smooth, what is easy, but it is just relying on the trust and love of others.

Feng Ling's heart ached, but soon as she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted, she shook her head vigorously, quickly walked to the table, opened the wooden drawer, and took out the yellowed paper inside.

It was a map and timetable that she and Xuan Zhi had found in Ceyin's mansion before her death. At that time, the generals of northern Sichuan said that the room where the evidence was found was the room of the Bai Qi Bai Lord.

It shows that this Lord Bai should be a real existence, but the problem is that he is not called Bai Qian, and he can't come out of Beihai.

Feng Ling remembered that the time she met Lord Bai in the Demon Realm, she was immediately saved by Xuan Zhi. If it is a coincidence, it is too coincidental. Xuanzhi's statement at that time was that he had official business in the Demon Realm, and he happened to see her.

But at that time, Xuan Zhi was clearly locked up in the Extreme Cold Palace, how could the Heavenly Monarch assign him official duties?

Nervously opening the map and timetable, Feng Ling read the words on it carefully.

Sharp cursive.

It's completely different from Xuan Zhigong's neat and beautiful font.

After reading it repeatedly, she was still not at ease, so Feng Ling brought the half-annotated fold from Xuanzhi on the side to compare.

One horizontal and one vertical, one by one, I looked at it carefully.

The habit of writing is indeed different.

Thinking about it, if the handwriting on it was similar to Xuanzhi's, she should have noticed that something was wrong in northern Sichuan at that time.

Fold the yellowed evidence and put it back in its place, Feng Ling propped up the table and collapsed in the rattan chair on the side.

It's not him, it's not him, fortunately it's not him.

The study was surprisingly quiet, as if time had frozen, Feng Ling stared blankly at the peony carvings on the beams, and did not recover from the fear for a long time.

As long as it's not him, no matter who Bai Qi is, she has nothing to fear.

She thought about it, even if this Bai Qi that appeared out of nowhere was still alive and still at large, she felt that it didn't matter. What kind of spirit and evil deeds, what kind of blame and hatred, as long as Xuanzhi is not involved, she can settle down, and she can not worry.

Everything has Xuanzhi, isn't it? With Xuanzhi, she is not afraid.

The dreary weather finally couldn't hold back the heavy moisture, and it began to rain lightly. The entire Netherworld Mountain was quickly enveloped in rain and mist, and the air was filled with the smell of rain and dust.

The oppressive atmosphere gradually faded away in an uproar, leaving only the vast land, silently inheriting the first spring rain that was as expensive as oil.

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