"What did you say?" Yang Yi was startled, and suddenly there was a strange feeling. This Zhang Ling grabbed himself, did he take a fancy to himself and wanted to recruit himself as a husband?

Thinking of this, Yang Yi couldn't help but look at Zhang Ling carefully. Zhang Ling's figure is similar to Han Meng's, his face is as white as clotted fat, and he has green pupils and long green hair, but he has a different temperament and charm. At this moment, with a blush and green hair, it looks like a gentle woman with a small jasper, which makes Yang Yi feel in a trance.

Zhang Ling was still a cold and arrogant goddess just now, but now she has become a gentle and virtuous lovely beauty, but if Yang Yi says something that shouldn't be said, she may be killed by this "cute" beauty in an instant. Alas, O terrible woman......

"I'll kill you if you ask me again!" Zhang Ling directly pulled Yang Yi up, and Yang Yi could only follow Zhang Ling into the tent.

The tent was four or five square meters in size, with only a snow-white quilt. There was a faint white light inside the tent, which was emitted by a bead the size of an egg.

"There's only one quilt, and it looks like I'm going to sleep on it. Yang Yi was a little apprehensive in his heart. If this Zhang Ling was not a foundation building period monk, but a qi refining period monk, he would definitely turn his head and run, but now he is facing a foundation building period monk. Want to run?

Zhang Ling seemed to know what Yang Yi was thinking, so Zhang Ling's face immediately turned a little redder, and the red was almost dripping blood, like a ripe cherry on a tree.

"What do you want?" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, threw the quilt to Yang Yi, and then hurriedly cast a few spells on the tent by himself, and lay down directly with his back to Yang Yi.

"Ahh How do you sleep on a quilt?" Yang Yi saw Zhang Ling's face flush, and couldn't help but have the idea of teasing.

"Wouldn't it be half-paved and half-covered?" Zhang Ling didn't raise his head.

"Oh. Yang Yi heard that Zhang Ling's tone was not good, so he stopped talking.

silently laid out the quilt, separated from Zhang Ling's quilt by half a meter. Yang Yi rolled the quilt onto his body and covered it, the quilt was quite big. completely wrapped Yang Yi. The quilt with a strange fragrance kept burrowing into Yang Yi's nostrils. tortured Yang Yi for a while. Yang Yi slept in clothes, in the warm quilt, although there was a big beauty beside her, and she covered her quilt, but Yang Yi's heart at this time was all about Han Meng.

"Well, I'll be able to save you in a moment. Yang Yi slowly closed his eyes.

"Hurry up!" Yang Yi felt someone push him, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be Zhang Ling pushing himself again.

"What? It's still early. Yang Yi glanced outside the tent, but it was still dark and silent. So Yang Yi turned his head and wanted to sleep again.

"Get up, you are a man sleeping in my woman's tent, how can others explain me when they see me?" Zhang Ling had a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"Maybe someone will know about you pulling me into the tent last night, and if only one person knows, it will spread soon. It makes no difference if I can't get out of bed. Yang Yi rolled his eyes, afraid that others would know that you didn't pull me into the tent last night.

"Ah, what should I do then?" Zhang Ling showed her feminine side at this time.

"How do I know?" Yang Yi turned his back to Zhang Ling, ready to continue sleeping. Zhang Ling obviously had some scruples and didn't dare to kill him. Since she can't kill herself, why is Yang Yi still afraid of her.

"If you don't want to die, get up. Zhang Ling's voice suddenly became cold.

Yang Yi got up and walked out of the tent. Sitting at the entrance of the cave.

"Hmph. Zhang Ling glanced at the quilt that Yang Yi had used, and with a flick of his fingers, a fire dragon flew out and landed on the quilt. The quilt turned to ashes in an instant.

The sky is already faintly bright. There was a touch of fiery red in the sky in front of Yang Yi. It's like spilled red ink.

Yang Yi closed his eyes and recuperated, but his ears were still listening to the surroundings. Always on the lookout.

Yang Yi maintained this state until dawn.

The tents were put away one by one, and Zhang Ling came out of the tent to collect his own tent after more than half of the people had collected the tent.

Some monks were quietly closing their eyes, and some were talking to each other.

There was no one around Zhang Ling except Yang Yi.

"It seems that Zhang Ling's popularity is not very good. Yang Yi saw that Zhang Ling had a feeling of being isolated. Zhang Ling has no expression.

"It seems that there is something hidden. Yang Yi doesn't think that Zhang Ling has no joys, sorrows, and sorrows. He has seen Zhang Ling angry with his own eyes, and he has seen Zhang Ling shy.

She just hid her emotions in front of people.

Although he knew that there must be a hidden secret, Yang Yi did not ask without knowing what to do.

In front of all the monks, they put away their tents, and Zhang Ling said, "You don't need to collect any more demon pills, we will rush back to Fengyue City today." ”

None of the people objected, and they all agreed.

"Zhang Ling's prestige is too great. Yang Yi saw that none of the forty-five people protested or anything, and couldn't help but admire Zhang Ling.

"That's good. Everyone controlled the magic weapon of flying, and after returning to Fengyue City, they each went to the Fengyue Pavilion to receive their rewards. Zhang Ling said lightly, and then patted the storage bag on his waist, and a huge green sailboat appeared in the sky outside the cave.

Zhang Ling grabbed Yang Yi's arm and took off into the air, flying directly towards the sailboat nearly twenty meters above the ground.

"So fast. Yang Yi only felt the sound of wind whirring in his ears, and then his feet hit the ground. It landed right in front of a building on the ship.

"Boats are meant to fly. Yang Yi suddenly realized, thinking that there was still a small boat in the storage bag, so he planned to find time to try it.

Zhang Ling's boat also carries several houses, and it is a two-story building, and there are also rooms below deck. Yang Yi entered the room. The room was large, with bright windows, and in the center of the room was a jet-black waist-high table with a pitch-black stone on the table. This pitch-black stone is flanked by a milky white stone, and its inner aura is abundant. All three stones are set on the top of the jet-black wooden table. The room can enter nearly 100 people. But Zhang Ling started the ship as soon as he got on the boat, and he didn't mean to let other monks get on the boat.

The green sails of the ship suddenly propped up, and the ship sped westward at an astonishing speed.

Yang Yi looked at the rapid change of scenery, and couldn't help but sigh, at this speed, he would be able to reach Fengyue City in a few minutes.

On the boat, Zhang Ling's hand was placed on a pitch-black stone, as if he was controlling the boat.

"The white stone should be a spirit stone, but it should be an intermediate spirit stone or a high-grade spirit stone. Yang Yi speculated that this spirit stone was much larger than the low-grade spirit stone.

Yang Yi immediately closed his eyes, actually looking at the Blood Demon Technique.

The ship stopped.

"It's here. Follow me. After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he pulled Yang Yi and jumped off the boat. Zhang Ling put away the boat and walked to the city wall not far away. Yang Yi also followed.

When he arrived at the city gate, Zhang Ling took out a sign expressionlessly and showed it to the guards, and the guards nodded and let Zhang Ling and Yang Yi enter the city.

Yang Yi was looking around, but Zhang Ling directly pulled Yang Yi to turn east and west, and arrived in front of a magnificent building.

Fengyue Mansion.

The guards behind the gate of the mansion saw Zhang Ling, but they didn't stop him, and let Zhang Ling enter the mansion.

There was a serious atmosphere in the house, and a straight road stretched straight forward to the front of the house, and the guards on both sides of the road did not squint.

Zhang Ling walked to the front of the room and pushed the door open. Yang Yi looked into the room and saw a black-robed man sitting opposite a white-robed man.

When the two saw Yang Yi, their faces were obviously surprised. But Yang Yi also found that these two people also have green eyes and green hair. And everyone else in the house is black pupils.

"Is that the man?" asked the younger man, a surprise in his voice.

"Hmm. Zhang Ling nodded.

"Hahaha......" Another man laughed and stood up, "It seems that our Zhang family has a successor, haha......" The middle-aged man was very happy.

"Father. Zhang Ling's face was full of well-behavedness, and he swept away the indifference when he was outside the mansion.

Is there a successor? Yang Yi's face was instantly very strange. Then there is worry. There are so many high-level cultivators, and the one in front of them should be the Fengyue City Lord. I'm afraid it's a monk in the Yudan period. Yang Yi wants to leave, but I'm afraid he can't go. The person in front of him obviously wants to recruit himself as a son-in-law!