The cannon fodder of quick travel is not sad

Chapter 1121 There is a junior sister here 10
The ring spirit was also very depressed, obviously everything was arranged, after coming out of the auction house, passing by a street, He Wushuang suddenly looked at a very ordinary stall in the corner, the owner of the stall was a man with his eyes closed. An old man with a white beard who looks like a hermit...

Unfortunately, something went wrong.

Without the male bodyguard by her side, she was targeted by the bad guys but couldn't win. Naturally, she couldn't have noticed a small stall on the street while running away.

If you don't want to die, just pick and choose slowly.

He Wushuang's face was already numb as usual, "So, do I have to go back to the town to buy things again?"

Ring Spirit: "First, you have to climb up from this valley."

He Wushuang: "..."

What the hell!

She looked up at the sky that was so high and shrouded in thick fog, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "Old man, is there anything you can do?"

Really climb up?

Obviously, using tools wisely is fast, safe, and clean.

However, He Wushuang thought about it carefully and found that her current strength and spiritual weapon could only fly to a normal height, not like this.

It is impossible to fly infinitely high just because you become a cultivator who goes against the sky. It is better to fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Precepts have been active for tens of thousands of years.

Although he has only a sliver of soul now, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so he must have a way to get out of the valley.

The old man of the Nazgul: "How? I just said, climb up."

He Wushuang's eyes widened: "Climb? You just climbed! How long will it take? Hurry up. Is there any other way to get up?"

Nazgul: "No."

He didn't want to say it.

Originally, this re-employment was not voluntary on his part, and he had a good retirement life, but he was going to take care of and teach a stupid love brain. He has no brains, not to mention, he is not free yet.

Trapped in a broken ring, unable to eat, drink or play.

Enough is enough!

So he usually doesn't like to deal with this guy at all and would rather sleep.

Today, too.

"You!" He Wushuang was so angry that she wanted to throw the ring into the river, but she couldn't give it up. The ring spirit knew a lot, and it was her last trump card.

Follow up.

But, I’m really angry!
She rolled her eyes, and a smirk curled up on the corner of her mouth, "Believe it or not, I lost you, so that you can no longer condense your real body."

Yep.

At the beginning, the old ring spirit lied to her that it was because she was seriously injured by the enemy, and the last trace of soul was hidden in the ring to escape the result of being wiped out. After that, she fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up again... emmm, it was awakened by He Wushuang's blood of.

While playing with the ring, his hand was accidentally cut and a drop of blood flowed.

A drop of blood awakens a so-called ancient monk.

Anyway, the Ring Spirit would never admit that he hurt her hand on purpose.The plot designed by Tiandao must be tight-fitting without revealing any flaws.

"I want revenge!"

"As long as you promise me this condition, I will use it for you!"

He Wushuang agreed.

She has seen the magic of the Ring Spirit Dimension, and she is shocked. With this treasure, plus a grandfather with an encyclopedia...

Is Cheng Shen still talking?
Of course, this old man is indeed a bit lazy, sometimes unreliable.

Revenge is the obsession of the Nazgul, he is sure...

"Oh."

Hearing his indifferent answer, He Wushuang was stunned.

w... what?

It never occurred to her that the so-called revenge and other excuses were completely recited by the old ring spirit according to Tiandao's script.

As soon as he retired as an old man, he would invite old ladies to square dances when he had nothing to do. He would fight with college students for the right to use the playground.

The Ring Spirit didn't care about He Wushuang's words at all and thought she was farting.

He Wushuang:......

Weak with anger.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and it was still raining in the valley. In the sound of the rain, there seemed to be the roar of wild animals, and the only ring spirit that relied on lost his temper.

She bit her lip and cried aggrievedly.

"Whoa, brother Leng, where are you? I miss you so much!"

Where is Siru?
She and Leng Yixin returned to the Leng family in Xizhou. As the most talented descendant of the Leng family and the default candidate for the next head of the family, Leng Lingfeng is even very likely to ascend to the Nine Heavens in tens of thousands of years in the Jiuzhou Continent. Become a fairy.

Received a grand welcome.

The Patriarch is serious, but from his eyes, he can see his satisfaction with his son.

After dinner, Siru went to the study with the Patriarch, and the Patriarch asked with a serious expression, "Why didn't you notify the family in advance when you're going home this time?"

Kind of weird.

Could it be that he encountered some trouble, or made an important discovery?

He guessed right.

Siru nodded, "I have something I want to discuss with my father."

Patriarch: "What's the matter?"

With such a serious tone, did something really happen?
Siru then said: "Although the Leng family is powerful in Xizhou, it is inevitable that they will encounter more powerful ones. I have practiced outside, and I have also obtained some excellent exercises. I hope, father, that you can let the children of the clan practice. The entire Leng family has gained new strength."

Patriarch: "..."

He is shocked.

He knew that this talented son had some cards, but he didn't expect that Ling Feng...was willing to share them.

No.

But no monk would be so generous.

"Ling Feng, are you serious?"

Siru said affirmatively: "The Leng family is my home, and I have the responsibility to protect it. If the relatives in the family are no longer there, it will be regarded as longevity. What's the point of being alone." She looked at the head of the family, "Father, I am actually a family-loving, Someone with a sense of family honor."

The Patriarch lowered his eyes.

Although he is his own son, emotionally speaking, he should not refute.

But objectively...

Well, the son's temper is too cold to show his concern for the family.

Thinking of this, the head of the family wanted to shed tears from his old father. It turned out that there was a fiery heart in the chest of his cold-hearted son.

"well!"

"The descendants of my Leng family should be like this!"

"but--"

He looked at Siru: "The family has to select some talented and loyal children."

Siru: "Father decides."

Although the Leng family is well-known in the mainland, there are always some disharmonious factors in any big family.

Just sauce.

The exercises that Leng Lingfeng obtained through countless brushes with the god of death through untold hardships were unceremoniously dedicated to the family by Siru.

He doesn't really love his family that much.

Under the halo of He Wushuang's powerful heroine, he felt that the Leng family was annoying.

not good.

Inequality.

There is no fair way to treat every descendant of the Leng family.

Even if he was killed by the gang of villains who targeted He Wushuang's wealth, he just frowned and was fine.

On the contrary, it was the younger sister, Leng Jianian, who was crying uncontrollably.

Until the end, He Wushuang flew up, and he was left behind, haunted by demons, and could only stay in the Jiuzhou Continent forever waiting for the day of his fall.

Day after day, I was stared at by my little sister with resentful and mocking eyes.

Leng Lingfeng regretted it a little.

But obviously, He Wushuang is still the most important thing in his heart, and he doesn't think that the extermination of the Leng family has anything to do with her.

Otherwise, Siru would not have helped her become a god.

(End of this chapter)