When Tang Xuan said these words in his unique poetic pronunciation, Feng Qinglang felt very uncomfortable. This was indeed Tang Rui's way of speaking.

Tang Xuan couldn't help laughing and said: "Hey, Qinglang, don't act like I'm so sorry for you! Well, her original words were, 'Everyone has to pay the price for their own destiny, but friendship can be the tipping balance of fate.

weight!', she suggested that I must ensure that your

Ping An, even if I pay my own life, it doesn't matter if a depraved young master of the Tang family like me dies. If I can use my death to exchange for a peaceful Feng Qinglang to return to the Di Dynasty and wash away the dust there again, that would be great

A good deal…”

As he spoke, he noticed from the lake that Feng Qinglang's dejected expression had appeared on his face, and he couldn't help complaining: "Hey, do you think she is my biological sister? Every time I talk to her, whether it's a letter or not,

, it’s still the interview in my memory, she always hoped that I would die quickly, if my death had such a little value, then it would be completely perfect.”

Feng Qinglang sighed with Tang Xuan. The eldest lady of the Tang family in her memory also inherited the best bloodline of the Tang family, but she had a crazy side in her heart. She vowed to restore the glory of the Tang family and was very disdainful of the fall of her brother Tang Xuan.

The obsession of vowing to restore glory became the shackles of Tang Rui in the first half of her life, but it also became the motivation for her to move forward!

He could only comfort him: "If it weren't for her existence, I'm afraid the pressure on your shoulders would have crushed you long ago..."

Tang Xuan nodded with deep understanding. He pointed to the pine trees on the other side and commented: "Tang Rui is like the tallest pine tree. It is indeed the most emerald scenery in this area..."

Then, he couldn't help but add: "But just like that, she shouldn't have any delusions that it can change the entire snow-white winter that is about to come."

Tang Xuan looked far away, and saw that the dark clouds that represented his existence had reached the end of the horizon. The windy thick clouds must have rolled, frightening many people and flowers along the way. He slowly stood up and threw the cigarette butt to

On the withered grass, he crushed it with his leather boots and said: "My storm barrier has reached the critical point. Tell me, bastard Qinglang, what do you want to do this time?"

Feng Qinglang said: "Create the illusion that I have arrived in the Northern Kingdom. I want to perform undead rituals and aspire to become a high-level undead demon... Don't use such strange eyes. It's just an illusion. I'm afraid I will still have to stay here in the next two years or so."

Stay in Zhuri District.”

"I understand, leave it to me!"

Tang Xuan was waiting for the extremely powerful wind to rise into the sky and catch up with his own storm law, but Feng Qinglang suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

"Um?"

"Is she okay?"

Tang Xuan couldn't help but smile playfully and said: "My sister Tang Rui? She's very good. I still miss you very much. But I'm too stubborn about the surname Tang itself. Didn't I tell you just now?"

"I know!" The smile on Feng Qinglang's face turned a little bitter.

Tang Xuan suddenly realized: "Oh, you are talking about the genius girl Anu of the Dragon Clan. She is also very good. She is the most radiant star in the Dragon Clan. Her pursuers are like gravel by the lake. I don't know how many, but she

You’re still single, young man, if you work hard, you’ll still have a chance to come back!”

Anu is living a good life and will release his own light. Feng Qinglang is not surprised at all, but what he wants to ask is another person. The arc of his wry smile becomes wider: "So, where is she?"

"Isn't that stormy night, isn't it unforgettable enough? Isn't she betraying you, you will fall to such a field? I thought you understand, you have never understood it!" Tang Xuan's voice has not changed, but his feet have taken out a fiercely, but he pulled out his feet.

Numerous crushed stones under the feet seemed to be injected into the soul, and they jumped on the lake, just like a group of shocked deer, all kept bouncing, and stopped on the other side.

"She is now the prince of the Di Dynasty, you're going, idiot!"

Tang Xuan rose into the sky, incorporated into the blue sky, and at the end of the horizon, the group of dark clouds quickly injected new vitality and ran north in the roar.

Feng Qinglang pressed his heart gently, as if doing this, he could make the cold flow over the whole body could not invade there. He remembered an ancient proverb: I missed a lot, and I was always sad.

Daily area, the forest of life.

For ordinary people, this is just an empty and vast forest area with peace and peace, which makes people linger. But for the power of the day -by -day area, this represents a relic of ancient inheritance, a period of forgotten history

The fault is located.

As long as there are hundreds of true martial arts and the power of placement in the altar relics in the center of the forest, you can briefly open the folding space of the forest belonging to life. In the folding space, there are only a small number of high -level Warcraft, and most of the most of the bells are equal.

For the middle and low levels, there are a large number of rare raw materials, and some of its rare ancient martial arts inheritance and the precious props that have lost their craftsmanship.

The most mysterious and weirdness of this folding space is that its restrictions are restricted. Those who are over 25 years old will not enter this space.

Therefore, people generally believe that this is a place of experience of ancient forces. It is mainly open to young people to enter to hone themselves. No matter how powerful the forces are, they can't stand the wind and rain of time.

In the dust of history, even when people can't remember its name, the folding space will undoubtedly become a public property.

Because of the magical things inside, the major forces tend to be ashamed, ignoring the trembling mortality rate, soliciting excellent young people everywhere to enter the folding space, and the conflict and bleeding will naturally spread inside and outside the space.

The forest of life once became smoky ...

It was not until the Shengnan College Alliance took over here that the rules and order gradually established.

The folding space of the forest of life, in general, is only open to the institutions of the league. In the past two decades, it has gradually become an important assessment of the four -year qualifiers of the four -year qualifiers day by day.

The wealth brought out from the folding space from the college students, as well as the amazing growth of the survivors, made the college alliance under pressure, insisting that it continued to become the place where the preliminary competition of the Holy marks contest.

Now, it's time for the assembly.

In the area of ​​the forest of the forest of life, you can usually listen to the harmony and tranquility of nature here. Now you can only hear the boiling human voice and noise.

On the last day of the assembly day, the 377th colleges that are eligible to participate in the daily area have successively reached Qi, filling the green butter grass around the forest.

The registration is almost the deadline, and the Xia madness is still looking around. The dark green virgin forest and the bright wild flowers have made him aesthetically fatigue. What he wants to see is a person. Feng Qinglang has not yet arrived.

The officials of the college alliance again came to urge themselves.

His deputy, Li Ge, had to remind: "When the deadline comes, we will have to give up the sunny weather."

Xia Kuangtu sighed dejectedly: "That's all it can do." But he thought in his heart, without Feng Qinglang, would Mingguang still have a chance to qualify? Maybe the final results would once again become a joke among the schools in Zhuri District.

How many of the young and energetic faces around us can regain the light of day...

When he was in distress, a sharp male voice came into his ears at an inappropriate time: "Old friend of the madman, your hesitant expression is etched on your face, but what troubles have you encountered?"

There was absolutely no comfort in this voice. If the sentence were changed to "Why are you not dead?", I'm afraid it would be more suitable for this sinister tone.

Xia Kuangtu frowned with two thick black eyebrows, and two cold lights that pierced the bone marrow flashed through his eye sockets. He said coldly: "Your Excellency Lin Weiyuan, I can't remember when I climbed up to someone like you."

Friends?"

With such an unceremonious response, the man named Lin Weiyuan seemed to have expected it, and laughed: "Old friend of the Kuangtu, your team has not been wiped out yet, why are you so angry?"

As soon as these words came out, the Mingguang team members who were listening attentively to the conversation between the two suddenly changed their expressions. In the past few days since they were stationed, they had watched the team leaders from the nearby colleges visit and have secret conversations. Only Mingguang rarely paid attention to them.
Chapter completed!