Wei Feng kissed Jia Lan's forehead lightly. During the days when Ling Luocheng was in the poisonous fog forest, Jia Lan was trembling, fearing that the breath of her and her friends would be discovered, so she did not dare to rest or meditate all day and night. After a few days, she had already overdrawn her energy and was now in a deep sleep.

Because she knew that Wei Feng had enough ability to protect herself, she was extremely safe by his side.

Wei Feng slowly placed her on the bed and covered her with a velvet quilt. Jia Lan showed her unmodified and beautiful beauty in front of her. Wei Feng's heart moved, and infinite pampering and love poured out from the softest part of her heart.

"Okay, I'll have plenty of time to watch in the future!" Wei Yang felt very uncomfortable and quickly said, "That big worship is coming."

"Then let him wait." Wei Feng didn't even raise his eyes, until Jia Lan turned over and fell asleep, then slowly stood up. Her long silver hair was gently raised behind her head, extremely elegant and elegant, and out of the world.

Silver and white moonlight shone on the earth. Ling Luocheng's black wings took him along the familiar breath to the outside of Valentil's city, but he did not go directly into the city and went to Jialan's shop. Instead, he stood on the bell tower outside the city, activated his magic, and shouted loudly: "Lan'er--"

Only those above level ninety can feel such magical messages, and others sound just some harsh notes. Therefore, the tranquility of Valentil City was not broken.

But Wei Feng, Wei Yang, and in the square, the depressed Tangtang and the sleeping Jia Ninger heard it clearly.

Jia Ning'er was shocked. Just as she was about to push the door out, Tangtang rushed in.

"What's wrong? Tangtang!"

"Aunt Ning'er, it's okay. It's my mother's former friend, who came to find her." Although Tangtang was confused about Ling Luocheng and Jialan's affairs, she knew very well that no matter what Ling Luocheng did, Wei Feng and Wei Yang were there, there was no need to worry about anything.

But such a loud noise must be heard by a higher-level person. Afraid of causing chaos, Tangtang quickly came to Jia Ning'er's room to comfort her.

"What I'm worried about is the people in the Poison Mist Forest." Jia Ning'er frowned slightly, "All people naturally can't feel such a big noise, but the powerful man in the Poison Mist Forest can definitely feel it. Once he knows, Ling Luocheng comes back here and then two more gods appear here, I think it will definitely cause an uproar!"

Tangtang was startled and immediately released his mental power, desperately exploring the surroundings, especially in the forest, but did not notice any special situation. The forest was still as quiet as before, as if the entire town was shrouded in huge barriers, and no sound could be penetrated.

"It seems... someone has set up a barrier!" Tangtang said, "The whole city is controlled, so it should be no problem."

"That's good." Jia Ning'er breathed a sigh of relief, and Tangtang quickly jumped onto her bed.

"Anyway, my mother has already fallen asleep today, so I'll squeeze in with my aunt!"

The abandoned bell tower outside the city is said to be built by a powerful man here when the Poison Mist Forest first existed. The bell tower was to monitor the high-level monsters in the forest.

And now, Ling Luocheng is standing here, he knows that Jia Lan will not come. No matter what man makes her so moved, he should not let a woman come forward. This is a matter between men.

Looking at the silver moonlight, he couldn't help but remember the scene of Jia Lan in the Water Temple when he was young.

He was amazed at the similarity between Jialan and the priest, and it was simply carved from the same mold. Anyone who saw it knew the relationship between the two. However, the priest never wanted to say more, or even look at this poor child.

I remember once, Jia Lan completed the sacrifice alone in the underground palace of the dark Water Temple. Without fighting spirit or magic, she walked into the underground palace with only a bamboo sword in her hand. He was secretly protecting her.

During the battle, Jia Lan, who was only ten years old, was injured. Although she bit her lips tightly and did not cry, her helpless eyes made anyone feel sad. He had no choice but to save her, but was punished by the sacrificial priest and detained for five days.

It was in an empty room, with a diamond-shaped iron box hanging from the ceiling. Ling Luocheng was thrown into the iron box, neither standing nor sitting. The box was swinging back and forth in the air, and he suddenly lost his sense of direction and unprecedented fear.

Jialan, holding her tired body, held the iron box tightly and kept it moving as much as possible. The two chatted in the room all night until Jialan fell asleep.

From then on, Ling Luocheng made up his mind to protect this girl, no matter what method she used to make her a strong man and become the invisible person behind her.

A powerful elemental fluctuation interrupted his memories, and under the silver moonlight, two figures came gracefully.

Without wings, and even without any flight assistance from Dou Qi, he just moved to control the wind. The two figures, one black and one white, were extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Ling Luocheng.

The man in black stood in front, with a arrogant and domineering look on his face. Although he was also a proud and arrogant face, he looked extremely cruel. Especially his black eyes, like ink, and was bottomless, as if everything could be seen through. A dark trident in his hand was held vertically behind his back, and a faint black light oozed out. Ling Luocheng was surprised. It was obviously a legendary super artifact.

That is the existence that surpasses all weapons. On the entire continent, the artifact he has seen is just a staff that Jia Lan's mother, the former priest of the Water Temple, and the Thunder Blade that Jia Lan often uses. Here, he actually saw the legendary super artifact!

It can be seen that the man in black opposite is not ordinary strong.

Ling Luocheng looked at the man in white again. His handsome cheeks were like the man in black, but he smiled slightly, as if all the troubles in the world could be resolved on him. His smile seemed to have the magic to purify people's hearts. The pure white eyes did not have a trace of impurities, but it was also impossible to see through.

He had no weapons in his hand, and stood with his hands behind his back, floating in the air with the wind, but there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit. His silver hair rose with the wind, and his silk was not messy at all, looking so elegant and graceful.

"Who are you?" Ling Luocheng looked at the two of them suspiciously, "Where is Lan'er?"

Wei Feng stepped forward: "I should ask you, who are you? What are you doing with my princess?"
Chapter completed!