"Injustice..." Wei Feng sighed softly. As the God King, he couldn't tell that Ling Luocheng was already strong on the outside and the middle, and the vitality in his body seemed to be constantly consumed. In his opinion, the reason why Ling Luocheng led so many worshippers to receive baptism was on the one hand to strengthen the team of the Dark Temple. On the other hand, Ling Luocheng's vitality was about to be exhausted and he had to receive new baptisms to supplement it.

This is why, he looks sick and pale.

Wei Feng didn't say much and turned around and left. Wei Yang raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Follow it, I have a wish."

The three of them floated towards the inconspicuous store opposite the small square. After passing the slightly trembling willow branches, they walked into Jialan's room window.

The small room suddenly seemed crowded, and the peerless face that was still sleeping on the bed was so harmless and innocent, so innocent that people and animals could not bear to be blasphemous, with a smile from the heart.

Wei Yang left with a tactful look. Wei Feng flashed and sat down on the chaise long at the end of the bed, staring at the pure and beautiful woman on the bed with white eyes.

Ling Luocheng did not shy away from his love for Jialan, staring at the person on the bed, gently holding her hand, feeling her warmth.

"Don't worry, she can't hear any sound." Wei Feng whispered, "No one can break the barrier I set up."

"I don't know why, I've been with her for more than ten years, but it seems that she has changed overnight. She has become disagreeable, independent and cold, completely different from the little girl I knew before, who only had a whimpering and crying in front of the master." Although Ling Luocheng's words were said to Jialan, he asked Xiang Weifeng. He knew that he was a god and naturally knew everything.

"It's a long story, but Lan'er was not the same as Jia Lan you knew. Her uniqueness is because she comes from other worlds." Wei Feng said coldly.

Ling Luocheng's body trembled: "I thought that only after suffering in the Jia family would cause her mind to change! So where is the original Jialan?"

"It's dead." Wei Feng said, "That Jialan has died in the neglect of the Jia family. Maybe it's bullied to death, or maybe it's exhausted by the neglect of others. In short, her soul has disappeared into this world."

"Have you lost your soul?" Ling Luocheng felt a pain in his heart. It turned out that he was just a big mistake. The woman he always thought he loved the most was just a stranger who was facing her skin. The softest figure in his heart might have lost her soul and disappeared somewhere.

"That won't be. Maybe you will go back to see her soon." Wei Feng smiled coldly. Although he had heard of this great sacrifice for a long time, he knew more about him helping the evildoer. Now it seems that he is actually a person with deep love.

"Can you see that I'm dying?"

"What is the final mission for the Dark Temple to give you?" Wei Feng asked, "I think it must be very difficult. It is probably a mission to fight to the death, right?"

"That's true." Ling Luocheng sat dejectedly beside the bed, still holding Jia Lan's hand. "I don't plan to complete it anyway. I don't plan to become a puppet or a chess piece anymore. It's okay to tell you. He asked me to assassinate the successor to the Northern Kingdom's Supreme Emperor - Xiong Wang Songtao."

"Sure enough, is it because the recent activities in the Hall of Holy Ming are too frequent?" Wei Feng frowned slightly. After all, the head of the Hall of Holy Ming is his beloved woman, and he does not want any accidents to happen.

"Well, he has noticed the recent turmoil in the Hall of Holy Ming. It seems that the senior leaders have changed. So he asked me to go and inquire and kill their leaders if necessary." Ling Luocheng said.

"If you can't complete this task, how will he treat you?"

"I will definitely die." Ling Luocheng looked calm and wry, "I was already suspected of my plan in Donghai Kingdom last time was destroyed by Lan'er, but because I was baptized, he still asked me to complete this task. For a strong man like the Bear King, I must fight to the death."

Wei Feng smiled slightly: "Do you know who the Lord of the Holy Ming Palace is?"

"Isn't it Bear King Songtao?" Ling Luocheng's body shook.

"Of course not. I assert that you cannot complete this task because you will never take action." Wei Feng smiled, "Shengming Palace, that's Lan'er's property."

Ling Luocheng was surprised again and said, "How could it be! The history of the Shengming Palace is so long, but Lan'er is only twenty years old..."

"Otherwise, how can you explain that her strength has improved by leaps and bounds, it is no less than you now." Wei Feng still smiled, and a smile like the wind cleansed Ling Luocheng's heart.

Ling Luocheng sat dejectedly on the bed, and all hopes were shattered. Although this Lan'er was not the one who was the one who was not the other, he could not take action in his face, so his way out was very obvious now. He either killed Jia Lan or was chased to death by the Dark Temple!

But he didn't hesitate for half a minute and shook his head resolutely: "I won't attack Lan'er."

"I know." Wei Feng remained silent, but his tone became much deeper, "What? Are you willing to be chased?"

"What should you do if you want me?" Ling Luocheng said: "I won't attack Lan'er, so I will naturally go back and get my death."

"Isn't it a waste to be sentenced to death with all my skills?" Wei Feng smiled indifferently.

"Do you want to?" Ling Luocheng smiled bitterly, "I am very happy, but will you be willing to have my mark in Lan'er's soul forever?"

Wei Feng spread his hands and looked indifferent: "As long as the mark I made is deeper than you, that's fine."

"For me, that is the most perfect way out." Ling Luocheng didn't say much, and a dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the chilling light splashed straight towards Jia Lan's eyebrows.

Because of the barrier released by Wei Feng, Jia Lan had no ability to resist and was still asleep with peace of mind.

Wei Feng unexpectedly did not move, and still stared at the two of them calmly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if the tip of the dagger was aimed at his woman, and it looked extremely strange.

The tip of the dagger gently pointed it at the center of Jialan's eyebrows, depicting a very small pattern, but no blood flowed out at all. At first glance, it looked like a pattern was drawn with a stroke.

When a slight light still oozed out of Jia Lan's forehead, Ling Luocheng decisively cut a bright red hole in his wrist, and blood gushed out, flowing into Jia Lan's eyebrows along his slender fingertips.
Chapter completed!