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Thang Long City.

It is the capital of the sixth generation of the Yuntian Empire, Emperor Taizu, who moved from the south to the north and established the capital. Thanglong City has lasted for more than two hundred years in four generations. Since the current emperor ascended the throne, there has been a great deal of construction, renovation, and trade.

Circulation has gradually replaced the original Aolong City in the south and has become the richest city in the Yuntian Empire.

The palace of King Weiyuan is located in the southeast of Thang Long City, at the intersection of East Qinglong Street and South Zhuque Street. This is the wealthy area of ​​Thang Long City. It is built on the Lingshan Mountain of Thang Long City. It is surrounded by Sheshui on both sides. The prince's palace is even more prominent.

The atmosphere is simple and simple.

After entering the Prince's Mansion, Ling Fei was still a little dazed, and after twists and turns, he came to the Young Prince's annex. Chu Mo and others left and went to report today's abnormality to the Prince.

The villa is built on the mountain, close to the water, and the flower beds are tightly clustered, and the fragrance is overflowing. Although it is not big, it has flowers, plants, gardens, mountain views, etc., and the layout is not gorgeous, but it is full of fragrance.

Simple and light, elegant and decent.

Everything here was so unfamiliar. Ling Fei was extremely exhausted, and there was an indescribable sourness in his heart that spread throughout his body and mind.

Who are Ling Fei, Chu Hao, and me?!

Pushing open the door to the room, Ling Fei did not lie down on the bed immediately, but stared at the mirror on the table in the room for a long time, and finally couldn't help but cursed:

"How did my handsome, masculine and charming face, which is popular among thousands of beautiful girls, turn into such a 'treasure' boy!"

Ling Fei was extremely angry, only to realize that what he hated most in the past were these pretty boys, but this prince, Chu Hao, was born to look so annoying!

The emotions I have been suppressing in my heart seem to have found an outlet at this moment and are completely released!

Ling Fei didn't care about anything. He first threw the mirror on the ground and smashed it. Then he picked up everything that could be thrown in the room and vented like crazy.

I don't know how long this venting took, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed panting, pulling on the long lattice of the bed, with bulging veins, and his face was filled with tears of joy or sadness... I'm not dead, I'm not dead

Death... Looking at the mess in the room, Ling Fei wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry loudly, but his throat was extremely hoarse... He thought of many people, many things, two kinds of memories.

, as if they began to slowly merge at this moment... "Little prince, what happened?"

The servants outside the door had long been alarmed by Ling Fei's crazy behavior, but they stood outside the door and no one dared to come in.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Chu Hao screamed in a tearful tone, and the servants outside the door suddenly fled in fear. Finally, Ling Fei's nerves could no longer bear such a load, and he tilted his head and collapsed.

He fell into a deep sleep on the bed... During this sleep, he slept in darkness. In the haze, countless strange and familiar faces appeared, fragmented, but Ling Fei couldn't call out a name... In his previous life,

He was originally an orphan, living in a small county in China. Fortunately, when he was nine years old, he was discovered by Yun You, the head of the Forging Sect, and was accepted as a disciple and brought back to Kong Yushan.

Lingfei has been very rebellious since he was a child. The ups and downs of life have given him a weak but firm heart. The more than ten years on Kong Yushan were the happiest days of his life. However, as a cultivator, he

Without any spiritual roots, if it weren't for the rare talents of weapon casting and fire control, he would have been drowned by the great tide of cultivation without a trace.

Therefore, after cultivating, he became unruly and cynical. At the age of twenty-three, his talent for casting finally emerged in the world of cultivation, and he forged a master-level eighth-grade treasure.

device!

From then on, the name Ling Fei spread throughout the world of cultivation and became the object of worship for countless people of the younger generation. However, God is fair. After he had an honor and reputation that others could not obtain in their lifetime, his cultivation level also declined.

Exposed in front of outsiders. Waste without spiritual roots!

What a sarcastic and harsh title!

Even though there is an endless stream of people in the world of cultivation asking him to make weapons, the discussion behind them has never stopped!

As a result, he began to neglect his job, relying on his talents, having no ties, and living freely every day...until Liu Meier's sword completely woke him up...all of this was because he was hiding his weak heart...

Why can others have spiritual roots, but I can only be a useless weapon refiner... What he wants is not a weapon refiner, but a rising star in cultivation!
Chapter completed!