Xun'er's eyes suddenly opened wide, with a bright luster, and he nodded vigorously: "Yeah, yeah, master is so smart!"

The sword dragon looked at this scene below, feeling very unhappy. He raised his fat black cat claws and said, "Hey! What are you plotting against? Don't teach the children badly!"

Ling Luo sat near Xuanyuan Yu, heard his plan clearly, looked at him in surprise, and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

A trace of evil light flashed through Xuanyuan Yu's beautiful peach blossom eyes, and a devilish smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Luoer, don't you want to know how many of the guests today have offended you and deal with it once and for all?"

Ling Luo narrowed his bright beautiful eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and said, "Okay, as you said, I will repay the revenge at one time, once and for all."

"Heiyu, I'll leave it to you." Xuanyuan Yu gave his pet an orderly look.

"I! Don't exclude me!" Jianlong raised his black cat's claws and protested sharply.

Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Jianlong lightly and said, "No, you are too impulsive and you are prone to bad things."

"I promise! There will be no bad things!" Jianlong can never stand the loneliness. "I am obediently serving Xun'er as a mount, and I will not do anything."

A certain bastard dragon pointed at the sky and slapped his chest and promised repeatedly: "I swear that if I do something random, I will hit the sky with thunder."

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes like a black hole, staring at the Jianlong tightly, and then said, "Your deity has lived for tens of thousands of years. I wonder how many times have you experienced the heavenly tribulation. Are you afraid of thunder? "

“Oh…”

The lie was exposed, and a big "囧" character condensed on the face of the bastard dragon.

Well, he admitted that he had experienced dozens of thunder strikes, and his body had already been struck by thunder.

*.*.*.*.*.*

At the same time, in the front yard of General Ling's Mansion.

Ling Zhan stood in the mourning hall, his eyes full of grief, and he looked at the guests gathered in the audience, feeling very excited.

"Today, I am very sad. I want to attend the funeral of my husband's favorite granddaughter, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man." As he said that, the corners of Ling Zhan's eyes were wet. Under the glass lamp of eternal light, the corners of wrinkled eyes were faintly shining with a crystal luster.

"But! I am very happy today!" Ling Zhan took a deep breath and said, "My granddaughter Ling Luo, the youngest and most outstanding alchemist in our Xijiu Kingdom, was buried proudly today. There are so many guests coming to deliver the spirits. It is my honor! Ling Luo's honor! The honor of the entire Ling clan!"

Among the guests standing in the audience, some were already wiping their tears secretly.

These include people from the Mu clan, as well as classmates from Jiulan Academy who have gotten along well with Ling Luo.

"Today! It's the seventh year of my granddaughter. My soul is back and crossing the other side." Ling Zhan was wearing white clothes, waved his hand, and his expression showed the style of a general. He raised his head, one hand to the endless sky, his voice a little hoarse, "On the day of today's festival, I will ask the ghosts and gods of the sky why I took away such an excellent granddaughter!"

The princes, grandchildren and nobles who came to worship all raised their heads in surprise.

What does this old general want to do?

Ask the ghosts and gods of heaven with the body of a mortal?
Chapter completed!