"Then what do you want me to think of you? You went to great lengths to get close to me just because you fell in love with me at first sight, a girl who is less than fourteen years old? Are you really a fucking pedophile?!"
Mo Wenchen looked at Su Lingfeng with complicated eyes and remained silent. After a while, he sighed softly and said: "You are still too young now. When you grow up, I will tell you some things...
"
Su Lingfeng raised her chin, glanced at Mo Wenchen, and said mockingly: "You also know that I'm still very young?"
Mo Wenchen was silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked in a confused manner: "Feng'er, do you believe in fate?"
"I only believe in myself!" Su Lingfeng said coldly.
"I used to think so too..." Mo Wenchen did not continue. He arranged his clothes, stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Su Lingfeng's head, and said softly: "Feng'er, please learn to trust me.
Okay?"
After Mo Wenchen finished speaking, without waiting for Su Lingfeng's reply, he muttered a spell in his mouth and disappeared quietly from the room...
Su Lingfeng closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, recalling Mo Wenchen's last words before leaving. There seemed to be a hint of pleading in his tone...
Believe it? No! She doesn’t like this ridiculous word. No one in the world is more trustworthy than herself!
The next day, Muda personally brought breakfast to Linfeng Garden where Su Lingfeng lived.
Su Lingfeng looked at the servants filing in with dinner plates. He couldn't help but frown slightly and asked Mu: "Butler Mu Da, does Lingyun City Lord have this formation for every meal?"
Muda was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Of course not, the Lord is actually a very frugal person, but the young lady just came to the house, and the Lord was afraid that the people in the kitchen would not understand the taste of the young lady, so he ordered the kitchen
Please prepare more food for the little lady."
"Oh?" Su Lingfeng raised her eyebrows. Would that cold-faced old man Situ Xiaoshan give such orders to his servants?
"If the young lady feels that it is too wasteful, you can send someone to inform the big kitchen in advance every day to cook the dishes that the young lady likes." Mu Da paused and added: "You can also open a stove in Linfeng Garden, and the ingredients can be used by the servants.
Send it over."
Su Lingfeng nodded: "I understand."
The rich have the capital to waste, so Su Lingfeng would not be too idle to accuse others of wasting food. She just didn't like the feeling of so many people walking in and out in front of her with plates, which made her dizzy.
In the morning, Situ Xiaoshan did not summon Su Lingfeng, and Su Lingfeng did not leave Linfeng Garden. He had been meditating in his room, sensing and absorbing more elemental molecules, and improving his strength.
She didn't like the feeling of being powerless at the mercy of others. Su Lingfeng understood that only when she was strong enough could she be qualified to control her own destiny and not be led by others! In this world where strength is paramount, the strong are respected.
In this time and space, only with strength can you have the capital to speak!
Spiritual arts are different from fighting spirit. The level of fighting spirit can be determined by the form in which it is cast, while the level of a spiritual wizard can be distinguished by the medal issued by the spiritual wizard union.
If a spiritual wizard wears a medal higher than his own level, he will feel dizzy and his limbs will be numb, which will prevent him from casting spiritual spells normally. Therefore, this level cannot be faked to a higher level. Of course, there are also some relatively low-key spiritual wizards who simply do not wear it.