LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Zhong Qing quietly watched Xiao Wangyun leave.

After confirming that the other person was no longer there, she tried to call the system.

Unexpectedly, the system actually answered.

It seems that he is really happy.

Zhong Qing asked, "How much time do I have?"

The system was silent for a while, and said, "The sooner the better."

"knew."

On the other side, Xiao Wangyun walked out in a good mood under the eyes of Suzerain Ling Xiaozi who was shocked and congratulated.

Halfway through the journey, there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

He paused.

Xiao Wangyun looked up at the cloudless sky, and couldn't see any shadows at all.

Not far away, the disciples of Lingxiao Daozong, as if they hadn't heard the thunder at all, were still doing their own things.

Xiao Wangyun's expression turned cold, he spread his hand, and the thin red line became more and more colorful, and the length was already close to half of the middle finger.

He withdrew his hand, looked at the sky coldly, turned around and went to Linxian Peak without saying anything.

No matter what happens at that time, right now, he just wants to be with his Jinghong, well, together.

It's just that Xiao Wangyun failed to return to Linxian Peak.

Thinking over the cliff.

It is bitterly cold here all year round, there are no green trees and clear springs, but only endless cold winds.

Dugu Zhuo practiced his sword day after day on the top of the cliff.

The disciples who came with him tried their best to stay in a place where the cold wind was less, and they just waited for the time to pass every day until the three-year term expired.

On this day, Dugu Zhuo was still practicing the most basic kendo, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind:

"The basics are good."

He made a move.

This Siguoya suzerain once had a decree that idlers are not allowed to enter.

Of course, what surprised him the most was that the voice was very familiar.

He stopped and looked at the man in white standing behind him in shock.

"Disciple pays homage to Linxian Zhenjun!" Dugu Zhuo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and saluted Xiao Wangyun.

The other party didn't respond, just looked at him coldly.

"Do you want to compete?"

Contest?

wish for it!

Dugu Zhuo didn't have the mood to care about the fact that True Lord Linxian seemed to be a little bit wrong in front of him, and he was immersed in the excitement that True Lord Linxian was willing to guide him.

A quarter of an hour later, Dugu Zhuo, who was lying on the ground exhausted, watched Zhenjun Linxian leave without hesitation, feeling very puzzled in his heart.

This kind of thing happens in many places.

Whether it is the elders who usually retreat, or the disciples with outstanding talents in the way of swordsman, they have all received an "invitation" from Linxian Zhenjun for no reason.

Although the final result was nothing more than powerless to fight back, lying on the ground in embarrassment and unable to move, but these people were still excited--fighting against a strong person of this level has benefited a lot!

The last place Xiao Wangyun went to was Linxian Peak.

Zhong Qing waited for him at the top of Linxian Peak for many days.

When she saw him, there was no surprise on her face.

"Who are you?" "Xiao Wangyun" held the sword with a cold expression, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

Zhong Qing shook her right hand slightly, and a radiant mausoleum appeared around her: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I am strong."

"Xiao Wangyun" eyes lit up.

Before Xiao Wangyun came back, Zhong Qing knew that something happened to him again.

These days, his abnormality was well known to both of them, but no one pointed it out.

Zhong Qing had something on his mind, Xiao Wangyun didn't want to make her worry.

But when Zhong Qing saw Xiao Wangyun coming with a sword like this, he suddenly understood in his heart.

The time has come.

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