"Don't go, I apologize to you the head office?"

Chi Jinghong couldn't help lowering his head, "I'm sorry."

"I think you got it wrong. What's the use of a verbal apology? I want to apologize substantively."

Feng Lin looked back at Chi Jinghong.

"What do you want to do?" Chi Jinghong frowned and asked.

"The first thing is to get revenge, so I won't slap you in the face. I feel distressed and I want to slap your ass."

Feng Lin raised his palm.

"You are dreaming! That is an insult to me, you should slap me in the face!"

Chi Jinghong closed his eyes and stretched out his beautiful face towards the closed forest.

Feng Lin looked at Chi Jinghong's pretty face and swallowed softly.

Afterwards, he squeezed Chi Jinghong's cheek forcefully, "Forget it, it doesn't hurt anyway, it's over."

He jumped down from the window again.

"This time you are also responsible. If you explain on the spot, I will definitely believe you, but you admit it."

Chi Jinghong hugged his arms and said calmly on the side.

"I'm all to blame, right?"

Feng Lin rolled his eyes helplessly and lay down again.

He felt his body roughly, and he was almost recovered.

After so long, I finally entered the realm of Dacheng.

The strong Qi Jin in the body is completely different from tempering.

This is a qualitative improvement.

"This time it was my mistake. I didn't expect Li Hentian to hide so deeply."

Chi Jinghong's voice was a bit heavy.

She wondered whether Li Hentian deliberately attracted her.

I want to pass her and step into the seventh stage of Dacheng.

"Your body doesn't get in the way, right?"

Feng Lin asked, tilting his head.

"I have the protection of my ancestors, and my physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people."

Chi Jinghong explained by the window.

"This soldier is not easy."

Feng Lin stretched out, holding the back of his head and said.

"How do you feel? If you don't need me, I'll go back."

Chi Jinghong needs to prepare.

Li Hentian knows the location of her own ruins.

She was afraid that the other party would go to the ruins to make trouble with the strength of the seventh rank of Dacheng.

"You go back, I can be alone."

Feng Lin waved his hand to Chi Jinghong.

"good."

Before leaving, Chi Jinghong looked back at Feng Lin, "Thank you."

After speaking, she disappeared here.

Feng Lin looked at the window, pondered for a while, and immediately called Ji Guangling.

Let him always pay attention to all parts of China.

I am afraid that those masters of the Shadow Race will cause chaos everywhere.

There is another important thing, Jin Fenghuang should have guessed that he and Chi Jinghong were acting before.

In the future, solving the Tantai family may not be that simple.

...

alliance.

Li Hentian in a suit stepped into the ruins.

The guard next to him is an orc.

It has the ears of a lion.

He looked at Li Hentian, and asked with an annoyed voice: "Who are you?"

"Go and report that the soldier of the Jiuli tribe is here."

Li Hentian showed a calm smile.

"What? Are you a soldier?"

The middle-aged man's face changed in fright, and he quickly took out his cell phone and reported to him.

However, Li Hentian did not wait here.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he walked to the depths of the ruins.

In the center of the Alliance Ruins, Li Hentian spread his wings and flew to a high place.

He clenched his fists, and the power of terror raged across the sky instantly.

Rumble!

The sound resounded through the sky like thunder.

After a few breaths, the many experts of the alliance all approached here.

They looked up at the sky, the kind of terrifying power that made them stay away.

When Li Hentian saw the masters gathered, he retracted his wings and landed on the ground.

He scanned the surroundings, and finally his gaze fell on a few men with long black hair.

"Are you from the Shadow Race?" Li Hentian asked flatly.

"Yes, in Xia Molang, the son of Patriarch Mo Feng."

A black-haired old man looked at Li Hentian blankly.

He is now over a hundred years old, and he usually manages the Shadow Race when Mo Feng goes out.

"I'll tell you something, Mo Feng is dead."

Li Hentian said lightly.

"what?"

The shadow tribe is panicking, but the patriarch is dead?

how is this possible?

Mo Feng is the sixth rank of Dacheng!

As for the other side, there are a group of people who are all blonde, with a bright face.

Their eyes are also golden.

These people are one of the two major races of the Alliance, the Golden Race.

The patriarch is Huang Shuiqu.

He is relatively young, slightly weaker than Mo Feng, but he has also entered the sixth rank of Dacheng.

If Mo Feng is really dead, the alliance belongs to their golden race.

"Soldier! My shadow clan and your Jiuli clan have no grievances and no enmity, what do you mean?"

Mo Lang asked fiercely.

"I saw with my own eyes that in the Fei Xing faction, the Empress and Feng Lin jointly attacked Mo Feng."

Li Hentian spread out his hands indifferently, "Mo Feng and I have known each other, so I will let you know."

"Oh... the Empress and Feng Lin joined forces?"

Among the crowd, Lu Buran in an office uniform smiled and walked up.

She dressed as usual, with high heels, black silk, and the tight-fitting uniform.

Show the plump figure to the fullest.

"Who doesn't know that the female emperor is just using the closed forest, in order to obtain the treasure of the land of aura."

Lu Buran smiled and looked at Li Hentian, "Their cooperation has ended, how can they join forces again?"

"Yes, in the previous cemetery, we saw with our own eyes that the empress snatched Feng Lin's treasure."

A member of the Shadow Race said.

"Their relationship may not be so good, but they are definitely friends."

Li Hentian turned around and explained, "Feng Lin is my common enemy and Mo Feng. When Fei Xing sent us to kill him, the empress was helping Feng Lin."

"Impossible! Patriarch Mo Feng is invincible in the world, how could he die!"

Lu Buran shook his head vigorously.

"Believe it or not, I'm just here to inform."

Li Hentian turned his head blankly, preparing to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, "By the way, the alliance is missing a Dacheng Sixth Tier, and the future is dim."

"What do you mean?"

Huang Shuiqu was still in high spirits, when he heard these words, he immediately asked.

"Mo Feng is dead, the next thing Fenglin has to deal with is your Yellow Water Canal!"

Li Hentian smiled lightly, "Think about it."

After speaking, Li Hentian left here.

Mo Lang's eyes were uncertain.

He suddenly stared at Lu Buchen, and said gloomily: "If my father is really attacked to death by Feng Lin, I want you ghosts to be buried with you!"

"Mr. Mo Lang, what does this have to do with us?" Lu Buran said aggrievedly.

"Don't pretend to be a fox in front of me! Feng Lin is your daughter's fiancé, of course you have to take responsibility!"

Mo Lang turned around and said, "Not only that, but I also want to inform masters from all over the world to use the residents of hundreds of cities to bury my father!"

"Mo Lang! Don't be dazzled by anger, investigate it first!"

Huang Shuiqu came out and said.

"You don't need to remind!"

Mo Lang snorted coldly, took out his phone, and walked to the depths of the ruins.