The spies who were observing in the dark began to speculate whether Qi Delong's retreat had failed, and then he found out that Zhao Yishan and the others had succeeded, so his face turned so grim
The traitor thought he had guessed the truth. After all, when Qi Delong came out of retreat, the traitors were held back by the people Qi Delong sent to monitor. So when the traitors arrived at Qi Delong's residence, Qi Delong was already in the room receiving the baptism of heaven. The traitors did not find any problem with the sky, so they concluded that Qi Delong's retreat was not successful. In addition, Qi Delong's face was extremely sour when he came out, and even Yang Kun beside him had a sad face, which made the traitors more convinced that Qi Delong's retreat was not successful.
After the traitors had made their own plans, they quietly left Qi Delong's residence.
Only after Qi Delong felt that the traitors had left did he put away the sour face he had just deliberately put on.
Qi Delong stroked his beard, then looked at Yang Kun and smiled smugly...
"Are you saying that Qi Delong did not succeed in his retreat, or that he has reached the tenth level of the Golden Core Stage?"
In Qiankun College, a middle-aged man listened to the news brought back by the traitor with an expressionless face.
"Is the news confirmed?"
"Confirmed! I have inquired many times, and I saw with my own eyes that Qi Delong's face was extremely ugly."
The black figure kneeling in front of the middle-aged man answered, and after seeing the middle-aged man waving his hand, he turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.
The expressionless look on the middle-aged man's face made the beautiful woman who was waiting beside him with her eyes covered by a silk scarf a little impatient.
"snort!"
As soon as the middle-aged man heard the beautiful woman's voice, his previously expressionless face instantly showed a gentle smile, and then he walked towards the beautiful woman.
"Freling, my goddess, what's wrong with you?"
It turns out that the beautiful woman with a silk scarf around her eyes was Freylin Orles.
Frelin Orles gently pushed the middle-aged man's hand away, turned around and leaned against the beauty couch beside her.
"Keidun, you still dare to ask me what's wrong? I was really scared by your expressionless face just now."
After hearing what Freling said, the middle-aged man, Guidong, sat down next to Freling's beauty couch and hugged Freling.
"My beauty, you know I am sincere to you, how could I bear to scare you? I was meeting with my subordinates just now, so of course I had to be serious, otherwise who would listen to me? Don't you think so, my beauty?"
Freling chuckled. Even though he couldn't see her eyes, Keidun knew how beautiful Freling's eyes were when she smiled.
Even though those eyes are called the Eyes of Medusa, they are extremely beautiful eyes. We knew that Medusa herself was a monster famous for her beauty.
Through the scarf, Freling saw Guidong's obsession with her, and although he felt disdainful in his heart, he smiled even more happily.
"Oh! My Keidun! My knight! Are you willing to defeat Zidron for me in the competition?"
Freiling tempted Guidong, making him feel dazed for a moment, and then he nodded repeatedly.
When Freiling saw Guidong nod, he laughed a few more times.
"Dear Guidong, I'm tired. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Of course, my goddess." Guidong gently kissed the back of Freling's hand, then stood up and left the room reluctantly.