"What advice do you have for the protector?" Ling Yan asked.
Xuefu frowned, his expression a little complicated, and he said after a moment of silence: "Now the situation in the Central Continent is dangerous, and the Holy Master wants to control the overall situation. If Young Master Ling can make the Holy Lord happy, it will be the best, and I will wait." I will thank Mr. Ling."
Seeing that Ye Qingtang had been in contact with Lingyan a lot recently, Xue Fu thought that Ye Qingtang might need to "vent".
Ling Yan looked at Xue Fuyu's earnest and pointed expression, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile.
"I will serve the Lord wholeheartedly."
serve
Xuefu nodded silently.
Lingyan's status as "male favourite" has become more and more solid.
In the room, Ye Qingtang was taking out the Magical Artifacts of the Lord of Shadows and inspecting them one by one. He found seven or eight rings, but he didn't know which one was the Nether Ring that the Red Alliance wanted.
Lingyan pushed open the door, but before he could enter, Ye Qingtang rushed up, quickly grabbed him into the room, and closed the door tightly with a slam.
Blood floating outside the room: "..."
Holy Lord, take care of your health!
"You came just in time, people from the Red League came just now..." Ye Qingtang told Lingyan everything about just now.
"Miss Ye is looking for the Nether Ring?" Ling Yan asked, looking at the rings in front of Ye Qingtang.
Ye Qingtang nodded.
"Do you know what a ghost ring looks like?"
Ye Qingtang always felt that there was nothing in the world that Lingyan didn't know about.
Lingyan said: "I know."
Ye Qingtang was overjoyed.
"That's right, help me find out which one of these is the Nether Ring."
Lingyan scanned around again and said, "Congratulations, Miss Ye."
"Um?"
"The rings inside are all extremely rare instruments." Ling Yan said.
"I know, I'm asking you which Nether Ring is."
"No."
"What?" Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback.
Ling Yan said: "There is no Nether Ring here."
Ye Qingtang: "..."
In an instant, Ye Qingtang completely wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"You said here, there is no ghost ring?"
Ling Yan nodded, "The death energy on the Nether Ring is extremely strong, and if you touch it a little, you will feel a strong chill."
Lingyan said, and put those rings on Ye Qingtang's hands one by one, so that Ye Qingtang could feel them for himself.
Sure enough, none of them agreed with the special Nether Ring.
"There is no Nether Ring..." Ye Qingtang's head hurt a little.
"If you want to come to the Nether Ring, it is very likely that it was taken away by the Shadow Lord." Lingyan said.
Ye Qingtang rested her chin on one hand and sighed. She originally wanted to throw this hot potato to Chimeng earlier, and was waiting for an opportunity to provoke the relationship between Chimeng and the ancient You clan, but now...
With the Nether Ring gone, Chimeng might not give up easily.
Lingyan looked at Ye Qingtang's appearance, and was about to speak, but Ye Qingtang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Lingyan with red eyes.
Stared at by Ye Qingtang's big bright eyes, Lingyan couldn't help laughing.
"Miss Ye, if you look at me like this again, I won't be able to hold back anymore."
Ye Qingtang couldn't care less about the weirdness in Lingyan's words at the moment, she suddenly grabbed Lingyan's hand and said, "Do you know what the Nether Ring looks like?"
Ling Yan looked at his grasped hand and nodded silently.
"Draw it, you draw it right away." Ye Qingtang pulled Ling Yan to the table, pressed Ling Yan down without any explanation, and handed over the pen and paper.