"Now we're waiting for the ancient You clan to make a cocoon. Even if the Chimeng League doesn't want to intervene, I'm afraid they won't be able to tolerate the ancient You clan who robbed them and fooled them." Thinking of this, Ye Qingtang felt happy.
She could vaguely feel Lingyan's joyful feeling of being able to turn everything around him into pawns just by using strategies.
"You've worked hard these days." Ye Qingtang looked at Lingyan.
The making of the fake Nether Ring is really complicated, even if she is watching it, she feels cumbersome and tiring.
Ling Yan smiled slightly and said: "For Miss Ye, no matter how tired I am, I will be happy."
Ye Qingtang: "..."
Why is this saying a bit wrong
"Miss Ye, I'm still a little tired, can I let me rest for a while?" Ling Yan said suddenly.
Ye Qingtang nodded, and was about to open the door for him to go back to his room to rest.
I saw Lingyan lying on the bed that would belong to her naturally, and fell asleep.
"..." Ye Qingtang.
no…
She meant to say, let him go back to his room to sleep!
But looking at Ling Yan's face that seemed to be falling asleep, Ye Qingtang couldn't bear to disturb him.
He could only let him sleep here, while he hugged the little white tiger and lay down on the soft couch beside him to rest.
That night, the story of "male favourite" Lingyan spending the night in the Holy Master's room quickly spread throughout the Shadow Temple.
On the other side, Elder Mo, who was delighted with the magic weapon, immediately sent the Nether Ring to the place where the patriarch was.
As soon as Elder Mo left, the travel-stained blood floated outside the canyon of the ancient You clan.
As soon as the guards outside the canyon saw the blood coming, they immediately reported to the deacon.
The deacon immediately brought people to the outside of the valley, seeing the blood floating in front of his eyes that had been robbed by him not long ago, the arrogance of the deacon was soaring to the extreme.
"Isn't this the Blood Floating Guardian of the Shadow Temple? Why did you come to the territory of the ancient Youshi clan today? Why... Could it be that you haven't been scared before? Today you came here to die again?" the deacon said arrogantly.
Xuefu looked at the deacon coldly and said coldly:
"Come here today, just to tell you one thing."
"Oh? What's the matter?" The deacon perfunctorily picked out his ears.
"You snatched a batch of magic weapons that I escorted that day." Xue Fu said.
"Yes, we robbed it." The deacon said proudly.
"That batch of magic weapons, what the Red League wants, was my Palace Master who asked me to send them to the Red League that day." Xuefu said again.
The deacon didn't listen very carefully and smiled: "I don't care who you send it to. Now that thing is our Youshigu..."
The deacon was still complacent, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Who do you think wanted those things?" The deacon's face changed slightly, and he asked again.
"Red Alliance." Xuefu said coldly.
The deacon's face darkened instantly.
"You mean the Red League of the second domain?"
"Yes." Xuefu nodded, and then said without waiting for the deacon to open his mouth: "Leaving aside the grievances between the ancient You clan and my Shadow Temple, the Nether Ring and other magic weapons will be sent to the Red League. Three days later , I am from the people of the Red League, and I came together to ask how the ancient You clan makes a decision, and I will think about it myself."
The moment the voice fell to the ground, Xuefu didn't say anything more, turned around and left.
He believed that the ancient You clan was not stupid enough to provoke the forces of the second domain.
However, as soon as Xuefu left, the deacon's face became extremely dark.
Nether Ring, is it something from the Red Alliance? ! !