"Yes, I am Ling Chuxi." Ling Chuxi was a little confused, what was her surname Ling, and what did he mean by being surprised, shaking his head, and smiling bitterly.
"Why did you offend that old monster, the Dragon King of the North Sea, let alone us? In this Sea of Death, even those ancient aristocratic families are not willing to offend them." Without giving Ling Chuxi a chance to ask, the old man complained again.
One sentence.
"I don't want to, but if someone wants to kill us, we can't just stretch our necks and wait for him to kill us." Ling Chuxi was not angry and said with a bitter smile. He could see that the old man's eyes were so bright when he said this.
The elders looked at the younger ones with a look that seemed a bit hateful, but in fact they were caring about them, not really complaining.
"Forget it, forget it, things have already come to this, it's too late to say anything, you just need to remember what I say below. I was the master of the Qingyun Shuttle, but recently the family sent someone else to take over.
Because of my position, there is another person in charge.
But don’t worry too much. After all, that person has just taken over and is not familiar with anything. The guards on the Qingyun shuttle are all old guys who have been with me for many years. My words still have some weight. Since I agreed to the Qian family leader to escort you
As soon as we get there, I will not break my promise and will do my best to send you safely to the Zhongtian Territory.
But you should not be too arrogant, tolerate and give in to everything you can, and don't be the first person, otherwise if something happens, I may not be able to help you even if I risk my life," the old man said.
"Okay, let's remember. I don't know what to call senior?" Ling Chuxi heard what the old man said and knew that he was a straightforward person, so she asked as a junior.
"Everyone used to call me Manager Ling, but now I am no longer in charge. You can just call me Uncle Ling, or you can call me Old Man Ling," the old man said.
"Uncle Ling." Ling Chuxi and Lan Xinyu shouted. Only then did Ling Chuxi know why the old man had asked her before that your surname was Ling. It turned out that he was also surnamed Ling, and they were the same family five hundred years ago.
"As long as you understand, go up, we'll leave right away." Ling Bo looked at Ling Chuxi and seemed to be in a trance for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses and waved back.
With a flash of light, the Qingyun Shuttle suspended in mid-air over the sea opened an arch, and Ling Chuxi took Lan Xinyu away with her sword.
"Manager Ling, I leave this matter to you. Great Alchemist Ling has been a life-saving grace to many aristocratic families and thousands of people in our Xiaojingtian. You must not let anything happen to her." The head of the Qian family warned.
"Don't worry, the favor I owe you, the favor the family owes you, even if I risk my life, I will definitely pay it back to you." Uncle Ling didn't say anything more, he just nodded heavily, his words full of wind and frost.
, the face that was as sharp as a knife and an ax was even more expression of absolute despair.
Afterwards, Ling Bo also flew towards Qingyun Shuttle with his sword.
"Wait for me, and me!" Several people entered the Qingyun Shuttle one after another. Several guards were closing the arch when they heard two calls from the cliff.
A young man with a broken arm came to the edge of the cliff at the same time as another young man. The latter was sweating, waving his hands and shouting loudly to Ling Bo.
"Meng Zheng, why is he here?" Ling Chuxi didn't pay attention to the man behind her. She frowned and looked at the young man with a broken arm. Isn't this the young master of the Meng family, Meng Zheng? Why is he here?