When the young master of the Sea Clan was chatting with Mr. Wen Renbai, the person in charge of the mission hall, he had already heard the other person's name.
Xiaoling curled her lips and said, "What's the name of your little junior sister?"
"Oh, my junior sister's maiden name is Ling Luo." Fu Dong's attitude was quite polite. The most important thing was that he really didn't want to start a head-on conflict with the powerful Holy Water Hall disciple in front of him.
"Ling Luo~~" Xiaoling raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes like the deep sea, and raised the corners of her lips in a meaningful arc, "So your name is Ling Luo."
As soon as his name came out of this mermaid man's mouth, Ling Luo felt a layer of white hair suddenly forming on his back.
"What...what?" A bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.
A big smile suddenly appeared on Xiaoling's face and she said: "I have decided to launch a war against your Holy Fire Church in the name of the Holy Water Church!"
The faces of the six disciples of the Holy Fire Hall, headed by Fu Dong, all darkened at the same time.
"Master Xiaoling..." A trace of cold sweat broke out on Fu Dong's forehead.
Although the six of them have just retreated to refine some source stones and have improved a bit in their cultivation, they are not yet advanced enough to compete with the Holy Water Hall.
"The bet for the battle is fifty high-level Origin Stones." Xiao Ling's eyes, which were like the deep sea, narrowed dangerously, and the corners of her lips parted, revealing two rows of slightly sharp, white teeth.
"I heard that your Holy Fire Hall just made a huge fortune from the other five halls with hundreds of kilograms of spiritual grain, and obtained a lot of high-level source stones. The Holy Water Hall suffered a lot just for such a small amount of spiritual grain.
It’s a small loss. If you lose, return the fifty high-level Origin Stones to the Holy Assembly Hall!”
The faces of the six disciples of the Holy Fire Hall were getting more and more ugly, and they could no longer be darker.
A bet of fifty high-level Origin Stones at once? This is a bit too big!
The Holy Fire Hall has just recovered and improved its strength with those batches of Origin Stones. Will it be plundered again in the blink of an eye?
As the eldest disciple of the Holy Fire Hall, Fu Dong took the initiative to negotiate with Xiaoling: "Fifty high-level source stones are too many, and we, the Holy Fire Hall, will not accept them."
Xiaoling raised her eyebrows, with a sneer on her lips, and said: "Or, I'll change the bet, and you can choose one of the two."
"What bet?" Fu Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of hope.
Xiaoling's meaningful eyes fell on Ling Luo, and the corners of her lips curled up with a touch of teasing, and she said: "If your Holy Fire Hall loses, make Ling Luo my slave for the rest of your life!"
He just wants to punish her and take revenge on her!
Ling Luo's face froze. Under her long sleeves, a pair of fists were slowly clenched, and her beautiful eyes were full of fear.
slave?
What a huge humiliation!
Slaves are the most humble and low-level existence in Tianyuan Continent. Once they become slaves, they will never have the chance to leave them for life!
For example, Jingying was born a slave. Although she was promoted to a second-grade female officer in the future, she was still a slave. So even if Xuanyuan Yangyue killed her with her own hands, she could still get away with it smoothly.
In other words, as long as she is unfortunate enough to be Xiao Ling's slave, even if Xiao Ling is in a bad mood and kills her, he will not break any laws.
"That's impossible!" Fu Dong rejected Xiaoling's second bet proposal without hesitation, "Junior sister is an important member of our Holy Fire Hall, and there is absolutely no way she will be a slave to anyone!"