"Then I'll let you fly, right?" Three black lines were drawn on the dragon's head.
Black Feather nodded and responded with a sweet voice: "Yes."
The cheap dragon suddenly had the urge to hit his head on the ground.
There was a "bang" sound.
Under a cloud of black-gold smoke, Black Feather's body became one foot in size.
Yingyang Street is a narrow place, so she still pays attention to the size of her body.
"Hey, hey, my God, look at how big the Nether Messenger has become. It's really scary!"
"Yes, they are really the Nether Messengers. They are all dead! They are souls! They are ghosts!"
"God, we collectively saw a ghost!"
"By the way, the pig-like cat I just saw Miss Ling San's daughter sitting on also spoke!"
"Cats can talk? This world is crazy!"
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Amidst the discussions among many Bagua residents, Ling Luo and his party got on Hei Yu's back and headed towards General Ling's mansion.
The most prosperous street in Yingyang Imperial Capital is just a quarter of an hour away from the General's Mansion, even if you walk.
Now Heiyu flew like this and arrived at Ling Mansion in an instant.
Ling Luo sat on Heiyu's back, closely watching the situation in the Ling Mansion below, pointing in the direction of Yuling Pavilion where he lived all year round, and said: "Heiyu, we will land there."
Her current cultivation level is no longer the same as when she left Xijiu.
Every day in Dongchen, she did not relax her cultivation process. She had already cultivated the mysterious black stick of extreme fire inheritance to the last level of inheritance space.
His own strength has already advanced to the level of a ninth-level martial artist, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of a great martial artist.
I believe that as long as she breaks through the extremely difficult last layer of inheritance space, she can successfully break into the great martial arts master.
As his cultivation improves, his six senses will also improve. From Ling Luo's perspective, he can see everything that happens in the general's mansion.
Her mourning hall is located in the hall of the front hall, presided over by her grandfather Ling Zhan, and her father Ling Nie serves as his deputy.
Hundreds of members of the Ling family, all wearing linen, mourning and white clothes, gathered in the front yard to entertain the guests.
The princes and nobles of Xijiu Kingdom, the powerful ministers, the wealthy merchants of Yingyang Street, and the famous clans and families on the Jiulan College's prestigious list all came to visit one after another.
Even her initial fiancé, His Highness King Qi Chen Moxuan, who hated her so much, and His Highness the Crown Prince Chen Moxu, both arrived.
"My funeral was really grand." Ling Luo held her chin with one hand, her eyes narrowed, and there was a touch of mockery on the corners of her lips.
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes narrowed dangerously, looking at the grand mourning hall below, and sighed: "Why can't I see my husband's mourning hall? Don't they want to bury us together?"
Ling Luo stretched out her hand, patted Xuanyuan Yu's head gently, and said helplessly: "How long has it been, and you are still struggling with such boring things?"
"Boring?" Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, expressing his strong disapproval, "Husband and Luo'er, you have to sleep together and have the same acupuncture point until death. How can such an important thing be considered boring?"
Three black lines were drawn on Ling Luo's head, and he said: "Then are you dead now?"
"Of course not."
"Then am I dead?"
"Of course not. You and your husband want to live as long as heaven."
"Then you still talk that kind of nonsense."
"..." Xuanyuan Yu paused, narrowed his eyes like black holes, and said, "It's not nonsense, it's an attitude."