"Didn't you ask me to be your maid?" Luan Zhu looked at Chen Ling with a smile. At this moment, he had a dignified and charming face and a faint smile. Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, as if time went back to the cave where he once was.
.
The face in front of me gradually overlapped with the jade face in the cave that I had met before.
Chen Ling came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "I just said it superficially. If I don't find an excuse, I can't get away with it."
Luan Zhu's bright eyes flashed and he said calmly: "Mr. Chen, if you are not willing, then send me back."
"You..." Chen Ling opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't see through Luan Zhu's thoughts, and only felt uncomfortable.
"You are also a saint, so being a maid wouldn't be too..." Chen Ling said helplessly.
"So what about a saint? In the Feng Clan, she is also a maid. At the very least, I am willing to be your maid." Luan Zhu was not moved at all, and his expression was not the same, as if he had really made a decision and was ready to be Chen Ling.
maid.
Chen Ling scratched his head: "This is different."
"What's the difference? I think it's pretty good." Luan Zhu chuckled.
What a fart.
Chen Ling muttered secretly.
"Have you really decided?" Chen Ling said disbelievingly.
He really couldn't see anything strange on Luan Zhu's face.
"It's decided." Luan Zhu nodded.
"Okay." Chen Ling was helpless.
Forget it, if you want to be a maid, just be a maid, whatever it is, it will be the same.
How could he treat Luan Zhu as a maid?
"Send you back to your clan first, and then come back with me to practice?" Chen Ling said.
"Okay." Luan Zhu nodded obediently.
However, her expression was naturally not as attentive and respectful as that of a maid, but instead she regained the coolness of a saint.
"Be a good maid." Chen Ling muttered in a low voice. Luan Zhu's pretty eyes flashed and he smiled and said: "Master, just call me Xiaozhu from now on. Let's go."
Chen Ling trembled, and her whole body felt as weird as if ants were crawling.
maid?
"Ahem, let's go." Chen Ling smiled.
"Hey, Chen Ling, where are you going?" By chance, Huang Ling'er walked out of the palace and saw Chen Ling and Luan Zhu. She flashed her pretty eyes and quickly greeted them.
"Well, get ready to go out." Chen Ling said with a smile.
"Hehe, Miss Luanzhu, have you changed your mind now?" Huang Ling'er's beautiful eyes fell on Luanzhu and she said with a joking smile.
Luan Zhu bowed slightly, his expression unwavering: "I am just the maid of the young master."
Huang Ling'er opened her rosy mouth in a daze.
Chen Ling was also slightly stunned.
Does she really plan to concentrate on being a maid?
"You, you guys..." Huang Ling'er closed her lips after a while, looked at Chen Ling and Luan Zhu strangely, and muttered: "So you still have this habit."
Chen Ling's face was twitching.
"Ahem, let's go first." After saying that, he pulled Luan Zhu and left quickly.
What surprised him was that Luan Zhuyu's hand just trembled, then she stopped resisting and was pulled away by him.
"Sir, the maid... knows how to play." Huang Ling'er looked at this scene with an increasingly weird expression on her face.
After leaving Huang Ling'er, Chen Ling let go and looked at Luan Zhu and said, "Are you stimulated?"
"Why did Young Master say this?" Luan Zhu asked in confusion.
"I..." Chen Ling took a deep breath and said after a while: "It's okay, let's go."
When Chen Ling turned around, a faint smile appeared on Luan Zhu's face.
She saved me twice, so being a maid seems pretty good.
After Chen Ling reported to the clan leader, the Heavenly Saint King sent a Saint King to send Chen Ling and Luan Zhu to the ancient Qingluan Clan's place in Wuzhou.
Meeting the leader of the ancient Qingluan clan, Chen Ling talked with him for a long time.
Finally, the Qingluan Ancient Clan decided to leave Wuzhou and retreat to Dongzhou, waiting for the right opportunity to come to Wuzhou again.
Now, the threat from the Phoenix Clan has been lifted, and the Qingluan Ancient Clan is no longer the biggest obstacle.
As for Luan Zhu following Chen Ling, the Qingluan Ancient Clan didn't have any objections.
Knowing that Chen Ling was the holy son of the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan, the leader of the ancient Qingluan Clan spoke with respect.
Not long after leaving, Chen Ling and Luan Zhu returned to their ancestral land.
"This is the Holy Butterfly Liquid of the Imperial Butterfly Clan. It is of great benefit to cultivation. Please take it." Chen Ling separated thirty drops of the Butterfly King Holy Liquid and gave it to Luan Zhu.
"Yes, sir."
Luanzhu took the jade bottle and said.
Her eyes were fiery.
She is now at the intermediate level of the Holy Saint. She understands how precious this Butterfly King Holy Liquid is and glanced at Chen Ling gratefully.
"I will practice in seclusion later and strive for the Holy Perfection. You can also practice." Chen Ling said.
"Sir, wait a moment."
Luanzhu suddenly stood up and walked out of the room.
Chen Ling looked suspicious.
About half an hour later, Luan Zhu came in holding a milky white jade cup in both hands.
The jade cup floats up the spiritual mist and exudes a light fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
"Sir, this is Lingxian tea." Luan Zhu smiled and held the jade cup in front of Chen Ling.
"Can you return to normal?" Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile.
He's really not used to it.
Luan Zhu held the jade cup with a gentle smile on his face and said few words.
"Okay, thank you." Chen Ling knew that he was talking nonsense, so he picked up the jade cup and drank it in one gulp.
Buzz~~
A wave of coolness went straight into his throat and rushed into his limbs and bones, shaking his whole body and making him feel refreshed and clear like never before.
The pores all over his body became transparent, and traces of spiritual mist escaped, as if he had become an immortal.
"Good tea." After about ten breaths, Chen Ling came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh.
"Master, let's practice." Luan Zhu took the jade cup and walked out of the secret room.
"That's all." Looking at Luan Zhu's back, Chen Ling shook his head and smiled, but his heart was no longer entangled.
Although she is said to be a maid, she will never be a maid in his heart.
Then, he sat down cross-legged, opened the jade bottle, and poured a drop of the Holy Liquid of the Butterfly King into his mouth.
boom!
When the holy liquid enters the throat, it immediately turns into majestic pure power and pours into the limbs and bones.
Chen Ling quickly closed his eyes, guarded his mind tightly, and urged the spirit of the black whale to open his mouth to swallow the power of the holy liquid.
The secret room was quickly filled with a suffocating holy power.
Five days later.
All seventy drops of Butterfly King's Holy Liquid were refined by him.
His cultivation level has greatly increased, but he has not yet reached the holy perfection.
Chen Ling had already expected this.
Although the Holy Liquid of the Butterfly King is precious, the amount required for his breakthrough is too powerful.
"The Phoenix Clan's Nirvana Fire should be enough for me to break through." Chen Ling took out the Nirvana Fire.
It was given to him by the Heavenly Saint King.
The fire of Nirvana is the supreme fire of Phoenix warriors. In the fire of Nirvana, the blood of the Phoenix clan can undergo Nirvana transformation and reach a higher level.
Other warriors can also rely on the fire of Nirvana to transform.
Of course, they are not as blessed as the Phoenix warriors.
With a thought in his mind, Chen Ling directly grabbed the Nirvana Fire with his palm.
Buzz~~
The fire of Nirvana immediately clung to it, spread quickly along the palm, and finally poured into his body.
"hiss."
Chen Ling shuddered and felt that his body instantly turned into a terrifying furnace. Compared with this, volcanoes, magma and other places were as fragile as ants.
That melting pot seems like the heaven and earth can be melted. (To be continued)