Yuan Yan felt that what Lin Yi said made sense from the beginning.
She even imagined such a scene in her mind.
In the picture, Lin Yi is wearing iron boots, with a sword hanging on his waist, and a huge luggage bag on his back. In addition to the food Lin Yi is eating at the moment, there are also a large number of short spears hanging inside.
The painting style is even more bizarre when fighting.
This young practitioner from the Southern Dynasty, who was like a moving temple with many heavy objects hanging on his body, ran extremely fast and fiercely. He kept running forward, and then kept throwing flying spears.
Those flying spears were like meteors, so a powerful practitioner and his attendants had to deal with them carefully. Then he rushed in front of them and slashed and killed them.
She was originally in a gloomy mood, and Lin Yi's lack of words before could not make her heart clear at all. However, now that she imagined such a strange scene, she couldn't help but giggle.
Then she thought that if such a scene really happened, and Lin Yi's opponent in this scene happened to be an enemy in the Northern Wei Dynasty who was somewhat unfaithful to her, and even caused her a headache, she laughed even louder.
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"What's so funny?"
Lin Yi was suddenly confused.
"I was just thinking that in the future, if you fight like this on the battlefield and become famous, should you be called the Spear King, the Sword Monster, or the Iron Boot King?" Yuan Yan stopped smiling, but the corners of her mouth were still there.
Can't help but tilt up slightly.
Those pictures suddenly appeared in Rong Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"this"
Lin Yi also imagined it himself and felt that the style was indeed very unique. He smiled and said: "It seems that the Iron Boot King sounds more powerful."
"Then I will make you the King of Iron Boots." Yuan Yan said with a slight smile.
"That's awesome, thank you!" Lin Yi laughed.
"You're welcome."
She raised her head and looked up at the sky above, looking at the flowing clouds, but she whispered in her heart that she really hoped for such a day.
Only she knows herself.
She said this with sincerity.
Even if Lin Yi surrendered to the Northern Wei Dynasty at this time, she would really make him a king of iron boots and a real prince.
In fact, if the painting style is unique, the current
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