Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 940 The alliance will be bleak

"Don't go, can I apologize to the head office?"

Chi Jinghong couldn't help lowering his head, "I'm sorry."

"I think you misunderstood. What's the use of a verbal apology? I want a substantive apology."

Feng Lin looked back at Chi Jinghong.

"What do you want to do?" Chi Jinghong frowned and asked.

"First of all, I want revenge, so I won't slap you in the face. My heart aches, and I want to slap your ass."

Feng Lin raised his palm.

"You're dreaming! That's an insult to me, you better slap me in the face!"

Chi Jinghong closed his eyes, and extended his beautiful face towards Feng Lin.

Feng Lin looked at Chi Jinghong's pretty face, and swallowed lightly.

Afterwards, he squeezed Chi Jinghong's cheek hard, "Forget it, the beating doesn't hurt anyway, let's just let it go."

He jumped out of the window again.

"This time you are also responsible. If you explain on the spot, I will definitely believe you, but you admit it."

Chi Jinghong folded his arms and said calmly from the side.

"It's all my fault, okay?"

Feng Lin rolled his eyes helplessly, and lay down again.

He roughly felt his body, and he was almost recovering.

After such a long time, he finally entered the Dacheng realm.

The strong energy in the body is completely different from tempering.

This is a qualitative improvement.

"This time it was my mistake. I didn't expect Li Hentian to hide it so deeply."

Chi Jinghong's voice was a little heavy.

She wondered if Li Hentian deliberately attracted her.

I want to pass her and step into the seventh level of Dacheng.

"Is your body all right?"

Feng Lin tilted his head and asked.

"I have the protection of my ancestors, and my physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people."

Chi Jinghong leaned against the window and explained.

"This soldier master is not easy."

Feng Lin stretched, hugged the back of his head and said.

"How do you feel? If you don't need me, I'll go back."

Chi Jinghong needed to prepare.

Li Hentian knew the location of her own relic.

She was afraid that the other party would go to the ruins to make trouble by relying on the strength of the seventh level of Dacheng.

"Go back, I can do it alone."

Feng Lin waved his hand at Chi Jinghong.

"it is good."

Before Chi Jinghong left, he looked back at Feng Lin again, "Thank you."

After speaking, she disappeared here.

Feng Lin looked at the window, pondered for a while, and immediately called Ji Guangling.

Let him keep an eye on all parts of China.

Those masters who are afraid of the Shadow Clan will cause chaos in various places.

There is another important thing, Jin Fenghuang should have guessed that he and Chi Jinghong were acting before.

It may not be that simple to solve the Tantai family in the future.

……

alliance.

Li Hentian in a suit stepped into the ruins.

The guard next to him is an orc.

Has the ears of a lion.

He looked at Li Hentian, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Go and report that the leader of the Jiuli tribe is here."

Li Hentian showed an indifferent smile.

"What? Are you the master of the army?"

The middle-aged man's face changed with fright, and he quickly took out his mobile phone and reported to the superior.

However, Li Hentian did not wait here.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he walked into the depths of the ruins.

In the center of the alliance ruins, Li Hentian spread his wings and flew to a high place.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the terrifying power instantly raged across the sky.

Rumble!
The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky.

In a few breaths, many masters of the alliance all approached here.

They looked up at the sky, and the terrifying power made them flinch.

Li Hentian saw all the masters gathered, so he withdrew his wings and landed on the ground.

He glanced around, and finally set his sights on several men with long black hair.

"Are you from the Shadow Clan?" Li Hentian asked flatly.

"That's right, I'm Mo Lang, the son of the patriarch Mo Feng."

A black-haired old man looked at Li Hentian expressionlessly.

He is over 100 years old now, and when Mo Feng goes out, he manages the Shadow Clan.

"I'm here to inform you that Mo Feng is dead."

Li Hentian said lightly.

"what?"

People in the Shadow Clan are in panic, and the patriarch is dead?

How can it be?

Mo Feng is at the sixth level of Dacheng!
As for the other side, there is a group of people with blond hair and radiant faces.

Their eyes are also golden.

These people are one of the two major races of the Alliance, the Golden Race.

The patriarch is Huang Shuiqu.

He is younger and slightly weaker than Mo Feng, but he has also entered the sixth level of Dacheng.

If Mo Feng really died, the alliance would belong to their golden clan.

"Master! My Shadow Clan and your Jiuli Clan have no enmity, what do you mean?"

Mo Lang asked fiercely.

"I saw with my own eyes that in the Flying Star Sect, the Empress and Feng Lin teamed up to attack Mo Feng."

Li Hentian spread his hands indifferently, "Mo Feng and I are old acquaintances, so let me inform you."

"Hehe... the Empress and Feng Lin join forces?"

Among the crowd, Lu Buran, dressed in an office uniform, walked up with a smile.

She was dressed as usual, high heels, black silk, and the tight uniform.

Show the plump figure to the fullest.

"Who doesn't know that the Empress is just using Feng Lin to get the treasure of the Land of Aura."

Lu Buran looked at Li Hentian with a smile, "Their cooperation has ended, how could they join forces again?"

"Yes, in the previous cemetery, we saw with our own eyes that the empress snatched Feng Lin's treasure."

A member of the Shadow Clan said.

"Their relationship may not be that good, but they are definitely still friends."

Li Hentian turned around and explained, "Feng Lin is the common enemy of me and Mo Feng. When Feixing sent us to kill him together, the Empress is helping Feng Lin."

"Impossible! Patriarch Mo Feng is invincible, how could he die!"

Lu Buran shook his head vigorously.

"Believe it or not, I'm just here to inform."

Li Hentian turned his head expressionlessly, ready to leave.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, "By the way, the alliance is missing a sixth-level Dacheng, and the future is bleak."

"What do you mean?"

Huang Shuiqu was still in high spirits at first, but when he heard this, he immediately asked.

"Mo Feng is dead, Feng Lin will deal with you next, the Yellow Water Canal!"

Li Hentian smiled lightly, "Think about it."

After speaking, Li Hentian left here.

Mo Lang's eyes were cloudy and uncertain.

He stared at Lu Buran suddenly, and said darkly: "If my father is really killed by Feng Lin's sneak attack, I want you ghosts to be buried with him!"

"Mr. Mo Lang, what does this have to do with us?" Lu Buran said aggrievedly.

"Stop pretending to be a fox in front of me! Feng Lin is your daughter's fiancé, of course you have to bear the responsibility!"

Mo Lang turned around and said, "Not only that, but I also want to inform experts from all over the world to use hundreds of city residents to bury my father with me!"

"Mo Lang! Don't get carried away by anger, investigate clearly first!"

Huang Shuiqu came out and said.

"You don't need to remind me!"

Mo Lang snorted coldly, took out his phone, and walked deep into the ruins.

(End of this chapter)