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Umanara was exposed, and she did not intend to let go of her hands. Her drunken mouth exhaled the fragrance mixed with alcohol, and her pretty face was slightly raised, which looked so beautiful in the dancing snowflakes. The greasy voice said sweetly: "I will pay attention next time!"

Feng Qinglang's heart couldn't help rippling again, if it weren't for the two bodyguards in the shadows in the distance who were too obtrusive, with a strong sense of alcohol, he might hug back and do something by the way.

However, the strength of those two bodyguards is not too high...

"Which family are you from?"

Such an unsightly question made Umanara frowned, but she still replied helplessly: "The Zasding family, my full name is Zasding. Umanara, have you heard it?"

How could Feng Qinglang have never heard of it? One of the powerful families in the south of Alans, in the Shadow Moon Tribe, only a sage who has a stunning talent among his ancestors is eligible to have a surname. Zasding is such a sage , in the era of shining stars thousands of years ago, who can perform on the same stage with Di Allen without being overshadowed by the light, how can ordinary capable people be comparable...

"I was able to come to the stigmata together because I pestered my father this time. Well, my father's name is Zasdin. Verin, have you heard?"

Wu Mannara stared at Feng Qinglang closely, paying attention to all the subtle changes in him. To her disappointment, Feng Qinglang was completely expressionless, without the slightest flaw, but she was not discouraged, and said again: "Hey, he originally He is here to inspect, but he intends to stay, because he is here to catch the traitor, I heard that the traitor has become very weak now, have you heard of the traitor..."

Seeing that this small mouth is getting closer and closer, blowing away the snowflakes that separate them, and the distance will become zero at any time, Feng Qinglang doesn't mind what happens with such a stunning beauty, but he doesn't feel that the two guys hiding in the shadows He would sit on the sidelines and accidentally provoke Weilin, so seeing his Lord Weilin, he must be happy and angry, and then he would let himself experience what life is better than death...

He had no choice but to forcefully control his body's instinctive reaction, turned his head away, and said sadly: "Sorry, we have different genders..."

As expected, Umanara slowly let go of her hand, her expression was like that of a diner looking forward to delicious food, but when she opened the lid, she found it was full of fluttering flies.

Feng Qinglang was worried that the other party's brain would quickly turn the corner, so he resolutely maintained a gloomy expression, continued to drink, and walked away quickly to the side of the street in a daze. He felt that tonight was indeed too loose and almost caused trouble. Escape back to the safe haven of the clubhouse for the first time.

Wuman Nala stared blankly at the direction Feng Qinglang was leaving, and her heart was inexplicably empty, as if she had lost something, strange sourness mixed with violent irritability.

The bodyguards hidden in the shadows came behind her, and one of the yellow-faced middle-aged men whispered: "Miss, it's cold outside, if we've had enough fun today, let's go back."

Another person also said: "That's right, Miss, I heard that Your Excellency will come over in these two days..."

Umanara snorted angrily, looked at the direction of the disappearing figure, and said, "It's probably because you two pigs ruined my good deed!"

The two bodyguards looked at each other, wondering what happened to the eldest lady who was usually indifferent to men.That mustache doesn't look like much either...

"Forget it, go back! I will continue to drink when I go back!"

"..."

Feng Qinglang, who was drunk all over, returned to the clubhouse and fell asleep. This sleep lasted for a day and a night. After waking up, her head was still a little groggy. Feng Qinglang couldn't help but wryly smiled. up.

Controlling the inertia of drowsiness, Feng Qinglang supported herself to sit up on the bed, and began to run the meditation chapter earnestly. She felt that the recent progress began to slow down again. If there is a chance, she must replace it with a high-level soul-suppressing stone...

After finishing all this, Feng Qinglang took a bath. After washing off the alcohol with boiling hot water, she felt refreshed, and she felt that many annoying things could be temporarily put aside.

I can't help but think back to the girl named Wuman Nala. If I met in my bright years, maybe there would be a story, but if I meet here and now, if there is any relationship, I'm afraid it will become an accident.

While enjoying a sumptuous meal, someone from the Bi family came to report that Mrs. Bi has invited, presumably tomorrow will be the head of the Hermit family, and Mrs. Bi is going to mobilize again before the war.

It was still Mrs. Bi's gorgeous temporary living room. The old man in red stood behind Mrs. Bi, smiling and nodding at Feng Qinglang. Ximu was an old acquaintance, and nodded enthusiastically. Said: "Come, sit down quickly, I will wait for you."

There was also the elder of the Bi family who was good at illusion in the room. Feng Qinglang knew beforehand that he was just a substitute for this attack, and another old man with a white beard who looked older than Ximu, presumably This time, Bi's one of the main candidates this time, he met him for the first time, but his expression was very arrogant, he just held up the cup, blowing the floating hot air with his head down, and he didn't even look at Feng Qinglang.

After Feng Qinglang sat down, the white-bearded old man didn't intend to interrupt the previous topic, and continued: "Madam Bi, I heard that the phantom wood porcelain plate was used as the main battlefield of the spirit sea for this attack, so the risk is not to be taken seriously." Not high!"

Feng Qinglang had never heard of such props as magic wood porcelain plates, but seeing the arrogance of the old man with white beard also had a dignified expression, it was obviously not a good thing.

Mrs. Bi remained calm and said peacefully: "In the past, there were only a large number of magic trees as a spiritual battlefield. I'm afraid this matter is just groundless. Your Excellency Chanmo, please don't worry too much?"

The white-bearded Chanmo smiled and said with a crooked smile: "But, what if tomorrow... the magic wood porcelain plate is really used as the battlefield?"

Mrs. Bi's smile remained unchanged: "I believe that with the abilities of the three Your Excellencies, even if the main spiritual battlefield is changed to a magic wood porcelain plate, they can handle it with ease."

Ximu noticed that Feng Qinglang, who was sitting next to him, was obviously puzzled, so he explained in a low voice: "The phantom wood porcelain plate is an ancient magic tool, and it has a very strong ability to automatically deduce the spiritual world, but sometimes it will cause the participants' spirit Sea trauma..."

Feng Qinglang wondered: "Could it be possible to simulate a legendary world of illusion?"

The legendary illusion world naturally makes people think of "a thousand years in a blink of an eye" for the first time. Ximu shook his head and said: "Although I have never been a participant in it, according to the rumors, it should be better than a thousand years in a blink of an eye. But it is also better than ordinary spirits." The battlefield is much stronger, and it is said that it is more deceptive, that is, in the early stage of entering illusion, you will have a period of loss, and whether the period of loss is short or long depends on the individual's spiritual practice."

The so-called lost period is to forget who you really are!Nobody likes to forget, especially mesmers.