Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"Then let you fly, will you?" Three black lines were drawn across the head of Jianlong.

Hei Yu nodded, and responded in a childish voice: "Yes."

Jianlong suddenly had the urge to hit his head on the ground.

There was a "bang".

Under a cloud of black-golden smoke, Hei Yu's body became ten feet in size.

Yingyang Street is narrow, so she still pays attention to the scaling of her body.

"Hey, hey, my God, look at that Master Nether Envoy has grown bigger, it's really scary!"

"Yeah, it's really the Nether Messenger, they are all dead! They are souls! They are ghosts!"

"God, we actually went to hell together!"

"By the way, I just saw that pig-like cat that Miss Ling San's daughter is sitting on is also talking!"

"Cats can talk? The world is crazy!"

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Amidst the gossiping residents' discussions, Ling Luo and his party got on Hei Yu's back and headed towards General Ling's mansion.

The busiest street in Yingyang Imperial Capital is just a quarter of an hour's walk from the General's Mansion, even on foot.

Now that Hei Yu flew like this, he arrived at Ling Mansion in an instant.

Ling Luo sat on Heiyu's back, watched closely the situation of Ling Mansion below, pointed in the direction of Yuling Pavilion where she lived all the year round, and said, "Heiyu, landed there."

Her current cultivation level is not the same as when she left Xijiu.

Every day in Dongchen, she did not relax the progress of her cultivation. She had already cultivated to the last inheritance space with that mysterious black stick of extreme fire inheritance.

His own strength has already advanced to the ninth rank martial artist, and he is only one step away from entering the field of great martial artist.

I believe that as long as she breaks through the extremely difficult inheritance space of the last layer, she can successfully break into the great martial artist.

With the improvement of cultivation base, one's six senses will also improve. From Ling Luo's perspective, everything that happened in the general's mansion can be seen in a panoramic view.

Her mourning hall is set in the hall of the front hall, presided over by her grandfather Ling Zhan, and her father Ling Nie as deputy.

There were hundreds of members of the Ling family, all dressed in white clothes, and gathered in the front yard to entertain guests.

The princes, nobles and powerful ministers of Xijiu Kingdom, the wealthy merchants of Yingyang Street, and the famous clan families on the ranking list of Jiulan College all came to visit.

Even her original fiancé, His Highness Qi Wang Chen Moxuan and His Royal Highness Chen Moxu, who hated her so much, had arrived.

"My funeral is really grand." Ling Luo rested her chin with one hand, her eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of mockery on the corners of her lips.

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes like black holes dangerously, looked down at the grand mourning hall, and sighed, "Why don't you see the mourning hall for your husband? Don't they want to bury us together?"

Ling Luo stretched out her hand, patted Xuanyuan Yu's head lightly, and said helplessly, "When is it, are you still struggling with such boring things?"

"Boring?" Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, expressing his extreme disapproval, "For your husband and Luo'er, you want to sleep together and die in the same acupuncture point. How can such an important thing be considered boring?"

Three black lines were drawn across Ling Luo's head, and he asked, "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 you want."

"Then you're still talking nonsense."

"..." Xuanyuan Yu paused, narrowing his eyes like black holes, and said, "It's not nonsense, it's an attitude."