Chapter 32 The Thousand Paper Cranes on the Door Flute
Even though there was no threat, Abao didn't pay much attention to Bai Yue.
Father's favor is not as important as sister's.
"I made an agreement with her."
"Protecting her children for ten years."
Hearing this, Abao had a puzzled look on his face, "Ten years? Why is the price so high?"
"Sister, what do you owe her?"
Abao's black eyes showed surprise.
He didn't think Bai Yue was qualified to let Feng Ling owe this kindness.
This is so strange.
This was inconsistent with his knowledge.
"That was more than ten years ago."
Feng Ling said without changing her tone, "That day you had a serious fever and there was no medicine in the palace. Bai Yue and I made a deal. It's only been ten years, and it's nothing to me."
This is what Feng Ling is thinking.
She had no way to save Ah Bao, so she could only owe this favor. Favors can be repaid slowly, but in Abao's case, it cannot wait.
She didn't go to Demon God Emperor Fengxiu because she didn't want to ask Demon God Emperor Fengxiu, which made her feel very undignified.
Between Demon God Emperor Fengxiu and Bai Yue, Feng Ling chose the latter.
Her deal with Bai Yue is equal.
"Okay."
Abao suddenly woke up.
This happened more than ten years ago.
A complex emotion flashed in his dark eyes.
His arrogant sister lowered her status and made deals with others for her own sake.
Abao felt soft in his heart.
He didn't dwell on it either.
He sat on a chair and a green wrench appeared on his hand.
Abao lowered his voice and said: "This ring is a product of the glorious age of mankind. It is said to be related to a powerful spiritual furnace."
“I’ve been thinking about this history since I got this ring.”
"If you can find this spiritual furnace, I plan to use it as a self-defense item for you. Human things are still useful."
Hearing this, Feng Ling looked at him lazily, "It's fine without it, the spiritual furnace is of little use to me. You need the spiritual furnace more than me."
"Also, pay attention to your image!"
Feng Ling frowned when she looked at Abao, who suddenly revealed his muscular upper body.
The style of the demons is more heroic, and their dressing style is based on comfort.
To put it bluntly, it’s how you feel comfortable.
"Eh?"
Abao was stunned for a moment and looked at Feng Ling with puzzled eyes.
"This is not the Demon Clan, it is the territory of the Human Clan. In the Demon Clan, there is no problem with dressing up like this. But in the Human Clan, this is offensive."
"The customs of humans and demons are different."
"Oh."
Abao's face suddenly drooped, "Okay."
He reluctantly put on the armor.
Feng Ling stood up, changing her previous lazy look.
"No."
Under the surprised looks of Abao and Mendi, Feng Ling put the purple bell in their hands.
"This is a purple spirit bell made with my spiritual power."
"As long as you ring the bell, I can feel it."
"Brother."
"I'll leave the matter of the demons to you."
Feng Ling smiled tenderly at Abao.
Abao put the purple spirit bell in the space ring, and then said: "You must come back for a period of time every year."
"Otherwise I won't be able to help but miss you."
Seeing Abao's eyes suddenly turn red, Feng Ling nodded.
She couldn't refuse such a cute request from Abao.
"Your Highness."
"Can the door whistle follow you in the human race?"
Mendi half-knelt in front of Feng Ling, and his tone suddenly changed, "As early as ten years ago, Mendi had sworn to be loyal to His Highness."
"Your Majesty will stay in a strange human race, and your subordinates will not feel at ease."
Mendi's words made Abao's eyes suddenly light up.
Good guy, this guy's mind is spinning fast!
Find a reason even if there is no reason!
"No need."
"Just stay in the Demon Tribe and study your great prophecy."
"Don't worry about the rest for now."
"I return to the Demon Clan for a period of time every year, so you don't have to worry about me."
"With my ability, unless a titled demon hunting group is dispatched, there is no way for the human race to keep me."
This is Feng Ling's truth. With more than 500,000 spiritual powers, he is the top powerhouse among the demon clan.
After all, Mendi's father, the Star Demon, only had a power of over 500,000.
"Yes."
Abao suddenly understood and said, "Aling, but I want to stay with you..."
"Idiot."
"Wait until you have the strength to protect yourself before leaving the demon clan."
Seeing Abao's disappointed expression, Feng Ling comforted him softly.
Who can say no to a gentle brother? ! She couldn't refuse anyway.
"It's better for you to stay in the Demon Clan before you reach the ninth level."
"Door whistle, you too."
A Bao and Men Di had troubled looks on their faces.
They wanted to stay by Feng Ling's side.
"Okay."
Feng Ling put her hand on Abao's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "It will be quick. With your talents, it won't take long."
"Ten years later, I will definitely return to the demon clan."
"It's been a lot of hard work for you during this period."
"Hey."
Abao sighed and still followed Feng Ling's arrangement.
He knew that staying here would cause trouble to Feng Ling.
It was because of him that Feng Ling had to stay in the human race for ten years.
Guilt filled Abao's heart.
"Your Highness."
The cold voice of the door whistle sounded, "There is a magic in this thousand paper cranes."
"Can control the enemy for fifteen seconds."
"If you encounter an enemy that you cannot defeat, please be sure to use it."
"Yeah."
Feng Ling looked at the arrogant door whistle and finally chose to accept the gift.
Given their relationship, giving gifts is normal.
"I'll take you back."
"Okay."
Looking at the shining silver paper crane, Feng Ling slowly placed it in the space ring.
She didn't notice the complicated look in the door whistle's eyes.
……
It was three days later when Maple Ling returned to Odin Town.
Long Haochen's teaching methods during these three days were all formulated by Long Xingyu.
She went to the top of Odin Mountain, but did not find Long Haochen and Long Xingyu.
She used her mental power to sweep across and found Long Haochen and Long Xingyu halfway up the mountain.
When she arrived, Long Xingyu was standing in front of a big stone.
Under that stone is a dark nest of owl ants.
She could sense Long Haochen's aura inside the cave.
Long Haochen's screams came from the cave. What Feng Ling saw was Long Haochen gritting his teeth and persisting.
After seven days of sword practice and study, Long Haochen made a lot of progress in his mastery of swordsmanship.
But in this dark ant nest, Long Haochen was still a little helpless.
He is a child after all.
She could see Long Haochen gritting his teeth and trying hard to hold on.
His face was as pale as paper, but he still swung the sword vigorously.
His perseverance and determination made Feng Ling very satisfied.
Sure enough, people must learn lessons before they grow up.
After some lessons from Feng Ling, Long Xingyu began to take Long Haochen seriously.
Feng Ling felt Long Haochen's spiritual power that was different from ordinary people.
If you think about it carefully, this is extremely normal.
Because Long Haochen is the son of light.
Feng Ling stood silently behind Long Xingyu.
"What is your purpose?"
"She believes you, I won't believe you."
"Sooner or later I will reveal your true face."
Long Xingyu said to Feng Ling coldly.
After Feng Ling's beating, Long Xingyu didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of her.
"Always here for you."
I'm sleepy, so I went to sleep. I'll write again when I wake up.
(End of chapter)