(Five more)
After finishing the dark dishes cooked by Ning Rongrong, Ning Feng forced to endure the pain in his belly like a river, saying:
"Rong Rong, you came to see your father so late, is it for Yang Ming's business?"
Before waiting for her to speak, Ning Fengzhi covered her forehead and said:
"Actually, you didn't come to me, I originally wanted to go to you to talk about this matter. According to the investigation I brought with me this day, I can basically confirm that Yang Ming is not the murderer, but another question is coming, who is killing The real murderer of the dead wind?"
"After all, Feng Xiaotian’s background is not small, with the support of the college and Zongmen behind him. Now that side is putting pressure on me to find out the real murderer for Feng Xiaotian, which cannot be found in one day, if that’s the case Let Yang Ming's words go, the old ladies of the Shenfeng Academy will not be willing to give up, and will be angry with Yang Ming."
"So at this stage, although Yang Ming is temporarily detained in the Temple of Wuhun Temple, it is not a good thing yet, so as to avoid being attacked by the Shenfeng Academy."
Listening to my father's explanation, Ning Rongrong bit his lower lip tightly all the time, and almost broke his lip skin.
"But..." Ning Rongrong thought for a while and said, "Dad, if you haven't found the real murderer who killed Feng Xiaotian, wouldn't Yang Ming always be imprisoned in the Wuhun Temple?"
"If it really gets to that point," Ning Feng sighed, seeing a mist of water emerge from her daughter's beautiful eyes, and with a trace of firmness in her eyes, said, "Then I had to make a face and ask for God. The group of wind colleges can raise their hands up."
Although the Five Elements Academy usually has internal fighting, once it encounters foreign enemies or external conflicts, it usually has the same voice, after all, it is the force of the same air.
This incident of Yang Ming was even a fuse. Not only did Shenfeng College demand severe punishment of Yang Ming, but even the other four five-element colleges fell into disrepair. They were also very happy to see Yang Ming, a peerless genius, die.
As a result, although Ning Feng was the lord of the colorful Liuli Sect, he was not afraid of a divine academy at ordinary times, but at the moment, he can only put down his body to plead.
Ning Rongrong didn't understand these joints, but he also understood that his father was not always the one who liked to ask for help. Among them, he carried a lot of things, subconsciously clenched Ning Fengzhi's hands, and the beautiful eyes were grateful, saying:
"Thank you dad."
Looking at her daughter's unwilling appearance, Ning Fengzhi felt distressed and had a hint of vinegar for Yang Ming.
It is said that the female university does not stay in China. Her daughter was a warm cotton-padded jacket when she was a child. When she grew up, she was a small cotton-padded jacket.
With such emotions, Ning Fengzhi took Rong Rong into his arms and patted her back gently, saying:
"Relax, even if the sky falls, there will be Dad."
...
Late at night.
Bishop Saras, who sat deeply in his chair, was sitting in a large-scale exercise room. At this time, about 300 people were sitting cross-legged. The youngest was just six years old. At the age of the old man with bad hair, the Soul Master level is very different. The weakest one is even a sixth-level soul warrior, and the highest is the soul king above level 50.
After the defeat of the previous Templar, Platinum Bishop Saras was obviously still unwilling to recruit these three hundred people to serve as a tester and continue to test the eight-door Dunjia.
The ideal is beautiful, the reality is very skinny.
Facts have proved that the templar of the Templar was really very lucky. The first three doors of the eight-door Dunjia were very smooth, and it didn't happen until the fourth door was opened.
And the three hundred people in front of them are very miserable. After all, the first door of the eight-door Dunjia is opened in the head of the person. If the concentration is not concentrated, or the soul power is disordered, the head will "boom" and the blast is sparse. , Like a watermelon burst.
This made the face of Bishop Salas extremely ugly.
...
Overnight.
The next day.
Three times in the day, Yang Mingcai lazily woke up from his sleep.
After he got up, Yang Ming only found out that it was so rare that he slept a bit today. If it was usual, he had already gotten up before dawn.
In addition, Yang Ming covered his head, always feeling a little dizzy, as if he had a fever.
As for the dream last night, Yang Ming has long been unable to remember.
Shaking the heavy head, the head was as heavy as the lead was injected, Yang Ming secretly felt a little strange, and secretly said:
"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and here is the Wuhun Palace. Maybe something happened last night, otherwise my condition is not so good today."
Suspicious in Yang Ming's heart, he looked around, and it happened that the three Templars were guarding themselves, one after another, with their eyes widened, moving along their own and shifting their gaze, they did not dare to let Yang Ming out of their sight. Outside.
The life of being watched is not at all uncomfortable, especially when the watcher is three uncles with stolen feet, it is even more painful.
Yang Ming’s dungeon and supporting toilets were kept. After simple washing Yang Ming saw the three Templars guarding himself for a moment, he could not open the door, and Luo Chenxin, who was waiting outside the door Contact and ask if anything happened yesterday.
This doesn't work!
Yang Ming secretly anxious in his heart, after pacing for a while, he counted it.
Yang Ming turned his head to look at the three Templars, and said with a sad face:
"Where is my breakfast?"
A Templar said indifferently:
"Sorry, it's past breakfast time now. Just wait a bit, lunch will be delivered soon."
"No! I'm going to have breakfast!" Yang Ming was like a teenager who had rebelled in his adolescence. He was very tempered and said: "If you don't send it to me, I will get it myself!"
The three Templars looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
However, in order to make the big things into small things, they finally compromised, one of the Templars said:
"You wait here again, I will come when I go."
Having said that, he turned away, and at the moment when he opened the door, Yang Ming unexpectedly faced Jian Dou Luo Chenxin with his eyes.
Before entering Wuhun Palace Jian Duo Luo Chen was afraid that Yang Ming would have an accident. The two agreed early in the morning, and if they noticed something was wrong, they would make a gesture, and if there was no accident, they blinked.
At this time, Jiandou Luo Chenxin blinked at Yang Ming, indicating that there was no accident.
Yang Ming frowned, and his instinct told him that something must have happened. He had just eaten breakfast and stayed until the evening. There was nothing unusual. Yang Ming was ready to sleep.
But at this time, Yang Ming's pupils automatically opened the kaleidoscope to write chakra eyes. Before he hypnotized his hints in the dream, now when it starts, he will tell all the things that happened in the dream last night.
"So it turns out."
After a long time, Yang Ming digested the news in his dream and sneered:
"Salas looked at me too little."
"When I dream, the world will tremble!"
(It's a joke...it's actually just five more, desperate ing)