The next day, the sky was bright with a touch of dawn.
On the island in the middle of the lake in Black Bamboo Manor, the drooping grass stood upright once again, and crystal clear dew hung on the leaves of the leaves.
The door of the bamboo house slowly opened. Ling Yun walked out slowly and stretched his back with a trace of a smile on his face.
"The sky is already bright!" Ling Yun blinked his eyes, then rubbed between his brows, as though he had forgotten something, but he was not able to remember what it was.
"Ling Yun, your complexion is not bad!" Amidst the misty water, a figure swiftly rushed over from the bamboo bridge. It was precisely Qin Feng, and his eyes shined sinisterly as he looked at Ling Yun, and said while clicking his tongue.
"Why are you here?" Ling Yun asked as he stretched his waist.
"You really don't remember?" Hearing that, Qin Feng's eyes opened wide, he looked at Ling Yun in disbelief, his mouth twitched, and used his hand to support his forehead, as he spoke.
"What's wrong?" Ling Yun's heart jumped.
"Today is the storage monarch's Grand Ceremony!" Qin Feng was speechless, and said faintly.
"What?" Ling Yun's expression changed. No wonder he felt like he had forgotten something important.
"Even if you don't have any interest in the position of storage monarch, since everything is settled, you should at least take it to heart." Seeing that Ling Yun was slow to notice, Qin Feng did not panic at all even if he knew. He was immediately speechless, how could you allow those people who are dedicated to the fight over the throne to live?
Creak!
The bamboo door slowly opened, and a young girl in a pink dress walked out. She looked slightly lazy, but there was a trace of happiness, exhaustion, and pain on her face.
"Why are you here?" Ling'er frowned as he looked at the strange expression on Qin Feng's face.
"Hehe, no wonder Ling Yun forgot about such an important matter like the storage monarch Grand Ceremony. Qin Feng looked at the bamboo door behind Ling'er with a perverted look. Wasn't this Ling Yun's room?
Looking at Ling'er's expression, there was no need to think to know what had happened last night.
The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched, and with a light snort, Ling'er's head drooped down slightly, and her face flushed red.
"Tsk tsk, gentle country, Hero Tomb, brother, you must control yourself." Qin Feng laughed, laughed until his teeth could no longer be seen, it was very obscene.
She turned around and looked at the sparkling lake, and said softly: "However, do not forget about Little Yue'Er, and do not let down her feelings for you, or else …"
"Bang!"
With a light sound, thunder rumbled, and a piece of limestone beneath his feet exploded into fine powder.
Ling Yun was slightly silent, his expression in a trance, and it was as if that teary young girl had appeared in front of him. The craftiness that flashed past her eyes from time to time, the faint smile on the corner of her mouth, those gentle eyes, and that forced smile when they hugged each other to leave.
"Yue'Er..." Ling Yun muttered softly, and said in his heart: "Don't worry, we will meet in Yun-meng Lakes in at most five years... At that time, both life and death will depend on each other and will not be forsaken! "
His dazed expression gradually became determined like never before.
Turning around, Qin Feng's face returned to his usual unruly smile, as if the scene before was an illusion. Nothing had happened. If you don't leave now, it will really be too late. Qin Wu and the rest are already on their way. "
"Hm!" Wait for me! " Ling Yun nodded slightly and walked to the side of that small nest. Watching the sound of one cat and three wolves sleeping soundly, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.