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When the meeting ended, Mrs. Bi asked Feng Qinglang to send Dongfang Pei off on her behalf. Feng Qinglang naturally pretended to be quite happy and grateful to Mrs. Bi. It is true that ordinary people can climb Dongfang Pei. More than usual an honor.

Under the small building, Dongfang Pei intentionally avoided to wait around, and said calmly: "Boy, I think you are quite pleasing to the eye. The old man lives in the small building over there, and there are a few magic tricks there." Toys, are you interested in watching One or Two?"

Feng Qinglang hurriedly said in fear and trepidation: "My honor, Your Excellency Dongfang Pei!" Wen Ruyu's usual arrogance and domineering was completely gone.

But when he arrived at Dongfang Pei's residence, after arranging the sound-proof magic pattern, Feng Qinglang immediately straightened his waist again, and sat on the largest and most comfortable soft chair in the room, scolding: "Dongfang Pei, you deliberately put The reason why the air is so full is for me to bow to you a few more times?"

Dongfang Pei laughed loudly and said: "I said Qingqing, you said how dirty your heart must be to guess the old man like this? Haha, but yes, I just said some irrelevant words on purpose to make you bow in fear! "

Dongfang Pei took out a bottle of exquisite juice wine from the wine cabinet next to the fireplace, poured a glass for each of them, handed it to Feng Qinglang and said, "It's very expensive, don't drink it all at once!"

Feng Qinglang took it angrily, and Dongfang Pei said again: "Don't be childish, you are already old!"

Seeing that the old man had the nerve to say such a thing, Feng Qinglang could only laugh and said: "Yes, yes, I am disrespectful, I was wrong!"

Dongfang Pei didn't mind that Feng Qinglang took the most comfortable seat, so he dragged a chair casually, sat down beside Feng Qinglang, clinked his glasses gently with a "ding", and said with a smile: "For the reunion after a long absence, Qinglang, it's a pleasure to watch Until you are alive!"

"To reunite after a long absence!" Feeling the sincerity of the other party, Feng Qinglang clinked a glass with the other party.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Pei continued: "You know, I counted the days, you should die when it's winter, and I also bet heavily on the Ulysses family of the Di Dynasty, betting that you will die in this midwinter." , Alas, seeing that your health is still showing signs of improvement, my investment is about to be wiped out... Haha, don't rush to get angry, you are already old, you have to learn to face life calmly!"

"Hey, I suddenly thought of Dongfang Haoran. He is so upright and upright, but you... by the way, is this grandson your own?" Feng Qinglang crossed her legs and lay reclined on the luxurious soft chair, feeling Dongfang Peiping's usual feelings. An extremely luxurious life is just not good for what's in the glass, and you can't taste how expensive this wine is?

Dongfang Pei said dejectedly: "Yeah, I've been suspecting this too! I really need to take some time to investigate... Well, is this little guy doing well in Mingguang?"

Feng Qinglan said: "Very good! But without special encounters, it may be difficult to surpass you in this life."

If it was heard by others, wouldn't it be a normal thing? Dongfang Pei is so easy to surpass?That is a master of the generation of magic patterns, maybe he still thinks that this evaluation is already extremely high.

But Dongfang Pei frowned and said, "Didn't he have your chance?"

Feng Qinglang shook her head slightly and said: "It's not enough, he's too smooth. It's like a sword blade. It does become sharper and sharper if you keep sharpening it, but it's still easy to break without real tempering!"

Dongfang Pei scratched his beard trimmed like a knife-edge magic pattern in distress, and said, "I can't artificially create some trouble for him!"

Feeling that this old friend attached great importance to Dongfang Haoran, Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said: "Old Dongfang, caring makes chaos! Everyone has their own circumstances, Dongfang Haoran is calm now, but he must have his own life. Think about what you were doing when you were in your twenties. I remember you said that you were just a librarian in a small town, right? Ha, you’re not just a decent person now, you can show off your power wherever you go! "

Dongfang Pei was not at all dissatisfied with Feng Qinglang's words, and smiled casually: "That's right, come on, let's have another drink!"

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"By the way, you Mingguang monsters, did you have an attack some time ago?" Dongfang Pei asked seemingly casually.

Feng Qinglang said: "Well, I was there at the time, and I sealed it myself!"

Dongfang Pei said again: "Did anything weird happen?"

The process of sealing that strange egg may be an exciting process for ordinary warriors that they will not encounter a few times in a lifetime, even for Dongfang Haoran, it is an extremely unforgettable experience.

But for Feng Qinglang and Dongfang Pei, an incident of that level was just an ordinary magic pattern experience, so Feng Qinglang knew that Dongfang Pei had something else to say, so she recalled it carefully before saying: "I think that strange bastard , the emotions are quite rich, not like ordinary evil things..."

Dongfang Pei thought about it thoughtfully, but Qifeng suddenly mentioned another matter, and said slowly: "Hey, do you still remember the magic pattern that we sealed together back then?"

That was a few years ago, the two had just met, but Dongfang Pei had already become famous all over the world, while Feng Qinglang had just resisted the stigmata, a fugitive like a bereaved dog, but the two met in the Death Canyon, when the two Belonging to different teams and performing different tasks, they collided with each other in the end. As the last two survivors, they sealed an extremely vicious place together with magic patterns.

That seal, Dongfang Pei has always thought it was his best work, but it is a pity that there is another co-author... At the same time, this magic pattern is unknown to the world, no one knows its existence, and it was once the creator of the stigmata. Stability, what an outstanding contribution.

Feng Qinglang frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong there?"

Dongfang Pei said: "It's just a small problem. It seems that a large creature passed by there and caused damage to the magic lines in a small area. Someone has asked my old man to fix it..."

This is not a problem, at most it belongs to the regular maintenance of the top-level seal magic pattern. Could it be that the passing large creatures appear too strange?Otherwise, Dongfang Pei would not have brought it up for no reason, so Feng Qinglang looked at Dongfang Pei suspiciously.

Dongfang Pei took a sip of the wine in his glass, and doubts flashed across his eyes, and he said: "When I was repairing the seal, I always felt that there were many voices shouting at the same time in the dark depths of the ground. , trying to tell me something..."

Feng Qinglang was finally moved by it. It is generally extremely difficult to have hallucinations at the level of Dongfang Pei's spiritual cultivation, and the stone tablet there is suppressed, and it reaches the sky, which theoretically also isolates all spiritual intrusions. Their magic lines, It was also painted around that stele.

But now, Dongfang Pei actually said that he could hear some voices that he shouldn't have heard. What kind of terrible spiritual cultivation should the existence under the stele be?

Feng Qinglang could even imagine the scene at that time. In the vastness of the Death Canyon, Dongfang Pei stood helplessly beside the stone tablet. Under the stone tablet, it had turned into a bottomless black abyss. His face rose with the gunpowder smoke, distorted by the permeating smoke, and screamed at Dongfang Pei at the top of his lungs.