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Wu Mannela's wound had already been bandaged, but Feng Qinglang still hugged her tightly, not daring to leave the vital part of the vest with his right hand. He knew that once he let go, Wu Mannela might not be able to hold on for too long.

The whole team had been sorted out a little bit. Jeffrey patted the gauze on his wound, stood up again, and looked up at the sky. A spy eagle was hovering over them.

Jeffel straightened his appearance, bowed seriously to Feng Qinglang, and said: "Master Qinglang, thank you for allowing me to live the life I dreamed of, and finally fulfilling my promise to my family. Now they live together in Xingqing. Well done, thank you! Next, I'm afraid... I won't be able to continue climbing with you!"

He got back on his horse and ordered: "Everyone is ready!"

The surviving people also bowed to Feng Qinglang and got on their horses one after another. Jeffrey smiled at Feng Qinglang, "We can all die, but you can't, my lord!"

After saying that, he led the crowd and rode their horses to the northeast.

The tracking scout eagle immediately chased after it.

Feng Qinglang bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were completely red, looking at the figure that was fading away, this was the first time that Jeffrey disobeyed her order!

Finally, he turned around with Umanela in his arms, and climbed up the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Wumanela felt that the wind tonight was extremely cold, and Feng Qinglang's hand on her vest seemed not as warm as before. Looking back, the mountains and forests in the distance below were all a little The firelight and the light of the magic lamp just blurred the vision for a moment, really resembling the fireflies on the shadow cliff in childhood...

Feng Qinglang said softly: "You're a little tired, take a rest first!" Holding her back tightly with her hands, Wu Manela sat down leaning against a small tree.

Umanela was unwilling, and only said, "You are the one who is walking, and I didn't use much force. Let's continue walking, it's not safe yet..."

But Feng Qinglang ignored the protest, and gently helped her to sit down, and said softly: "I know you are sleepy, but please don't fall asleep."

Umanela looked at the man in front of her, and found that there seemed to be something more in the eyes of the other party. She tried hard to distinguish, oh, it was a tenderness that had never been seen before...

She couldn't help saying happily: "I don't sleep, I like it when you look at me like this."

Feng Qinglang tried her best to smile, but she couldn't hide the bitterness in her smile, and said casually, "By the way, Umanela, besides being a great illusionist, what else do you dream of?"

Umanela wrinkled her nose, looked at the dots of fire in the distance, and took a breath, as if she could blow them all away in one breath, she said: "Actually, when I was a little girl, there were A dream, um..."

Her pale face turned red, and she said softly: "I want to hold a wedding in the Sky Temple. I wear a snow-white wedding dress, which is very beautiful, and you are the groom, wearing a straight dress, looking at me flatteringly, and then After the bishop's inquiry, we firmly said, I am willing to..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she really wanted to try to open them again. Feng Qingqing's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and she could only faintly hear the voice, but could not hear it. Find out what he's talking about.

Finally, she opened her eyes again, only to see that Feng Qinglang's face was covered with tears, and her voice began to sob: "Hold on, don't sleep, hold on..."

Umanela only felt that the heat on her back had increased a bit, but she felt that the endless cold had completely surrounded her, and that little flame could no longer support her for a long time. She knew very well in her heart that something was about to happen Now, she was very scared, but she tried her best to stop her fear, especially not to let the tears flow out, and said dissatisfiedly: "My old lady orders you, don't feel guilty about it!"

"Also, don't always think of me as an ignorant little girl, let alone a thoughtless little fan, or a savage kind, I also have my confusion, I also have my thoughts...just never tell Pass you!"

Listening to the increasingly weak voice, Feng Qinglang felt that a curtain of water had blocked his sight, so he hurriedly wiped his eyes vigorously with the other hand.

The surrounding area was already covered in haze. It was a layer of mist representing the aura of death. I don't know when it was approaching. I only know that the opponent's strength is extremely strong. In an instant, the entire mountain top was sealed in this mist of death. middle.

"This is the legendary rebel, the guy who turned the human world upside down? He's too weak, he didn't notice us at all."

A few gray figures stepped out from the depths of the haze, like ghosts in hell. The voice of the person who spoke was very hoarse, like the sound of sharp objects scraping on glass. "

"He lost his mind, and his lover died in his arms. Negligence is also common." This is another old-fashioned voice, it is a necromancer with a staff, staggering towards Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang still held Wumanela tightly, as long as she still had a breath of life, he would never let her go!Looking around, there are a total of six undead, four mages, and two warriors, all of whom are peerless powerhouses. What a luxury!They were sent to find Dongditian, but there were only three of them... I really think highly of myself.

He couldn't help but mocked indifferently: "What kind of deal is it that makes you willing to do your best?"

"It's very simple. Longharin voluntarily joined the saint clan and successfully became a high-ranking saint clan. For the future glory of the undead sky, we should support him with all our strength." Another old voice pierced through the mist and reached my ears , the voice is full of loneliness.

Feng Qinglang was silent about it. He underestimated Long Halin's courage and determination. Seeing that the encirclement had been completely completed, he asked coldly: "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for it to appear!" The necromancer pointed to the sky.

A huge 24-pointed star emerged from the haze, occupying half of the sky. Four necromancers sang undead hymns at the same time. High Ritual of the Dead power.

Feng Qinglang just felt that this world was extremely absurd. They actually wanted to turn themselves into high-level undead? !

He shouted in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? Even if the undead ceremony is successful, I will become your same race, but the same race does not mean that I will join you!"

"You are a very good piece of demon material, Your Excellency the Rebel! Of course we are worried that after you transform into a high-level saint, you will immediately turn against us..."

"So, what we have to do is to integrate the undead ritual and the taming ritual! You can become an undead devil and our servant at the same time!"

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