Douluo's Changhong is shocking

For the next few days, Jiang Ling cooked and cooked all kinds of nutritious meals, without heavy samples, and personally fed them. Ye Lingling's complexion improved a lot, and she ate a lot more than usual.

Under Jiang Ling's meticulous care, the complaints in Ye Lingling's heart gradually dissipated. The mistake was made, and Ye Lingling could only force herself not to think about Zhu Zhuqing in order to have peace of mind.

In fact, on the second day, Ye Lingling could barely get out of bed, but his walking posture was a bit inelegant and he couldn't stand for too long. It was also on this day that Ye Lingling took advantage of Jiang Ling's absence to put away the blood-stained sheets. .

On the third day, the wounds on her lower body also subsided, and Ye Lingling's body could basically move normally, but her face was still a little pale.

On this day, Jiang Ling brought food into the room again.

"Lingling, dinner is ready." Jiang Ling called out.

"Actually, you don't have to cook for me every day. I'm almost in good health. If you have something to do, go and do it." Ye Lingling walked over and said softly.However, the joy in the brows and eyes all showed that she liked Jiang Ling's treatment of her.

"How can I do that? Your body is just a little better, so I have to raise you to 120 catties." Jiang Ling teased.

"Fuck you, I don't want to be so fat." When Ye Lingling heard Jiang Ling's words, a fat girl appeared in his mind, shuddered, and said angrily.

"What's wrong with eating fat? I also want to drive a tank." Jiang Ling came over and hugged Ye Lingling's slender waist from behind and said with a smile.

Today, Ye Lingling is wearing a brocade jacket with a foundation embroidery of Begonia flowers.Even if she wears slightly thicker clothes, her waist is still not full.She has a beautiful appearance and a graceful temperament, but Jiang Ling knows that this graceful beauty is not graceful at all.

"Tank? What tank?" Ye Lingling asked doubtfully, not understanding the meaning of Jiang Ling's words.He asked questions with his mouth, but his hands didn't stop, and he placed the food brought by Jiangling on the dining table one by one.

"Nothing, nothing." Jiang Ling said with a forced smile.

"Sneaky! You can tell at a glance that An'an has no good intentions. Say, are you talking ill of me again?" Ye Lingling turned her head, glared at Jiangling and said, without waiting for Jiangling's explanation, she smiled again, "Forget it, today This girl is happy, and I don’t have the same knowledge as you.”

"Eat!" Ye Lingling said, patting Jiang Ling's hand from her waist.

"okay."

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"By the way, Lingling, tomorrow is the ceremony for me to succeed the Holy Son. I will pick Zhuqing up to the Wuhun Hall later. You can go with me." Jiang Ling suddenly said.

Ye Lingling's hands holding the vegetables paused, and he couldn't help but slow down a bit while chewing the food in his mouth. He was silent for a moment.

"I'll tell Zhuqing about our matter, don't worry." Jiang Ling seemed to understand Ye Lingling's worry, and comforted her with a hand on her lowered head.

"No, no, I'll say it." Ye Lingling said suddenly.

"Lingling, you..." Jiang Ling still wanted to persuade.

"I've already decided that I'm sorry for Zhuqing, and I'm sorry for Miss Hu. I should make it clear to Zhuqing, whether she forgives me or not..." Ye Lingling said again.

Then he gave Jiang Ling another glance, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of you!"

"..." Jiang Ling smiled awkwardly.

Although Ye Lingling has accepted Jiang Ling, it does not mean that she is not angry or wronged.

Why do other people have a sweet love first, then a wedding, and finally a bridal chamber.But when he came to her, he first tasted the bitterness of unrequited love, and then he was domineeringly raped, directly skipping the love, the wedding, and being forced into the bridal chamber.

"Young master, His Excellency the Pope wants to see you!"

Just as the guilty Jiang Ling pretended to be an ostrich and was trying to cook, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"What is the Pope looking for at this time?" Ye Lingling asked suddenly.

"It's nothing more than tomorrow's ceremony, I'll go first." Jiang Ling quickly finished the rice in the bowl, replied in a vague tone, and was about to leave.

"By the way, Lingling, the teacher's visit to me probably won't be over for a while. You can go find Zhuqing by yourself and bring her here." Jiang Ling turned around and said again.

"Okay, I see." Ye Lingling nodded.

"Kiss me." Jiang Ling suddenly brought his cheek closer and said.

"My mouth is full of oil, don't kiss." Ye Lingling stretched out her small hand and pushed Jiang Ling's cheek aside, saying in disgust.

"It's okay, I don't dislike it."

"I hate it!"

"Then I'll kiss you." Jiang Ling's mouth instantly covered Ye Lingling's lips, and he took a sip, and the oil stains on Ye Lingling's lips were wiped away.

"I'm leaving!" With the sound of Jiang Ling's footsteps, leaving behind an afterimage, he disappeared into the room, and even used Lingbo Weibu directly.

When Ye Lingling came back to her senses, Jiang Ling had disappeared, she stretched out her hand to wipe her lower lip, and said angrily, "This damn guy!"

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Jiang Ling traveled fast all the way, before reaching the Pope's Palace, he met Xie Yue first.

It's just that Xie Yue's condition is not good at this time, the tailor-made clothes have been torn in several places, and the originally fair and handsome cheeks are also covered with dust.

"What did you do?"

"Where did you die?"

The two cursed at the same time.

"I've been in the senior sister's small courtyard all the time. By the way, why did you go these few days, and with this attire...... did you dig a tunnel?" Jiang Ling pointed to Xie Yue's clothes and replied first.

"You just dug the tunnel. It's not for your ceremony tomorrow. We're exhausted, but you enjoy it at home." Xie Yue really wanted to vomit blood.

"By the way, did Miss Ye forgive you?" Xie Yue didn't want to talk nonsense with Jiang Ling, and asked the question that had been on her mind for the past few days.

"Forgive me!"

"Is this true?"

"really!"

"really?"

"really!"

Xie Yue still wanted to speak, but Jiang Ling said directly: "The teacher wants to see me, so I'll go first." He crossed Xie Yue and walked towards the Pope's Palace, not wanting to sing Peking Opera with this guy.

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papal palace

"Teacher, Ling'er is here."

Jiang Ling stepped into the Pope's Palace, and saluted Bibi Dong who was behind her back.

"I asked you to come here because I have something for you." Bibi Dong turned around, looked at Jiangling below, her complexion softened for a while, and with a light wave of her right hand, a golden long sword flew towards Jiangling.

Jiang Ling stretched out his hand to take it, the sword is not heavy, but rather light, the sword body is slender and beautiful, the whole body is crystal clear and eye-catching, it cannot be stared at directly.The hilt and scabbard are inlaid with 18 golden gemstones, which is beyond words.In a word, this sword forced Graman.

"This is a power sword specially made for you by my order. It can be regarded as a symbol of the power of your Son. Remember to wear it tomorrow." Bibi Dong said lightly.

Hearing the words, Jiang Ling couldn't help thinking that it's a pity, if it is sold, it will cost at least 1000 million gold soul coins, it's a pity, it can't be sold.

"Also, this is for you too." Bibi Dong waved her hand, and a set of golden clothes flew to Jiangling, saying, "This is your dress for tomorrow."

Jiang Ling took a look, his old face couldn't help but blushed, and he complained wildly in his heart, is this a dress?Teacher, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood the dress.

Said softly: "Teacher, is this too flamboyant... Uh no, it's too flamboyant."

"Tomorrow is the day when you will be promoted to the Holy Son and formally contact the power center of the Spirit Hall. Why are you keeping a low profile? Just listen to the teacher and just dress like this." Bibidong wrote lightly.

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