The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"Why! Why! I am already an immortal!" Ling Feng, dressed in red, was venting his anger crazily on the lake.

Puzzled, resentful, resentful...

It is obvious that he has already joined the human world, why did he still fail!

Just like the goods that have been selected, they can be slaughtered by others!

As an ordinary person, you can't resist your own destiny?

Sitting on the lake in embarrassment, looking at the scenery of Western Zhou Dynasty like a mirror, Ling Feng no longer had the confidence to grasp the overall situation, and was more resentful towards the world.

He was imprisoned in the void for countless years, dormant in the ring and endured the humiliation.

Finally, he planned to become an immortal, but he was like discarded garbage and had his fruits picked!

Not reconciled!

Really not reconciled!

It was clear that his plan was perfect, but in the end he lost to destiny?

"Hahaha! My whole life has been a joke!" Ling Feng lay on his back on the lake, suddenly feeling bored.

I was jumping up and down like a clown character in a book.

No matter how hard you try, you will definitely die at the hands of the protagonist in the end.

If you become the supreme being, absorb all the practitioners, and make this world a world without monks, everyone can only succeed through hard work.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a world where everyone is like a dragon?

Ling Feng never thought that his ideas were wrong. This was the justice in his heart.

It's a pity that this world has never been fair, and in the end I am just a stepping stone for others!

Ling Feng, who has lived through the human world, once took a look at the nature of this world.

Everyone is just a puppet of the world...

I am just a pawn in the hands of the immortal!

At this moment, Ling Feng realized something. He laughed at the stupidity of those mortals, but why wasn't he stupid?

Countless scenes flashed through his mind, and finally they settled on Ouyang, who was wearing a green shirt.

The chess pieces outside the chessboard have just not been placed on the chessboard yet!

They are all idiots! They are all idiots!

Just as Ling Feng was laughing at everyone, the space was distorted, and Leng Qingsong, dressed in black, flew into the space.

Leng Qingsong, who flew into the dog's belly, barely stopped to check. The sword light was faster than him, and he reached Lingfeng's door in an instant.

"Wait a minute! I have something to say..." Ling Feng said quickly.

But Leng Qingsong had no intention of stopping at all. The sword light had arrived, and his endless anger was calmly vented on Ling Feng.

There are no laws, no rhyme, or even true essence.

Instead, he simply used his soul to cover the sword body and vented his anger with one sword strike.

In the rain of swords from the sky, Ling Feng was cut into countless pieces in an instant, and the first one disappeared in front of Leng Qingsong's eyes.

Feeling that there was no more Ling Feng's aura in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Leng Qingsong's whole body suddenly rose again with supreme sword intent.

Like a waterfall, it ripples back and forth dozens of times throughout the space.

Make sure Ling Feng disappears from particle form.

Leng Qingsong put away his sword, looked at the empty lake in front of him and whispered: "Brother said that villains die from talking too much! Also, don't wear red clothes in the next life!"

Ouyang has taught Leng Qingsong since he was a child: Don't talk nonsense when encountering an enemy, chop the opponent first before talking to him.

What nonsense, others are waiting for their skills to cool down, are you waiting to die?

This kind of sincere teaching was remembered by Leng Qingsong in his heart.

So as long as Leng Qingsong takes action, it will be like this. He will take the other party's life first and will not give the other party a chance to speak!

Leng Qingsong glanced at Ling Feng, whose soul had been cut into countless pieces by him, and turned around and left without any nostalgia.

After coming out of the dog's belly, Leng Qingsong subconsciously looked for Ouyang. When he saw Ouyang, he felt slightly relieved.

Wherever his brother is around, he just listens to him.

Wherever his brother looked, he saw his sword cutting through his heart.

When he saw the white ball in Ouyang's hand, Leng Qingsong couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat and he instantly came to Ouyang's side.

Ouyang was weighing the little white snake in his hand up and down to see if it was enough for a meal.

"Brother!" Leng Qingsong looked at Ouyang pleadingly and said weakly.

Ouyang glanced sideways at the hopeless old man in front of him, which really made him worried.

"Here, this little guy will be yours from now on!" Ouyang handed the little white snake in his hand to Leng Qingsong.

The little white snake that was weighed by Ouyang shook its head.

Little White Snake seemed to feel something about Leng Qingsong that made him feel close to him. He lazily raised his head and looked at Ouyang and Leng Qingsong in confusion.

It was as if he was worrying about where he should go.

Finally, the little white snake spat out a pink snake letter and swam towards Leng Qingsong as if it had made some kind of determination.

Leng Qingsong carefully stretched out his hand to catch the little white snake. It was flawless and white, and so small. It was not even a monster, but just an ordinary little white snake.

It's as fragile as if you don't take good care of it, you will die.

Is this what his master and brother told him?

Xiaoyue died because of the human world and lived because of the human world.

He caused the sin of killing and then used his own body to make up for it, so that he could be reborn like this?

Leng Qingsong sighed slightly in his heart. In a daze, a girl in a red dress appeared in front of him, and he felt comforted.

Looking down at such a little life, a smile appeared on Leng Qingsong's face.

It’s okay like this, you don’t have to bear any fate anymore, it’s okay to just be with yourself like this!

Looking at the sleeping little white snake, a smile appeared on Leng Qingsong's face, which made Ouyang's skin crawl.

Why is this kid so disgusting today? He is not as cold as before at all.

"This little guy doesn't have a name yet, let me give him a name!" Ouyang's eyes lit up and he reminded him confidently.

I'm the best at naming things!

Hearing Ouyang's words, Daomao, Bashan, and the handsome boy in the distance were all shocked, and looked at Ouyang who was thinking hard with expectant faces.

But Leng Qingsong immediately refused: "Brother, don't worry, I will do it myself!"

Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong in front of him with some dissatisfaction. Why did this boy forget his mother when he had a wife?

Just now I had an idea like a little genius, and I said to Leng Qingsong unwillingly: "Bai Tiao, La Tiao... they are such good names, easy to remember and unique!"

A true expression appeared on the faces of the three pets.

It’s not a good idea to give this boss a name. As the deepest victims, they have a very strong say.

Leng Qingsong looked at his brother apologetically. His brother's cultural level was flawed.

"Are you kidding me that I'm not well-educated?" Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong warily and asked.

Leng Qingsong carefully covered the white snake, smiled at Ouyang and said:

"Muwu!"

The so-called:

"When the sun rises, the mist and dew linger, the green pines are like a bath of ointment!"