The Lord's Road to Superstar

Just when Ling Feibai was about to hit the embroidered pillow, the man suddenly got up from one side, quickly dodged to the side, leaned forward, turned around and stood still, and firmly clasped Ling Feibai's thin and fair pillow. On his neck, a deep laugh came out of his throat, and in the darkness, those eyes that looked like animal pupils shone with golden light.

"You lost." The man's hoarse voice sounded in Ling Feibai's ear, and the voice seemed to be hooked happily, and the slightly hot water vapor hit his ear, "What a pity. "

In front of Ling Feibai, he swallowed the piece of escaping spiritual energy into his mouth, raised his eyebrows provocatively, and sighed like a sigh: "What a pity."

Ling Feibai felt a little tight in his temples, and his chest was a little too angry.

Very good, he thought.It has been many years since no one dared to provoke him like this. For thousands of years, this little demon has the lowest cultivation level.

At this moment, he suddenly showed a sense of loneliness of being bullied by dogs, but such a fragile thought was only a matter of less than a second, and was quickly thrown away by the lord.

At this moment, the hand clasped on Ling Feibai's neck suddenly felt a burning pain, and the man subconsciously shook off the pain, only to find that the child's neck was burning with a colorless flame.

"Shangwei Junhuo!" The man took a deep breath, he was astonished and anxious, he couldn't help asking loudly, "Who are you?"

Ling Feibai drew out his natal fire, this small body was a bit overwhelmed, he was extremely weak and exhausted, but those angry eyes were staring at the person in front of him like eagle eyes, wishing to kill him to vent his anger.

The man was so anxious that he hugged Ling Feibai in his arms, his arms were tightly held, and it took so much effort that he couldn't break free.

Ling Feibai gritted his teeth: "Let me go."

The man ignored Ling Feibai's collar and looked inside——

"Evil barrier!" Ling Feibai was about to explode in anger at this moment, and his face, which was usually indifferent and indifferent to everything, was completely torn apart at this moment!He swears that he must tear this monster into pieces!Together with the spirit and soul, let him die!

The vermilion wing-shaped imprint of the soul is still there, imprinted on the back of Ling Feibai's arm, it is bright red.

The man stood there for a long time with trembling hands. His eyes were slightly red and his lips trembled. He looked calm on the surface, but no one knew that his heart was suddenly turned upside down.

My lord, it turned out to be the lord he had been looking for for 30 years!

The man looked at the hands that lifted the clothes of His Majesty, it was simply blasphemy!

For the first time, he had the urge to cut off his hands.

While excited, he turned his face sideways with joy in his heart, but met Ling Feibai's extremely angry eyes. For a moment, his whole body was as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if it was filled with cold lead.

"...I'm sorry." He gasped, his mind seemed to be full of paste, and he could only squeeze these three words out between his teeth.

In the past 30 years, he had thought countless times what it would be like to find His Majesty, but it was definitely not like today, and he had angered His Majesty!

In the chaos, he didn't know how to make up for his mistakes!I don't want to leave a bad impression on Your Majesty!He wanted to "flee in fear of crime"!He sincerely does not want His Majesty to recognize who he is!

So he really ran away, and a wisp of white smoke rose in front of Ling Feibai. After the smoke cleared, the man disappeared in place.

Ling Feibai had a serious expression on his face. It was the first time in his life that someone stripped his clothes. It was simply not a pleasant thing. The instigator ran away within a few seconds. He could take the guy's life in a second, but unfortunately he escaped.

power.

He still needs strength.

As long as the cultivation base has improved, it's not a big deal for this kind of little monster to be crushed to death. How can it be the turn of this kind of little monster to domineering in front of his eyes?

After removing the barrier in the room, Ling Feibai tidied up his clothes. Looking back, he saw that Su Moru had woken up with sleepy eyes. He walked out of the room. In the darkness, he saw his son standing quietly. The cold moonlight shone on him. The profile of his face actually has a hazy beauty.

She let out a "huh" and rubbed her eyes: "Did I hit you to go to the toilet? Go to sleep soon~"

Ling Feibai let out a "hmm", and dragged his slippers back to the bedroom. He was extremely exhausted, and sleepiness surged up like a tide, and he closed his eyes after a while.

One second before he fell asleep, he thought in his heart that he must find spiritual energy to improve his cultivation.

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The next morning, Ling Feibai rarely stayed in bed.

The body was as heavy as if it was filled with iron, and when it moved, it was extremely sore and swollen, as if it was crushed by a train, and there was no place that was comfortable.

Su Moru saw that his face was really bad, and persuaded him to take a day off today to rest at home. Ling Feibai knew very well that this is not something that can be rested just by taking a rest. After what happened yesterday, his The body is in a state of extreme deprivation, which is a warning that his body is in urgent need of spiritual energy supplementation. Only by finding enough spiritual energy supplements can his body return to normal.

On Jiguan Mountain, because the source of spiritual energy was swallowed by that little demon, the spiritual energy in the air is so thin that it can be ignored, and it has no effect at all. If you want to find spiritual energy, you have to go to other places...

"Ah, what are these?" Su Moru, who was sweeping the floor, screamed, Ling Feibai endured the pain and got up, and saw a layer of white transparent substance in her hand, "What is this, look It looks thin, so could it be the dried snot?" Su Moru was very imaginative, and when he thought that the snot might be dry, he immediately threw away the things in his hand, with a look of disgust on his face.

"It's a snake slough." Ling Feibai said calmly, something flashed in his mind, but he felt a little ridiculous, so he simply ignored it and gnawed his own fruit. He never had the habit of eating coarse grains and meat, Su Mo Ru is used to it.

"Snake slough? Snakes got into our house?" Su Moru's face was a little ugly. Could it be that raising a snake means raising a nest?This is unbearable.

She turned her head to look at the glass cabinet, and exclaimed again, "The snake we raised is gone, smash it!"

Ling Feibai said coolly: "Just leave, it's useless to ask for an unfamiliar snake."

"Yes, yes." Su Moru responded in a low voice, and glanced at her son's face, and she was relieved that there was no dissatisfaction.

After eating the fruit, Ling Feibai took his schoolbag with him: "It's nothing, I'm going to class first."

Su Mo asked "Ah?", "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay." Ling Feibai packed his schoolbag and went out.

Walking to the gate of the school, Ling Feibai was stopped by a figure before he stepped in.

"Wait, Ling Feibai." An Yuyi stopped in front of him. This kid was much taller than his peers, and even a head taller than Ling Feibai. The wheat-colored skin was blocked there, like a small wall.

Ling Feibai didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

An Yuyi's disdainful eyes slid around Ling Feibai Qingjun's face, thinking: It's just a little boy.However, when he thought of Song Jun's attitude towards Ling Feibai, he couldn't help but get angry.

"I warn you, stay away from Mr. Song in the future. I don't want to see you talking. Before class, come and change the seat with me. I will not remember the villain's mistakes, and I won't care about you in the future, otherwise ..." He clenched his fists and said threateningly, "You know I'm not afraid of even the seniors, I know the class teacher appreciates you, but to me, it's useless even if you sue the principal !"

Ling Feibai silently listened to the boy's long-winded words, and only grasped the most important point. He said expressionlessly: "Oh, who is Song Jun?"

An Yuyi was suddenly depressed. What he said just now was like a punch on the cotton. It didn't achieve the expected purpose at all. His brows were frowned. ! Ling Feibai! You just want to hook up with Song Jun! Don’t think I don’t know! Believe it or not, I’ll kill you right now?!”

Although Ling Feibai was an old bachelor in his last life, he had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running. Seeing An Yuyi's appearance, in the words of the cultivation world, he moved his heart.

Lord Wannian Single Lord sneered at this kind of affection, love and hatred, but when An Yuyi approached step by step with a fierce look on his face, he found a trace of the earth attribute spiritual root breath.

After unleashing his divine sense, Ling Feibai found out that this boy with strong limbs and a simple mind turned out to be a once-in-a-thousand-mile talent with a single-line earth spirit root, and he was a good seedling of cultivation. I don't mind saying a few more words.

"You admire that Jun Song?" Ling Feibai said suddenly.

"You, you, you..." An Yuyi's hands and feet froze, his cheeks flushed, and the little secret in his heart was prying into, so much so that he ignored Ling Feibai's strange words.

Looking at his reaction, Ling Feibai was afraid that it was almost inseparable. He rolled his eyes in his heart, and said seriously with a paralyzed face: "With your qualifications, it is a waste to insist on admiring an ordinary woman. Song Jun's qualifications are mediocre. , is not good enough for you, so you might as well choose another candidate, and I can also help you find out her qualifications, which will be good for you in the future."

In the future, if An Yuyi has the opportunity to cultivate the truth, he can achieve longevity, and leave a relationship in the world, which will not only be of no benefit to the practice, but will only increase trouble; The probability of good qualifications is also high, and good qualifications should be passed down from generation to generation.

In the past, Ling Feibai, the lord of the Immortal Palace, would never interfere in other people's affairs. Now, he is really too busy, and it is still a little gratifying to see a seedling with good qualifications.

"You said... what?" An Yuyi looked at the little white face in front of him with a mysterious expression, as if seeing a severely mentally ill patient, who was "mediocre" or "unworthy", which made this The half-grown and full-blooded children unconsciously think of a new word "secondary illness in middle school".

Ling Feibai: "I'm helping you."

An Yuyi: ...