Dressed as a male protagonist

Wei Ling didn't know that he had been praised over and over again in his heart. He only looked at the busy Lu Lianjun, and thought that she was indeed Lu Wuchen's woman. , Organized the disciples of various factions in Haicheng and some casual cultivators.

Haicheng has been able to support until now, thanks to Lu Lianjun's contribution.

More and more common people boarded the lotus platform.

On some roofs and city walls, the monks who were resisting the influx of sea water saw the appearance of the lotus platform, and more or less showed a relieved smile.

The monks of the Huaxia clan have always taken it as their duty to resist the invasion of the gods and protect the Huaxia bloodline.If these people cannot evacuate safely, they will not evacuate Haicheng even if they fight to the death.

This is the blood and principle of Huaxia monks.

Seeing more and more people gathering towards this street, Wei Ling turned his head to the young man behind him and said, "You said I would beg you, but I didn't expect it to come true so soon."

The young man had a slight smile on his face, but his dark pupils were filled with a frightening cold light.Following Wei Ling's movements, Ming Lan saw the young man, who happened to meet his cold eyes, and couldn't help but shudder.

After hesitating for a while, Ming Lan said: "Just now I was only focused on talking to Junior Brother Wei, but I forgot to ask this little friend..." Before Ming Lan finished speaking, she saw Wei Ling winking at her, "...What's wrong? "

Wei Ling really wanted to touch his forehead, but before he could move, the boy sneered and said, "Stupid."

When Minglan heard this, Liu Mei raised her eyebrows.

Seeing that Minglan was angry, Wei Ling quickly reached out to stop Minglan, put her body between the two of them and said, "Speaking of which, I still don't know the name of senior." Wei Ling deliberately bit the word "senior" It's a bit heavier, and it's intended to tell Minglan that this person is not an ordinary boy.

Minglan's expression changed slightly, and she slowly put down her hands, no longer accumulating spiritual power.

After being silent for a while, Ming Lan said, "I don't know what is the purpose of this senior coming to Haicheng?"

The young man didn't even look at Minglan, but said to Wei Ling, "I don't have a name, and people like to call me Lord Wolf, why don't you try calling me Lord Wolf?"

"...What kind of name is this?" Wei Ling's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that this guy seemed to be taking advantage of him in disguise?

The young man said: "Didn't you ask me?" The smile on his lips gradually widened, and his tone was frivolous, "You just call out, and I will help you."

Wei Ling's chest froze, and his brain ached from the other party's tone, but there was nothing he could do.

The boy said: "Not yet?"

Wei Ling's eyes began to darken.

"Since you don't even bother to call me by my name, there's no need for me to help you."

The young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old in appearance, a little shorter than Wei Ling, but his gaze was condescending.

Wei Ling held Mo Yin's right hand and trembled again and again. Finally resisting the urge to turn around and leave, he frowned and said to the young man, "Senior, why are you joking with me like this? I admit that I offended Senior when we first met. But those who don’t know are innocent, so don’t embarrass me, senior.”

The boy's eyes flickered, and his smile grew wider: "In that case... I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Wei Ling's reaction, he appeared a few feet away in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, only a distant figure remained!

Seeing that his back was about to disappear, Wei Ling's brain became hot, and he let out a roar that shook the mountains and rivers!

"Mr. Wolf!!!"

The boy immediately appeared behind Wei Ling, leaned into his ear and said, "Are you calling me?"

Wei Ling: "..."

Minglan: "..."

Lu Lianjun, who was instructing his disciples, and even many monks who were resisting the influx of sea water, all looked over in unison.

——No way, who told them to have good ears and eyes?

Besides, Wei Ling's roar just now was clearly filled with spiritual energy.Anyone who is not deaf can hear clearly.

No matter how loud the sound of water and noise can't cover it.

Minglan's expression was a little distorted, and the sword in her hand had been unsheathed at some point, and it happened to rest on the boy's neck.

Wei Ling said: "Sister, calm down!"

Minglan said angrily: "Calm down!" Didn't you see that the other party was sticking to your face?You bastard Wei Ling!Minglan gritted her teeth in her heart.

Wei Ling shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab Minglan's hand, leaned close to her ear and said, "He is from the Forest of Silence, senior sister, don't be impulsive."

Minglan was startled, and the sword in her hand was also startled.

Everyone in the entire continent knows what the Silent Forest represents.Their biggest feature is unity and protection.

On the mainland, no matter where or how a person kills a demon cultivator, the demon queen Huan Nishang of the Silent Forest can immediately know who the murderer is, and send her subordinates to kill the murderer .

Even if it is a Mahayana venerable, they can still kill them.

Most importantly, never miss.

It can be said that the killing order of the Silent Forest is something that no one in the world of cultivating immortals is willing to face.After all, the Mahayana monks of the demon cultivators are more than twice as powerful as the Mahayana monks of the human race.

Minglan suddenly heard that Wei Ling said that the other party was from the Forest of Silence, even if she hadn't thought of killing anyone, she shook her right hand in shock.

The young man stretched out his index and middle fingers to clamp the long sword around his neck, looked at Wei Ling, and raised his eyes slightly: "Do you still want to?"

Wei Ling and the young man's slightly cold eyes met, his heart was shocked, and he immediately said: "Yes!" The monk's spiritual sword is connected to the monk's own blood and energy. If the young man destroys the spirit sword, Ming Lan will definitely suffer Heavy damage, of course he can't let this happen!

"Call Lord Wolf again to listen."

"..." Wei Ling opened his mouth, but did not make a sound for a long while.

The young man's fingers tightened, and Ming Lan's body trembled immediately, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Wei Ling hurriedly said: "Don't move, don't move! I'll call..." He actually didn't believe that the boy's name was Lord Wolf, but he couldn't ignore Senior Sister Minglan.

Wei Ling frowned, and said as if going all out: "Mr. Wolf! Lord Wolf!" After shouting, Wei Ling asked him, "Senior, are you satisfied?"

The boy laughed out loud, quite presumptuously.

Wei Ling took the opportunity to grab Minglan's hand and quickly retracted the sword, heaving a sigh of relief.

Before Wei Ling could breathe a sigh of relief, the young man restrained his laughter, glanced at Wei Ling with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "There are nineteen necromancers outside the city, if you call Lord Wolf, I will kill one. If you call twice, I will kill one pair."

"..." What the hell, you should be calling /Chun!Wei Ling cursed in his heart.

The boy smiled and said, "Time is running out."

Wei Ling froze for a moment, followed the boy's gaze and turned his head to look, and found that the lotus platform was already full of people, and Lu Lianjun was standing on the flying sword and looking at him from a distance.

The people on the street who had not climbed the lotus platform were also looking at him.

There are too many people, and they can only bring about five hundred at a time.After he went, he would come back later to take it a few more times. The time was really tight.The people seemed to understand this too, so they all looked at him eagerly at this moment.

Turning around, Wei Ling saw the cold smile on the young man's lips, and a trace of impatience in his eyes.

Wei Ling was confused by that trace of impatience, thinking that the young man was about to change his mind, so he gritted his teeth and put aside his shame and scruples.

"Senior Wolf Lord..."

"Get rid of the seniors."

"...Mr. Wolf." Wei Ling licked his lips, comforting himself from the bottom of his heart—isn't it just a title!What do you care about?

then……

Master Wei Dafeng controlled the spirit sword and approached the boy a little closer, and called "Lord Wolf, Lord Wolf" a dozen times in succession.

Because he was afraid that others would hear him, Wei Ling deliberately lowered his voice, but he was begging for help now, and he couldn't be too gloomy, so he barked so low and softly that his "Wolf Lord, Wolf Lord" sounded soft It's so gentle, it makes my heart feel warm and itchy.

The young man listened silently, the impatience in his eyes had already faded away, only a smile remained.

Ming Lan at the side turned her head with a blushing face, determined not to look into the young boy's proud eyes.

She felt that her junior had been insulted.

But she is not as strong as the opponent, so she can only swallow silently.

The young man said: "Remember to call it that way from now on." He looked sideways at Wei Ling and smiled softly, "I'm so happy to call it, maybe one day I will help you take out the things in the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

Wei Ling was dumbfounded.

The other party's excited tone and eyes made him a little suspicious that what he called was not the other party's name, but... bed?

...call/bed?

Wei Ling was shocked by his own thoughts.

And the other party actually knew that there was something in his sea of ​​consciousness...

special.

Wei Ling slandered in his heart, but he didn't say much, he just greeted the angry Minglan, turned around and flew towards the lotus platform.

The next step is to transfer the task of the people without allowing him to be careless.