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(five more)

After finally finishing the dark food cooked by Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi resisted the overwhelming pain in his stomach, and said:

Rongrong, you came to see Dad so late because of Yang Ming's affairs, right?

Before she could speak, Ning Fengzhi covered his forehead and said:

Actually, if you didn't come to me, I originally wanted to talk to you about this matter. According to the investigation I led this day, it can basically be confirmed that Yang Ming is not the murderer, but another question arises, who is the murderer? The real culprit of Sifengxiaotian?

After all, Feng Xiaotian's background is not small, and he has the support of the academy and sect behind him. Now that side is putting pressure on me to find out the real culprit for Feng Xiaotian. If he can't find it in a day, if it's like this If Yang Ming is let go, the old men and women of Shenfeng Academy will definitely not let it go, and will turn their anger on Yang Ming.

So at this stage, even though Yang Ming is temporarily detained in the hall of the Wuhun Temple, it is not a bad thing, so as to avoid being attacked by the Shenfeng Academy.

Listening to her father's explanation, Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip tightly the whole time, almost tearing her lip skin.

But... Ning Rongrong thought for a while, and said, Father, if you haven't found the real culprit who killed Feng Xiaotian, wouldn't it mean that Yang Ming will be imprisoned in the Spirit Temple forever?

If it's really come to that point, Ning Fengzhi sighed, seeing a smear of water mist appearing in her daughter's beautiful eyes, followed by a trace of firmness in her eyes, and said: Then I have no choice but to save face and ask God Those people from the Wind Academy are able to raise their hands high.

Although the Five Elements Academy usually has internal struggles, once it encounters foreign enemies or external conflicts, it usually speaks with one voice, after all, it is a force of the same spirit.

This incident of Yang Ming was even more of a trigger. Not only was Shenfeng Academy demanding to severely punish Yang Ming, but even the other four Five Element Academy were also making trouble. They were also very happy to see Yang Ming, a peerless genius, die young.

Because of this, even though Ning Fengzhi, as the suzerain of the Colorful Glazed Tile Sect, is usually not afraid of a mere kamikaze academy, at the moment, he can only put down his dignity to intercede.

Ning Rongrong didn't understand these joints, but he also understood that his father was never the one who likes to beg for help, and there were a lot of burdens in it. He subconsciously clenched Ning Fengzhi's hand, with a hint of gratitude in his beautiful eyes, and said:

Thank you, Dad.

Seeing her daughter's absent-minded appearance, Ning Fengzhi felt distressed and also had a hint of jealousy towards Yang Ming.

It is said that women are not allowed to stay in college. When a daughter was a child, she was a warm little padded jacket, but when she grows up, she is someone else's little padded jacket.

With such emotions, Ning Fengzhi embraced Rongrong in his arms, patted her on the back lightly, and said:

Don't worry, even if the sky falls, Dad will still hold it up.

...

Late at night.

Platinum bishop Salas sat on a chair with a deep expression. He was in a large practice room. At this time, there were about 300 people sitting cross-legged. From the old man to the old woman with hanging hair on his temples, the level of soul masters varies greatly. The weakest is even a sixth-level soul master, and the highest is a fifty-level soul king.

After the previous Templar's failure, the Platinum Bishop Salas was obviously still unwilling, so he recruited these 300 people to serve as test subjects and continued to experiment with the Eight Dunjia.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Facts have proved that the previous Templar's luck was really good. The first three doors of the eight-door Dunjia went smoothly, and nothing happened until the fourth door was opened.

And the three hundred people in front of me are very miserable. After all, the first door of the Eight Gates Dunjia is opened in the head. If the concentration is not concentrated, or the soul power is disturbed, the head will boom, and the explosion will be smashed. , like a watermelon bursting.

This made Platinum Bishop Salas look extremely ugly.

...

Nothing to say all night.

the next day.

It was three poles high in the sun, and Yang Ming woke up lazily from his sleep.

After waking up, Yang Ming realized that it was rare for him to sleep late today. Normally, he would have woken up before dawn.

In addition, Yang Ming covered his head, always feeling a little dizzy, as if he was sick and had a fever.

As for the dream he had last night, Yang Ming couldn't remember clearly.

Shaking his heavy head, it was as heavy as if it had been injected with lead. Yang Ming secretly felt a little strange in his heart, and thought to himself:

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and this is Wuhundian, maybe something happened last night, otherwise my condition is not so bad today.

Suspicion arose in Yang Ming's heart, and he looked around. It turned out that there were still three Templar knights guarding him. They all stared round their eyes, averting their gaze as they moved, not daring to let Yang Ming leave their sight. outside.

The life of being watched is not at all pleasant, especially when the watchers are three uncles with fleshy faces, it is even more tormenting.

The dungeon where Yang Ming was held was equipped with a matching toilet. After Yang Ming washed up briefly, seeing the three Templar knights guarding him without hesitation, he couldn't open the door. Get in touch and ask if anything happened yesterday.

This is not acceptable!

Yang Ming was secretly anxious, and after pacing around for a while, he made up his mind.

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the three Templar knights, and said with an unhappy expression:

Where's my breakfast?

A Templar knight said calmly:

Sorry, it's past breakfast time now, just wait a little longer, lunch will be delivered soon.

No! I want to eat breakfast! Yang Ming was like a rebellious teenager who had reached puberty, and said very stubbornly: If you don't bring it to me, I will get it myself!

The three Templars looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

However, in order to make the big things into small things, they finally compromised. One of the Templars said:

You wait here again, I will come as I go.

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. The moment he opened the door, Yang Ming met the eyes of Sword Douluo Chenxin as expected.

Before entering the Wuhun Hall, Sword Douluo Chen was afraid that something might happen to Yang Ming, so the two agreed early on that if they felt something was wrong, they would make a gesture, and if nothing happened, they would blink.

But at this time, Sword Douluo Chenxin blinked at Yang Ming, indicating that there was no accident.

Yang Ming frowned. His intuition told him that something must have happened. He just had breakfast and stayed until night, and there was nothing unusual, so Yang Ming was about to go to bed.

But at this moment, Yang Ming's pupils automatically turned on the kaleidoscope Sharingan. He hypnotized himself with hints in his dream before, but now when it's time to activate, he will tell all the things that happened in the dream last night.

I see.

After a long time, after Yang Ming digested the news in the dream, he sneered and said:

Saras underestimated me too much.

When I dream, the world will tremble!

(A slip of the tongue...it's only five o'clock, desperate ing)