Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 91 - Do you understand the appearance of the Rakshasa Saint?

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingjun ignored these holy servants, yawned and walked towards the direction he came from.

Sure enough, as soon as she walked out of the corridor, she saw the knocked-out old man standing cautiously next to Fengling.

Feng Ling picked up her narrow eyes and said with a half-smile: "It seems that the saint cares a lot about the servants I teach!"

"Well, in my opinion, blackmail is not a good method." Qian Lingjun sat down, took a sip of tea on the side, and said: "Huairou's method makes them more determined than blackmailing them to do things for us. Is it more practical and more reassuring?"

"Of course, I also have selfish intentions." Qian Lingjun put down his teacup and said slowly:

"While I purify the souls of their parents, my own soul power can be improved. I am now...level 57!"

"Then... I wonder how old the saint is!" The old man from the branch interjected curiously.

"I'm thirteen this year." Qian Lingyun said without changing his face or turning his head.

"Hiss!", the old man couldn't help but gasped, and murmured: "The 13-year-old soul king powerhouse is so terrifying, he really deserves to be the saint of my Holy Spirit Sect!"

"Okay, the saint is tired too. Let's take the saint back to her room to rest."

"Yes." The old man bowed and made a gesture, and said, "Holy lady, please!"

Old God Feng Ling was sitting on the chair, watching the old man take Qian Lingjun back to his room, but she took out a small mechanical box and said to the other end: "Tomorrow, the Rakshasa Saint returns to her throne. , be prepared to welcome it!”

A muffled voice came from the other end of the mechanical box, and was replaced by a loud hiss.

...

"Oh! Is this my room?"

"Exactly." After the old man said this, he thoughtfully closed the door for Qian Lingjun.

Qian Lingyun stepped into this guest room and raised his hand to turn on the soul guide lamp. When he took a closer look, he was startled.

This is not the upper room of a small town inn!

Even if you tell Qian Lingjun that this is the boudoir of some noble lady, she will believe it.

Dark red silk carpet, mahogany furniture, spacious room, and brightly lit soul guide lamps.

There were even some fruits that Qian Lingjun had never seen before on the small table beside the bed. Judging from the color, it was by no means that anyone could afford it.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a faint smell of blood in this room. It is estimated that... none of the furniture in this room was bought from a serious shopping mall.

He strode to the window and opened a small slit for ventilation. The cool night breeze poured in from the window, and even Qian Lingjun's neat hair was a little messy. With the broken hair on her forehead, she let out a long sigh.

She turned around and walked to the bed and slept with her clothes on. She didn't want to practice tonight, she just wanted to have a good sleep to completely resolve the fatigue of these days.

That night, she slept deeply without any dreams. She didn't wake up until Feng Ling and three others knocked on her door early the next morning.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes and washing up a bit, she pushed open the closed door and walked downstairs step by step along the escalator, only to find that Feng Ling and the other three were looking at her with half-smiles.

"The Saint had a good rest last night! Her eyes were swollen from sleep!" Wu Yun joked while holding a bag of snacks bought on the street.

"Well, I slept well." Qian Lingjun nodded, twitched his nasal cavity slightly, stared at the oil paper bag in Wu Yun's hand with a pair of dark red eyes, swallowed subconsciously, and said: "Then What is it?"

"Hey, is the saint also interested in food?" Wu Yun followed Qian Lingyun's eyes, noticed the oil paper bag in his hand, and said with a smile: "Listen to the old man, the food here is famous for the sun and the moon earlier, I went to buy it when I tasted it, and it tasted pretty good!"

"Saint, do you want some?"

As he spoke, Wu Yun handed over the oil-paper bag in his hand, Qian Lingjun just wanted to hold back, but his stomach grunted again and again...

The scene was embarrassing for a while, Qian Lingjun lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, Zhang Peng asked curiously, "Did the saint drop something?"

"Things haven't fallen..." Qian Lingyun blushed and muttered, "I'm looking for a crack in the ground!"

"Hahahaha!", Wu Yun let out a burst of hearty laughter, handed over the oiled paper bag in his hand, and gestured: "The saint and we are a family, so what are you doing out of sight? Young people should eat breakfast, otherwise the body will How can you practice if you are broken!"

"Forehead."

The breakfast was stuffed in front of my eyes. It would be a bit rude not to eat it. Qian Lingjun took the oil paper bag, thanked Wu Yun in a low voice, and started to nibble on the breakfast.

Fengling on the side looked at the time and said, "Let's set off now. If we're lucky, we can still catch a meal at the headquarters when we get back."

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Hearing this, Qian Lingyun was taken aback for a moment, and said in his heart: [Good guy, you evil soul masters still have a unified meal, are you so self-disciplined? 】

False soul masters (formerly the soul masters of Douluo Dalu and Three Kingdoms): soul masters are not like soul masters, and soul mentors are not like soul mentors. Their daily work and rest are unreasonable. They always like to carry some strange soul guides on their bodies. orthodox.

A real soul master (Holy Spirit Sect who lives in deep mountains and old forests): he only thinks about cultivation every day, has a reasonable schedule, wakes up early and goes to bed late, wishes to practice twelve hours a day, and rejects all soul guides except communication, storage, and flying.

After eating breakfast, Qian Lingjun walked to Feng Ling's side obediently, and acted as a "briefcase" obediently.

There is one sentence that Feng Ling said right, that is to catch up with the meal time, and they did catch up with the meal time, but it was not the time for lunch, but the time for dinner.

When the group of four landed in the evil forest, the setting sun in the sky was almost gone.

The dense forest in front of you presents a color from dark green to pitch black.In the entire continent, only this forest has such characteristics.Because this is the demon forest where the evil-eyed tyrant dominates!

The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult is located in the Demonic Forest. If Qian Lingjun went with Fengling and other senior officials of the Holy Spirit Cult this time, she would not be able to find the entrance even if she knew that the main altar of the Holy Spirit Cult was located in the Demonic Forest.

The entrance to the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult is located on the side of the Demon Forest close to Mingdu, the imperial capital of the Sun Moon Empire.

At this time, Zhong Liwu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, was looking at the evil soul masters coming and going in the headquarters with a happy face, and asked in a deep voice to a certain evil soul master beside him: "How is the Supreme Leader now?"

"It's not good. The Supreme Leader was feeling a little unwell in the morning. There is no news yet, but I believe that with Mr. Long here, the Supreme Leader will be fine." Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master replied respectfully With.

Zhongli Wu frowned, and said: "Mother's physical condition is not the same as before. Fortunately, the Rakshasa saintess of my holy religion is about to return. It won't be long before mother can take a good rest."

The evil soul master nodded and said: "Our church is excited to see the saint return to her throne. By the way, when will the leader and deputy leader come back?"

"It should be soon, you guys are getting ready to leave a good impression on the saint." Zhong Liwu said.

"Yes.", the evil soul master respectfully agreed.Here, as long as the two extremely powerful men don't say anything, Zhong Liwu is the master. Even if he is a titled Douluo, he can only obey orders.

At this moment, suddenly, Zhongli Wu and Xie Douluo raised their heads almost at the same time, and looked towards the sky.

Both of their faces changed slightly.