People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

After the battle of Hemingshi, the elephant hunter Lianfeng sent him a message and asked him to meet in this teahouse.

Thinking that he had nothing to do anyway, Ling An rushed to the teahouse.

A famous storyteller happened to be telling a story.

He thought about listening.

It would be better if you didn’t listen to it, but once you do!

Ming Shiki has four eyes, five claws, and a bloody mouth...

Why didn't he know?

He even spoke human language and went on to perform Journey to the West.

Where did this unofficial history come from?

It's so wild that only history is left.

It turns out that the storyteller’s words cannot be trusted.

If we continue to talk about it, it will probably be about Wu Song's night attack on the Grand View Garden and Pan Jinlian's three fights against the White Bone Demon.

But as for my own part, it is still quite consistent.

You can make more progress next time.

Aside, there was a burst of laughter.

Ling An looked helplessly at the trendy girl sitting next to him.

I don’t know if it was intentional to guard against him, but Chaomei insisted on following him.

The result was that we all listened to a wild "Ling'an Battle Roar".

Chaomei covered her mouth and her body trembled slightly.

After a long while, he gave Ling An a compliment and said, "You are really amazing, Patrol Officer."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I wonder how strong Patrol Captain Ling'an is now?" Chao Mei said in a pinched tone.

Ling An looked at her helplessly.

Why didn't I realize she was so mean before?

Ling An was so angry that his teeth itched, but he couldn't do anything about her, so he just said, "Well, I'm already studying my future opponents."

Afterimage, composed of frequencies.

In the previous battle, his original body was recovered and controlled by Wuxiang Xianzhu, and his consciousness was driven into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Today, he is still a championless person.

But the frequency of the composition itself changes.

The reconstructed body still carries the hatred of those who died in battle and the fear of those who survived.

But the difference is that there is something more.

It is flying over the land of this state.

The sighs of the dead.

A sigh often contains too many things.

The reluctance to fail;

Unfulfilled regrets;

The freedom to die;

The resentment of this life...

The sighs of the dead contain so much.

On the land of Imashu, the past and the present, sighs flow in the long river of time.

Gathered into a will that spans thousands of years.

Together they merge into a remnant known as the "Uncrowned One".

It constitutes the current Ling'an.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to cut off the control of the Wuxiang Xianzhu and seize its power by relying on his stronger strength.

The defeated Wuxiang Xianzhu was undoubtedly injured.

But the most serious injury is not in the physical body, nor in the overdrawn strength.

But it was because half of his power was taken away by Ling An.

Although this half is not enough to give him the same power as Solaris's other full-scale Mingshi.

But at least when facing Wuxiang Xianzhu, the two of them can sit at the same table.

After all, it's half for you and half for me.

At worst, I can find another opportunity next time and get the remaining half back.

As for why it is “want”.

Ling An felt that it didn't make sense to give only half of the gift when meeting someone.

However, even so, Ling An looked at the smiling Chao girl in front of him.

He became stronger, but he still couldn't see through this woman.

In the battle in the heart of the statue, his will and strength had reached their peak.

Ling An was extremely confident. At that time, he was even stronger than Chao Mei!

This is indeed the case. After the endless battle, Chaomei was actually exhausted.

And Ling An still had enough strength to throw that shot.

But it was absorbed by the strange guy who jumped out of Chaomei's voice.

This woman's background is totally unpredictable.

Even Chaomei herself lost her memory and remembered nothing.

Thinking of that strange guy, Ling An's cat body couldn't help but tremble.

As soon as it appeared, it devoured his strength, and came close to him, sniffing him and saying things like "Brother, you smell so good".

Why are they all so greedy for his body?

The same goes for Chao Mei and the weird guy that popped out of her body.

Do you smell so good?

Ling An sniffed his hand in confusion.

Chaomei seemed to have noticed his thoughts and hugged him and put him on her lap.

The fur smoothed down comfortably.

Ling An narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

No matter what you think, your body won't lie.

A figure fell across the tea table.

"Lord Ling An." Lian Feng looked at Ling An who was enjoying himself opposite him, and his eyebrows jumped.

After holding it in for a long time, he blurted out, "What a...refined mood."

Ling An waved his hand and looked at the man.

According to Chixia, Lianfeng made great contributions in defending Jinzhou.

He alone killed two Raging Wave-level elephants.

Although they were all injured remnants under siege.

But the Rage class is still the Rage class after all.

You should know that before this, Lian Feng was chased all over the ground by a giant wave-class Arrow Bear.

"Are you looking for me?" A voice came from Ling An's gourd.

Lian Feng nodded slightly, his eyes falling on the gourd around Ling An's neck.

"Regarding the Bell-Ringing Turtle, can you still summon it?"

It was indeed because of this matter.

Ling An shook his head and said, "No, the turtle is recovering from his injuries."

In the battle at the city gate, the Bell-Ringing Turtle paid too much.

His frequency was originally composed of the will of the ancient Longlong army.

Now, those wills were weakened in battle.

The Bell-Ringing Turtle even fell back to the Raging Tide level. I'm afraid he needs to be nurtured in his gourd and catch a few remnants to replenish himself before he can return to the Tsunami.

"If you want it, go catch it yourself." Ling An said.

"That's not the case." Lian Feng shook his head dejectedly, "At that time, I resonated with the frequency of the ancient Longlong Army, so I was able to contribute in defending the city, and at the same time, I also solved the doubts in my body."

"Since I can't recreate the past, I won't ask for it anymore."

After saying this, he stood up and bowed respectfully to Ling An: "Thank you, Patrol Officer Ling An!"

Lian Feng's actions attracted the attention of other spectators in the teahouse.

"Oh! Patrol Captain Ling'an!" someone shouted.

In an instant, a group of people came over to protect the tea table, leaving no room for anyone to get in or out.

"Patrol Officer Ling An, is Ming Shi really like what the storyteller said, with four eyes and five claws and a monstrous arrogance?"

"Patrol Officer Ling An, what was the scene like at that time? Can you tell us about it?"

"Patrol Officer Ling'an, your review of the Jinzhou Maomao Sect..."

"Patrol Captain Ling An, have you considered finding a spouse? My aunt's neighbor's second uncle's daughter's classmate also has a cat, and it's so cute..."

In just a moment, a bunch of people started interviewing Ling An.

Ling An's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered to Chao Mei, "Run!"

The next second, Chaomei turned into a black flash and rushed out of the teahouse, leaving everyone behind.

"It's so horrible!" She patted her chest.

If I were surrounded, I would probably be brainwashed.

Ling An also felt a little scared and looked around.

A figure caught his attention.

The storyteller who had just been talking nonsense on the stage came out at some point, looking relieved.

His eyes also met Ling An's.

For a moment, his face showed embarrassment.

"Um, Patrol Officer Ling An, I didn't expect you to be in the teahouse too, haha."

Ling An looked at him seriously and said in a cold voice: "Adaptation is not making up stories, and parody is not nonsense."

"What do you mean?" The storyteller was puzzled.

"Next time, tell me to be more handsome!"