Divine Seal: My Grandfather is the Demon King

Shengyue finally used his spiritual power!

He first added a layer of spiritual power barrier on his buttocks, and then wrapped another layer of spiritual power barrier around Feng Ling to prevent the spread of high-temperature flames.

boom--

The terrifying high temperature exploded within the spiritual barrier, and in the next second it actually broke through the barrier!

In an instant, Sheng Yue pulled Long Haochen away from Feng Ling.

"You two actually..." Shengyue was so angry that he couldn't finish his words.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count this time, you two cheated!"

Yang Haohan dodged and caught Feng Ling who was about to fall: "Hey, I have to be fair here. You said that as long as you use your spiritual power, you will lose. You can't regret it!"

"Which knight actually attacks people's lower body? Is this the disciple you taught?" Shengyue threw Long Haochen to Yang Haohan.

Yang Haohan caught Long Haochen, and his old face turned red when he heard Sheng Yue's words.

Indeed, he couldn't do such a thing.

"It's called improvisation." Yang Haohan forced his explanation.

"Master Sheng, just tell me whether you used your spiritual power or not!" Feng Ling made a face at Sheng Yue.

Sheng Yue's expression changed rapidly, and finally, he slowly sighed: "Forget it, why bother with you two kids? Since you want to see Cai Er, then let you see her."

After saying that, Sheng Yue threw a token to Long Haochen.

This token is pitch black, with a short sword in the middle, representing the Sword of Samsara.

Of course, Sheng Caier does not train in the secret realm of inheritance every day. She does have time to rest, although it is rare, but she is not allowed to leave the holy city.

Recently it happens to be Sheng Caier's time to rest.

Long Haochen took the token and hugged Feng Ling excitedly: "Sister, we succeeded!"

Yang Haohan smiled slightly and waved to Feng Ling and the others: "You two should go and reunite with Cai Er, whom you miss so much. Sheng Yue and I will catch up with the past!"

"Yes, teacher." Feng Ling and the others answered and left.

Yang Haohan turned to Shengyue and said, "I can't stand you treating my little disciple like this. Come on, let's go and fight!"

"Just hit me, who's afraid of who?" Sheng Yue was so angry that he had no place to vent.

The next second, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

The two left the treasure house and headed towards the southwest corner of the holy city, where the high-ranking members of the Assassin's Temple lived.

With the help of the token, the two of them arrived in front of a palace under the guidance of a waiter.

The overall style of the palace gave people a gloomy feeling, with dark tones. A gust of cold wind blew by, making both of them shiver.

Looking around, Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh, "Will you really not get rheumatism or cold legs if you live here for a long time?"

Long Haochen asked in confusion: "Sister, what is rheumatism? What is old cold legs?"

"It doesn't matter, let's go in quickly!" Feng Ling pulled Long Haochen into the palace.

After entering the palace, there is a long corridor surrounded by several huge white marble pillars with lifelike patterns carved on them.

The pattern contains a sword and a tripod of strange shape.

Just by looking at the statue, you can feel the murderous aura coming towards you!

"who!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from the end of the corridor!

The next second, a familiar person slashed over with a dagger in his hand.

The man was dressed in purple and still wore the same cloak. He had grown taller and the baby fat on his face had faded a little.

That is, there is a layer of white film covering both eyes.

Kind of like a cataract.

"Cai'er, isn't it a bit rude to greet us with a sword?" Feng Ling said in a teasing voice.

In an instant, the man's body froze.

Feng Ling's teasing voice entered her ears, like the sound of nature!

The next second, she threw herself into the arms of the person in front of her: "Sister Ling'er!"

Not knowing what to say, Sheng Caier just buried her face in Feng Ling's neck.

What about me? What about me!

Cai'er, aren't you and I best friends anymore?

Long Haochen was so anxious that he wanted to pull Sheng Caier out of Feng Ling's arms.

"Cai'er, your voice is so nice." Feng Ling touched Sheng Cai'er's head.

"Yeah." Sheng Caier blinked her eyes, but she couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of her, and she felt a little disappointed.

"We said we would definitely meet you again, Cai'er, we didn't break our promise!"

"We will never abandon you!" Feng Ling hugged Sheng Caier tightly.

"Sister..." Sheng Caier felt her nose sore and a few tears fell.

Soon, after calming down, Sheng Caier finally thought of her boyfriend Long Haochen.

At this moment, Long Haochen looked at Feng Ling with resentment.

Sheng Caier let go of Feng Ling, took Long Haochen's hand, and felt the presence of the forget-me-not ring.

She curled the corners of her lips and smiled, and touched Long Haochen from head to toe. He was not missing any limbs, just a bump on the head.

Suddenly, her face darkened: "Who did it?"

With Cai'er's current personality, if she really knew that it was her great-grandfather who did it, she might really do something.

So, Long Haochen shook his head: "No one, I bumped into the pillar myself."

Sheng Caier frowned, she didn't believe what Long Haochen said.

If he hit the pillar, he would be injured on his forehead, but Long Haochen was injured on the top of his head!

Feng Ling took Sheng Cai'er's hand and said, "Cai'er, don't worry about these details. Long Haochen and I have already settled in the Holy City. We will be able to see each other every day in the future!"

"That's great!" Sheng Caier smiled sincerely.

After seeing Feng Ling and Long Haochen, Sheng Caier's personality became visibly more cheerful.

"Cai'er, from now on, you will never be alone again." Long Haochen also held Sheng Cai'er's hand.

"The two of us will always be with you!" Feng Ling smiled slightly.

not far away.

Yang Haohan was watching this scene with satisfaction, but Shengyue was in a bad mood.

He stared at Long Haochen closely, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn two big holes in Long Haochen.

This, this...are they holding hands already?

"See, you should interact more with other children. Look, your granddaughter has become much more cheerful." Yang Haohan said with a smile.

"Long Haochen!" Sheng Yue gritted her teeth.

Inside the palace.

Feng Ling and Long Haochen held Sheng Caier's hands on the left and right.

"Come on, Cai'er, come to our house and play. My mother misses you." Feng Ling said and took the two of them to her home.

"Okay!" Sheng Caier answered sincerely.

The three of them left hand in hand.

Along the way, several people were talking and laughing, and the smile on Sheng Caier's face never disappeared.

Just when the three were about to go home, a young man appeared in front of them.

The young man was tall, with broad shoulders and back. He wore a mask on his face and a clean and neat black robe. He looked handsome and exuded a confident and arrogant temperament.

"I heard that two geniuses came to the Holy City. You must be Feng Ling and Long Haochen!" The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, looking extremely arrogant.

He simply ignored the blind girl Sheng Caier and accurately locked onto Feng Ling and Long Haochen.

"Who are you?" Feng Ling frowned slightly.

"Knights Templar, Han Yu, a fourth-order peak knight, the best of the younger generation of Knights Templar!" Han Yu looked very confident.