Dragon Emperor, Martial God

"Dragon Emperor Martial God"

The engine roared, and Zhuang Meifeng almost stepped on the accelerator all the way, racing like crazy, as if she was competing with someone.

Who else can compete with, just sit next to the cruel thief.

After the car started, she bit her lips lightly and remained silent, as if she was concentrating on driving, but Ling Yun peeked at her and saw that her eyes were red and her beautiful eyes were like mist.

The speed of returning was at least twice as fast as when Zhuang Meifeng came alone. It didn't take long for Ling Yun to see that familiar street and that familiar courtyard.

This is the courtyard that Ling Yun rented with Tang Meng when he first started practicing, and he has already bought it now.

After the Mid-Autumn Demon Demon Conference, Zhuang Meifeng returned to Qingshui, and lived here naturally, and also renovated it, but it was restored as before. The furniture and things that Ling Yun personally bought at the beginning have not been moved, and even the location has not changed. Pass.

The car stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, and the two got out of the car. Zhuang Meifeng took out the key to open the door, and opened the door first.

She didn't deliberately greet Ling Yun, because Ling Yun is not a guest, but the owner of this place, he is returning to his home, what is the greeting?

It was this scene like an ordinary couple returning home that made Ling Yun feel warmer. With a smile on his face, he followed Zhuang Meifeng step by step into the hospital, and was about to turn around and close the door habitually.

"What kind of door do you close in broad daylight? You don't need to close it." Zhuang Meifeng's voice was mixed with a trace of reproach.

Ling Yun: "..."

Well, get used to it.

Ling Yun stopped closing the door, raised his hand and touched his nose to hide his embarrassment, but found it a little funny.

With Lingyun's current strength and Lingyun Group's current influence in Qingshui City, it really doesn't make any difference whether the gate of this courtyard is closed or not.

"Go back to the house and stay."

Zhuang Meifeng left behind a word, went straight to the kitchen, washed her hands and made soup.

She seldom speaks, her words are simple, and her tone is very natural. Obviously, she and Ling Yun are "reunited after a long absence", but they act like a husband and wife who have lived together for a long time.

So Ling Yun didn't say much, he went directly into the room, sat on the sofa carelessly, quietly let go of a trace of consciousness, covered the kitchen, and peeked at the busy and slim figure dressed like a butterfly.

He didn't wait too long, and soon Zhuang Meifeng brought four exquisite side dishes and a bowl of hot soup to the table, and also brought steaming rice.

"Three days after farewell, you should look at him with admiration. Meifeng, you have great cooking skills!"

How Ling Yun perceives it now, he doesn't need to taste it, but just sense it with his divine sense, and he knows that the food is delicious, and he can't help but praise it.

Zhuang Meifeng chuckled when she heard this, and gave Ling Yun a blank look: "It's just breakfast, what's there to brag about? Really!"

"Let's eat quickly."

She stuffed the tableware she brought into Ling Yun's hand, urged Ling Yun to eat, then sat down beside him, watching him eat.

In fact, I was very proud of myself. After all, in the past few months, apart from the crazy training and the daily management of Lingyun Group, Zhuang Meifeng spent the only free time she had on cooking.

Not for anything else, just for the day when he returns, he can eat a meal cooked by her own hands.

Ling Yun didn't say much, and immediately started to eat, especially the soup, he drank as much as Zhuang Meifeng made, and he drank three bowls in a row before stopping.

In fact, he is not hungry. At the current state, even if he does not eat for several months, his body does not feel much hunger.

But in the same way, as long as Ling Yun wants to eat, he can eat whatever he wants, just like ordinary people, and he can eat a lot without feeling any resistance from his body.

He was very quiet and thought about moving, why did he come back to Qingshui City? What you taste is the smoke and fire in the world.

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

After Ling Yun was full,

Zhuang Meifeng put away the bowls and chopsticks contentedly, and asked intentionally or not.

"I miss you, come back and have a look." Ling Yun replied casually.

"Pooh."

Zhuang Meifeng didn't believe it at all, and thought that adding "we" after "you" might be similar.

Of course it's impossible to really say it.

With Ling Yun's current level of strength and status, she is very content to be able to take the time to come back and eat the meal she cooked.

Just then Ling Yun said with a smile: "Miss Zhuang's Pharmaceutical Group, general manager of Lingyun Group, now lives in such a shabby and dilapidated small courtyard, who will believe it?"

Zhuang Meifeng glared at him: "Are you in charge? Yes!"

Ling Yun laughed and stopped teasing.

At this moment, the eyes of the two met, and they looked at each other, each understanding.

Why Zhuang Meifeng wants to live here, needless to say, we both know each other, because the two have the most stories here.

Bowl.

Since she was concerned about Ling Yun, Zhuang Meifeng naturally paid close attention to Ling Yun's whereabouts in the past few months. She dared not disclose the details, but she knew Ling Yun's general whereabouts and every battle.

Ling Yun couldn't be contacted, but there was Tang Meng, Tie Xiaohu, and even Ling Yue who had been to Qingshui City some time ago.

Especially Tang Meng and Tie Xiaohu knew everything about her.

Nonsense, Tie Xiaohu personally experienced, in order to save Zhuang Meifeng, Lingyun beat Jingxinan to pieces at the Demon Fu Conference.

Ling Yun could leave his mobile phone and communicator in the Taixu ring forever, but Tang Meng and Tie Xiaohu would not dare to beat him to death.

"Is there anything I need to do when I come back this time?"

Zhuang Meifeng asked very seriously, she really hoped to help Ling Yun, because she knew in her heart that the chances of helping Ling Yun in the future would become less and less.

"I don't have anything specific, I just want to come back and have a look. Anyway, Qingshui City is my root."

Ling Yun shook his head, answered the question first, took advantage of the conversation, and directly opened the chatter box, briefly describing his experience in the past period, and proactively informed the other party of some details.

When Ling Yun was in his infancy, before he rose up, he and Zhuang Meifeng got acquainted, and the several battles were all for her, so in Ling Yun's heart, she was still different after all.

"So when I came back this trip, I really just came back to take a look and deal with some chores by the way."

After listening to Ling Yun's narration, Zhuang Meifeng was thrilled, but also inevitably had regrets that could not be concealed. She tried her best to calm down, bit her lower lip and said.

Ling Yun's cultivation entered the realm too fast, and his current strength is too strong. He gallops across China in an invincible posture, roaring across the Kyushu.

And she has cultivated so hard, but she is still getting further and further away from Ling Yun, which makes her feel helpless.

Of course, it's not just herself, many people she knows, many girls around e Lingyun are the same, no one can keep up with Lingyun's cultivation speed.

Except for that night star.

At the demon-subduing conference, Ling Yun and Ye Xingchen came side by side and smashed half of China's ancient martial arts world together. This is Zhuang Meifeng's personal experience.

That night, the peerless demeanor and terrifying strength displayed by Ye Xingchen, the Saintess of the Demon Sect, was really despairing.

It's not just Zhuang Meifeng, it is estimated that as long as it is a girl who has a crush on Ling Yun, anyone who sees Ye Xingchen will feel a sense of despair.

That kind of despair is a despair that makes it difficult for people to even feel jealous, or in other words, can't help but voluntarily dispel it.

Sure enough, when Ling Yun came back from this trip, he almost didn't talk about all the worldly affairs, and he almost didn't have this concept in his mind.

She works overtime every day, takes it seriously, and wants to relieve Ling Yun's worries as much as possible, in his eyes, it is already an insignificant trivial matter, a chore.

Zhuang Meifeng's heart turned back and forth, and the hope in her beautiful eyes naturally dimmed.

"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

"People have to compare themselves with themselves."

Ling Yun felt Zhuang Meifeng's emotions, he said intentionally or unintentionally, but his expression became serious.

"It's a big deal now, and I finally have some leisure, so I come back to accompany you for a few days, nothing else is important, the main thing is to guide your cultivation."

"Then, go to the East China Sea and get back the lid of Shennongding before New Year's Day!"