strongest bodyguard

All this seems to have a dreamlike flavor.

Fang Yu was already prepared to become a puppet of the Blood Demon, but what happened suddenly made Fang Yu a little confused.

This beautiful woman was so skilled that she even broke the blood demon's spell.

Saint Fang Yu, although she had been violated by the Blood Demon before, was startled when she heard this word.

Are the saints of the psychic clan an enemy or a friend? Fang Yu doesn't know yet, but the only thing he knows is that the two guys who came to deal with him are in trouble at this time.

Fang Yu made a gesture, telling Gu Yue, who was protecting him in the darkness, not to act in a hurry.

After doing all this, Fang Yu stood aside and patiently watched Ling Yan'er fight the blood demon and the two old ghosts in black robes.

Fang Yu was very excited. Originally, he was at a disadvantage and could only be beaten. However, some saint from the psychic clan suddenly appeared and saved him without saying a word. Moreover, he even said that he would help him get rid of it.

The identity of the enemy, the hunter and the prey, changed in an instant.

In any case, Fang Yu did not expect that things would develop like this.

However, Fang Yu also knew that if this saint of the psychic clan did not appear, his next situation would be really troublesome.

Whether it's the blood demon or the old ghost in black robes, these two guys are not easy to deal with. The masters of the ghost clan are not easy to deal with.

Slowly exhaling, Fang Yu was secretly happy in his heart. Who said there was no good thing in the sky? He had encountered it today.

However, Fang Yu was also a little worried at this time. Although this saint from the psychic clan was helping him for the time being, who knew if she would treat the two ghost clan members later after she drove them away?

Take action yourself?

When Fang Yu was thinking this, he suddenly heard a dull sound, and the blood demon flew upside down like a kite with its string cut off. It didn't stop until it hit a big rock.

As for the old ghost in black robe, he seemed to be defeated at every turn. Finally, after exchanging palms with Ling Yan'er, he quickly retreated away, with blood and energy in his body boiling.

Within a few minutes, the two super masters were defeated by Ling Yan'er.

"Quickly retreat, we, the saints of the psychic clan, will not be our opponents." The blood demon shouted loudly. The black-robed old ghost was stunned for a moment, then turned around and quickly left here with the blood demon.

Ling Yan'er had no intention of chasing after her. When she saw the two ghost clan guys moving away, she turned around and walked up to Fang Yu with a leisurely look on her face. Her steps were light and extremely noble.

"Little boy, I have driven away those guys who bullied you." Ling Yaner said with a smile, her delicate face full of temptation.

"Thank you." Fang Yu nodded and smiled, but felt a little shy about the other party's unwavering eyes.

"Little boy, your surname is Fang, right?" Ling Yan'er looked Fang Yu up and down with a smile on her face.

"Yes." Fang Yu nodded, but felt a little uncomfortable. The Ling Yan'er in front of him looked younger than himself, but he kept calling him a little boy. This seemed to be a bit pretentious.

"Sure enough, you are the grandson of that little guy Fang Ding, right?" Ling Yan'er couldn't help but nodded when she heard Fang Yu's answer, and said with a smile: "That's right, besides that little guy has such a powerful ability, he will

Apart from Sun Tzu, there is no one else who has taught me this way."

"Do you know my old man?" Fang Yu looked at Ling Yan'er, but he was shocked in his heart.

This woman actually called the old man a kid. How old is she?

"Yes, I met that little guy Fang Ding when he was ten years old. I taught him all his skills." Ling Yan'er nodded and said calmly.

"Uh, are you telling the truth?" Fang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and looked up and down at the woman in front of him again, his face full of disbelief.

"Haha, why did I lie to you? Little guy, the psychic ring you are wearing is the one I gave to that little guy Fang Ding back then." Ling Yan'er said lightly, and with one move, she was still in Fang Yu's body.

The ring on his hand suddenly separated from Fang Yu's finger, and then floated in front of Ling Yan'er.

"This..." Fang Yu's mouth opened wide. He looked at his empty hands and then looked at the black ring floating in front of him. He was so shocked that he died.

Could it be that what this woman said was true? Did he really give this black ring to the old man?

"Haha, little guy, I can't explain this kind of thing clearly for a while. I'll tell you again when I have the chance." Ling Yan'er looked Fang Yu up and down, her eyes full of indifference, then turned around and prepared

Leave.

"Please wait, I believe you." Fang Yu couldn't help shouting when he saw the other party turning around and leaving.

"Why do you believe me?" Ling Yan'er said with a smile, her beautiful face full of plainness.

"Let's just go by feeling." Fang Yu said awkwardly. Looking at the black ring on the other person's hand, he felt the urge to snatch it away immediately.

"Little guy, do you want to snatch this psychic ring back?" Ling Yan'er turned around, and a black light flashed in Ling Yan'er's beautiful eyes.

"No, no." Fang Yu shook his head like a rattle.

Ling Yan'er smiled and walked up to Fang Yu: "Little guy, I can know what you are thinking."

"What did you say?" Fang Yu's expression suddenly changed.

"It's nothing. If you don't believe it, I can tell you what you are thinking about now." Ling Yan'er walked up to Fang Yu again and looked into Fang Yu's eyes.

"Little guy, you are thinking wildly now. As for the content, I can't tell you." Ling Yan'er shook her head, "It seems that your personality is similar to that of Fang Yu. They are indeed a pair of grandsons.

Two."

Fang Yu didn't speak. He was still in shock.

After looking up and down again at the saint of the psychic clan in front of him, Fang Yu slowly exhaled, and then said to Ling Yan'er: "I believe what you said now."

"What else?" Ling Yan'er said with a smile, "Do you want to ask me to return this thing to you?"

"Yes." Fang Yu nodded and said bravely.

"Aren't you afraid that those guys will cause trouble for you again?" Ling Yaner asked with a smile.

"Afraid. But I will protect this ring to the death and prevent anyone from taking it away. I swear on my life." Fang Yu said with a serious face.

In Fang Yu's opinion, this so-called psychic ring means a lot to him. He knows that his father's death is related to this black ring.

If Fang Yu wants to investigate the cause of his father's death, this black ring becomes the most critical clue.

Although this black ring belongs to the psychic clan, Fang Yu does not want to return it now.

Moreover, although this thing will bring me a lot of trouble, if it hadn't saved me several times, I would probably be dead now.

"Okay, little guy, your personality is very similar to that of your grandfather. He told me the same thing back then. In this case, I will give this thing to you to keep for a while. You must not let it go.

I'm disappointed." Ling Yan'er nodded with satisfaction, then flicked her finger, and a black light flew towards Fang Yu, and the black ring appeared again on Fang Yu's hand.

Fang Yu smiled lightly, his eyes full of joy.

"Thank you, Saint..." Fang Yu raised his head, and at this moment, the beautiful figure in front of him disappeared.

A dull voice suddenly spread.

"Little guy, you must develop the ability of the psychic ring as soon as possible, otherwise, you will be unlucky if you meet a master of the ghost clan."

"Thank you, I understand." Fang Yu nodded.

Not long after Ling Yaner disappeared, Fang Yu drove towards the He family villa with a smile on his face.

…

In the deep night, on a large empty mountain, a figure appeared there, so ethereal that no one knew how she appeared out of thin air.

With her noble temperament and beautiful face, she is like a fairy in the moon palace, unconventional.

She rested her hands on her back without any arrogance, as if that was her style.

Ling Yan'er's face was calm. Recalling the little boy she saw today, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, but soon, the curve quickly subsided and was replaced by a calm expression.

A figure flashed and appeared behind Ling Yan'er, and then half-knelt down.

"Holy girl, I have already investigated what you want me to do." The man said respectfully, without even raising his head.

"Tell me, how many ghosts are there in Hong Kong this time?" Ling Yan'er's voice was very calm, but when she talked about the ghosts, an invisible sense of chilling suddenly spread.

"This time the ghost clan sent out a lot of troops, more than twenty of them apparently. Their goal seems to be your psychic ring, the saint."

"I know." Ling Yan'er nodded, but there was a trace of disdain on her beautiful face, "With those people, how can they get the psychic ring?"

"Saint girl, why don't you take back the psychic ring? In that case, you can get the inheritance of the Spirit King in the clan's main hall." The man looked at Ling Yan'er with some confusion, obviously there was a chance that he could get it back.

thing, why not do that?

"Lingyou, you don't understand these things. Now, I will issue an order to you." Ling Yan'er said, "From today on, Lingyou, you will protect the little boy for me uninterruptedly. If anything happens to him,

If something unexpected happens, I will cause trouble for you."

"Yes, Saint." Lingyou nodded numbly. When he came out of the clan, the Spirit King told him that no matter what orders the Saint gave him, he must obey.

"Okay, let's go. I want to be alone for a while." Ling Yaner gave up and Lingyou's figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

"Haha, little guy Fang Ding, this time, you owe me a favor again." Ling Yan'er smiled slightly, and a letter appeared out of thin air in her hand. The signature was the old man's name. Soon, a wave of

Purple flames suddenly appeared, burning the letter into ashes and slowly spreading over the barren mountain.