After Lu Jun explained some things behind Jiuyou, he left in a daze.
The other party pretended to be reluctant to leave, and told her that if anything happened, she could call her by lighting a candle and shining it in the mirror.
"I will definitely come to protect you."
Lu Jun sneered at this and was too lazy to pay attention to this drama queen. He was in a hurry to go back to his sister, and Lu Mei would be worried.
Buzz!
After a moment, he activated the evil abyss space teleportation. After a flash of silver light, he quietly appeared not far outside the ancient capital city. He passed the inspection of the city guard mage and entered smoothly.
When Lu Jun arrived at the hotel where he was staying temporarily, the ruined structure had long been repaired by the earth mage, an expert in infrastructure construction.
Across the room, he could feel the fiery breath in his soul. He knocked on the door and shouted, "Sister, I'm back."
clatter! When he opened the door, his sister's graceful figure appeared, and she threw herself at him, and the sound of flesh colliding was heard.
In an instant, Lu Jun was so violently shocked that he took a few steps back.
He subconsciously wrapped his arms around Lu Mei's slender yet plump waist, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.
Then, before Lu Jun could react, a pair of white jade hands held both cheeks, facing a mature and charming face in front of him.
Lu Mei looked her brother up and down, nodded with satisfaction and then frowned and said, "It's fine that he's not hurt. It's just that your face is so ugly. You're not in a good mood. Why are you not happy to see your sister?"
"Is there any?" He was startled, turned his hands and the water gathered into a dull water mirror. After looking at it, he realized that his face was gloomy and cold, and he didn't look like a good person.
In the spiritual world, Ding Yumian's main soul spoke at the right time, and the voice transmission from his mind was slightly tired: "You have been continuously affected by the emperor's armor."
"The undead's vast negative emotions, full of violence, resentment, and killing, are quietly eroding your subconscious, and sooner or later you will be replaced by another personality."
"I'm helping you clean up all the time now, but it can't always be like this. Your psychic system needs to be promoted to a high level as soon as possible in order to reach the subconscious level and suppress this negative emotion, or..."
Ding Yumian hesitated a little and said shyly: "Look for a positive emotional hedge, just like you are now."
Hearing this, Mr. Lu's expression was solemn. He did not expect that the influence of the ancient king's armor would appear so quickly, and he had underestimated it.
He looked at the concerned sister in front of him and told the truth.
"What are you saying that the ancient king's armor robe that just appeared was you?!"
Although Lu Mei had some guesses, she was also shocked by the truth and covered her mouth in surprise.
Immediately she asked worriedly: "The negative emotions are eroding, are you okay?"
"Seize time and improve your cultivation. I also have a double guarantee."
Lu Jun's words were concise and to the point, but he didn't notice his sister's thoughtful look, which seemed to have ideas on how to regulate positive emotions.
"Forget it, as long as you come back safely, the difficulties will be solved."
Lu Mei said softly, she was not the kind of woman to be coy. What her brother did was very dangerous, but they needed this power.
At this time, someone came outside the door. It was a guard mage. It was obvious that Han Ji had received the news of his return and invited him to visit the Bell Tower Magic Association.
Probably about the rewards and merits after the war.
Lu Jun hurriedly bid farewell to Lu Mei and went happily. Under the leadership of the Imperial Guard Master, he arrived at the hall of the bell tower.
The old man Han Ji is already waiting here, and next to him is Mo Fan who is covered in bandages.
As soon as he saw Mo Fan, he joked: "Isn't the demon relic easy to use?"
"It's easy to use." Mo Fan looked bitter and cursed: "But the side effects are serious. I will never participate in this kind of thing again. Whoever wants to go can go."
"Hahaha."
Han Ji laughed heartily and didn't care. He knew that Mo Fan had a sense of justice and was just talking about it. If something really happened, he would be the first to rush forward.
Some people don’t look at what he says, but rather what he does.
After the laughter stopped, Han Ji looked at the two high-spirited young people and was extremely satisfied. She first said to Mo Fan: "I remember that you want to participate in the National Battle, but you don't have the National Recommendation Ticket."
"In this way, I have discussed with the senior officials of the ancient capital. The Magic Association, the Tribunal and other major forces have come up with three tickets, which is enough for you to be escorted all the way to the national team as a substitute."
"In addition, in order to prevent the Black Vatican's revenge and the Holy City's sanctions, we will help you keep the demonization a secret. To promote your reputation, we need to decrypt it to the outside world at the right time."
Han Ji said in a gentle tone: "I just wronged you two."
"it's okay no problem."
Mo Fan was happy that the government ticket issue that he had been worrying about was easily solved.
"These are all trivial." Han Ji coughed lightly and said, "Whatever you want in terms of physical things, I will give you full support within the scope of the ancient times."
"Really? Can we get seven or eight galactic veins?"
Hearing this, Mo Fan's eyes lit up and the lion opened his mouth.
Han Ji's old face stiffened and he said awkwardly: "The ancient capital has no money. It is a backward region in the west. There have been too many victims in this war and we need subsidies and funds for reconstruction."
"Really?" Mo Fan scratched his head, remembered something and said hesitantly: "I want the most noble feather coat collected in the ancient capital museum, [Glaze Phoenix Feather]."
"This antique is fine."
After saying this, Han Ji readily agreed. Although the feather coat contained extraordinary meaning and was a priceless treasure of history, the friendship of the savior was infinite.
Lu Jun glanced at Mo Fan and had an impression that the Glazed Phoenix Feather should have been a super-grade heaven-level magic tool in ancient times. After the years of war, it became mutilated and its magic power was gone.
It is suspected to be directly related to Suzaku, worn by the totem guardian back then.
Then Mo Fan happily took the reward and rushed to Huashan to practice in seclusion and recover his magic power as soon as possible.
Mo Fan had a very simple idea. He had seen the ancient capital using restoration technology to present the gorgeous picture of Yuyi when it was brand new. He decided to restore it completely one day and give it to Xinxia. (Original text)
Han Ji and Lu Jun were the only two people left in the hall. They looked at each other and said to themselves, "Old fox/little fox."
Han Ji didn't lie. The ancient capital did not have funds, but he had to consider Lu Jun's contribution in this change. It was almost the whole plan, especially when he killed a cardinal. The reputation and credit must go to Lu Jun.
So he pondered for a while and then asked tentatively: "You also have the votes for the national government. How about I give you a position as an honorary member of the ancient capital?"
Lu Jun was surprised. He never thought that Han Ji would take the initiative to mention: "Can I do it? I am only a high-level practitioner."
"Of course." Han Ji said with a smile on his face: "You saved the entire city, not to mention the position of councillor. Our ancient capital will be your most solid backing from now on."
"Besides, your strength is enough to wipe out an army of undead warriors alone. It's not much weaker than the super level. You are worthy of your name."
"However, Councilor Glory's location will not be made public until we decrypt it."
Lu Jun nodded with satisfaction: "No problem, thank you Mr. Han for the promotion."
(End of chapter)
