Yang Gang held a black knife with gold patterns in his hand, and his blood was rushing all over his body.
Suddenly, an astonishing hot breath surged through the body, ready to go.
"Brother Yang, what are you going to do?"
Song Zhi looked stunned.
The tall body stood in front of him like a wall, but he had no intention of taking action.
He turned to Ye Hongyi and said, "Brother Yang wants to get a top ten seat in advance. Everyone Ye can just give it to him. Why hurt the harmony?"
"???"
Yang Gang couldn't help but be stunned.
I've already set up my stance, but you're actually avoiding the fight? It shouldn't be. With the strength of the giant god clan...is there any special reason?
Ye Hongyi gave Yang Gang a strange look and was about to agree.
Song Zhi's face straightened: "Rules are used to restrain the weak, but for the strong, rules are meant to be broken. Brother Yang can break through and advance to Zhen Gang at any time, and win the title of the leader of the four-party event... it is even easier. "
"Morning or evening makes no difference to him."
Is this... trying to win over me?
Yang Gang understood in his heart and continued to maintain his "cold" persona while watching Song Zhi's performance.
"Yes." Ye Hongyi agreed.
He took a gold-gilded invitation, walked up to Yang Gang, and said softly and softly: "Young Master Yang, please keep the invitation to the four-party event."
"Thank you."
Yang Gang reached out to catch the invitation, and then a green-white finger scratched his palm unintentionally.
"The way you looked just now almost scared the slave family! Geez~~" Ye Hongyi covered her mouth and chuckled. Just as she was about to turn around, her posture suddenly tilted, and she accidentally stepped on the corner of the red skirt with her bare feet, exclaiming. Fall to Yang Gang.
Yang Gang frowned slightly.
Still he reached out and held her waist.
Suddenly there was an itch in her ears, and the woman in red in her arms breathed and whispered: "Wine among flowers, moon among humans. If you don't give up, young master, you can come to the slave's room tonight... and have a drink together. Song Zhi won't be with you." Damn, the slave family is very curious about the golden body with the power of three dragons and three elephants...how powerful it is! Hahaha"
"..."
Yang Gang helped Ye Hongyi up.
He took a deep look at Song Zhi, turned around and walked out of Hongye Tower.
Zhao Ling was already waiting at the door. He took Yang Gang's gold-patterned black knife and followed behind him silently, with a bit of a bad look on his face.
Wine among flowers, moon among humans?
He raised his head and glanced at the moonlight in the sky.
Yang Gang sighed slightly in his heart.
Tonight... I'm afraid it will be an eventful day!
Ye Hongyi, that little goblin, dared to invite her to the boudoir... I'm afraid it's not as simple as it seems.
——
The two quickly returned to the inn where they stayed.
Close the door.
Yang Gang vigilantly checked the environment, couldn't wait to pull Zhao Ling to sit down, and asked: "Tell me, what did you find about the 'key'?"
"...I, I don't know what to say either."
Zhao Ling hesitated for a moment and looked at Yang Gang carefully, fearing that he would be angry.
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
"Um."
Zhao Ling nodded lightly, thought for a moment, and finally said: "Actually... Lin Shao and I once had an engagement."
"Engagement? Ever?" Yang Gang looked surprised.
Zhao Ling observed his face carefully.
Finally, he lowered his head with a hint of disappointment and said, "It's not a marriage contract, it's just a verbal agreement between father and the city lord."
"I didn't think of this until I discovered that Lin Shao and his group were disguised today. My father and the city lord should know something, so...so when I was very young, I and the city lord's third son Lin Shao... …appointed a marriage contract.”
"It's just that after I became an adult, the two families never mentioned this matter again. I thought it was just a joke back then."
Yang Gang asked: "What does the so-called 'key' have to do with this engagement?"
"Because of that engagement...I guess the key may not be something, but...me."
Zhao Ling slowly took off his mask, revealing a face with three plum blossom birthmarks.
"It's you?"
Yang Gang was stunned.
"When my father was young, he eloped with his mother and came to Linbei City." Zhao Ling said calmly: "They suffered from the marriage contract back then, and they always told us brothers and sisters that we would find happiness by ourselves in the future. It was impossible to do it when I was a child. The one who appointed the marriage contract.”
"So... the city lord knows, and so does my father. The people in Titan City must also know something... before they pursue me."
Yang Gang suddenly answered: "So you guess, we have searched all over your body for the 'key' that cannot be found. If it really exists, it can only be you... yourself."
"right."
Zhao Ling touched the plum blossom mark on his face, "Maybe when I get close to the Beihan Tribulation Monument, everything will be clear."
"That's it, that's it..."
Yang Gang's mind was buzzing, and countless chaotic thoughts were sorted out and integrated together.
He suddenly understood a little bit why this chapter of tribulation was called 'Zhanqingwenwen, Quartet Killing Tribulation', and also a little bit understood why Zhao Ling, with his qualifications, would be able to embark on the road to challenge the Heavenly Sword in the future.
Beihan Tribulation Monument!
That magical treasure may help her embark on an impossible path in the future.
And the price...is it Zhan Qingwen?
Then why didn't Lin Wangbei let the Lin family take Zhao Ling away? Maybe...he knew in his heart that he would not be able to guard the Beihan Tribulation Monument, so he didn't tell them this secret.
In order to prevent future generations from having a difficult time getting rid of the knot, they want to take back the treasure day and night.
It's a pity that Lin Wangbei worked hard, and Lin Shao and others finally came back.
Yang Gang couldn't help but sigh: "This is a conspiracy against the Lin and Zhao families when Sifang City was established by the Giant God Clan!"
"Yes." Zhao Ling frowned and said, "But we have to come."
So, why is Zhao Ling that 'key'? Could she have anything to do with the powerful being from the fairyland thousands of years ago?
Previous life?
Or should I say that I was born with some kind of physical constitution that caused my talent to become very poor...
As long as the seal of the Beihan Tribulation Monument is released, some kind of 'seal' on her body will also be released?
"Yang Ling... Otherwise, forget it."
Zhao Ling couldn't help but make a sound when he saw Yang Gang frowning and thinking hard.
"When things have come to this point, how can there be any reason to retreat?" Yang Gang shook his head and flatly refused, "No matter what is wrong with the Beihan Tribulation Monument, I will give it a try. As for you... until the last moment, you still have to go first Don’t get close to the Beihan Tribulation Monument.”
The Beihan Tribulation Monument is not only related to the follow-up cultivation techniques he needs, but also the key to the rise of the Northland Gun Demon.
How could Yang Gang give up so easily?
A calamity is a calamity. Naturally, it can only be overcome by experiencing it personally. Just like the path of spiritual practice, there is progress but no retreat. Otherwise, once death fails, no matter how much experience you have, it will be in vain, and perhaps even the memory of this period will be blurred and disappear.
This is the meaning of the existence of the power of research.
"you……"
Zhao Ling bit her lip and finally did not speak.
He knew that he couldn't change what he had decided.
She didn't understand that after going through so many things, even she had learned to be patient. Why was he... so aggressive, as if there was an invisible beast chasing him behind him.
just in case……
"Okay, you go to bed first, and I will think about how to plan the Beihan Tribulation Monument." Yang Gang glanced at her, but did not say that he was not going to die soon. He was worried that Zhao Ling would not be able to hold back after finding out, and would lose the last support in his heart.
Yang Gang is very aware of his current situation. The sea of consciousness is on the verge of being broken. Even if he condenses the true power, the best case scenario may only extend his lifespan.
Unless there is another chance encounter, otherwise... he may not be able to accompany Zhao Ling until he grows up to become the Northland Gun Demon.
"oh."
Zhao Ling heard the words but did not move, still sitting where he was.
"Is there anything else?" Yang Gang asked.
"No...it's...it's just that Lou Baiyu only booked...a room for us." Zhao Ling lowered his head and said.
"One room?"
Yang Gang couldn't help but shook his head helplessly. From the point of view of Lou Baiyu, it was a matter of course that the young master and the maid shared a room.
"Then go ahead and book another room." He said.
"No... no room left."
A charming figure in red clothes flashed in Zhao Ling's mind.
She lowered her head and whispered: "The inns in Sifang City are now in short supply. There are... no more rooms."
"Have you asked?" Yang Gang looked confused, when did it happen?
"Well, I asked before I came up."
Zhao Ling lowered his head, and a touch of redness crept up to his ears.
The endless night sky, the stars are bright.
A man and a woman were lying on one end of the bed, sleeping soundly with their eyes closed. Zhao Ling put a hand on Yang Gang's foot, looking extremely reassured, as if as long as he was by his side, there would be no fear in the world.
Until a certain moment.
'boom'
There was a loud noise from outside.
"Quick! Capture the Linbei City rebels!"
Yang Gang suddenly opened his eyes and moved Zhao Ling's feet away.
The real "gathering" of all parties has begun!
