"Little brother is right."

Long Qian felt unhappy and felt aroused, but unexpectedly, he suddenly resonated.

She turned her head and looked at the honest and flattering brother of the common people, pursing her lips.

"We have all heard that King Ling was in trouble in order to quell the turmoil in Jinghua Mountain."

"I don't know what he is doing now, alas! I hope he can be fine." The elder brother shook his head and sighed.

"Yes." The man sitting opposite him also sighed, "I hope the King of Ling doesn't have any problems!"

"When King Ling got married, he suppressed the war everywhere and always put the people first, he is a real hero!" Another person sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone spoke, either holding on to the King of Ling or admiration.

Long Qian looked at them, a little confused.

This was the first time she heard others praise the King of Ling. Shouldn’t she be cold-blooded, cruel, or something?

It was not until Feiyun's five fingers swayed in front of Long Qian for a while that she realized.

Long Qian stood up and followed him toward the horse beside him.

"Why were you lost your mind just now?" Feiyun untied a horse and handed her the reins.

"Do I have it?" Long Qian took the horse rope, "But it's very strange, why do everyone seem to like the King of Ling?"

Feiyun curled his lips slightly, jumped and got on the horse.

"Then what kind of person do you think King Ling is? I heard you are afraid of him."

If you remember correctly, the news was obtained from the gossip of Dingdang.

Long Qian stepped on the horse and grabbed his head: "No! How is that possible?"

She actually wanted to say: How could she not be afraid?

To her, he was more than cold-blooded? It was simply terrifying!

"The King of Ling and the Ninth Prince are both the same type of people, and they don't like to explain." Feiyun grabbed the horse's belly.

"Let's go, you'll see him soon."

"Hey." Long Qian also clamped his horse's belly and chased after him, "Which eye did you see that I wanted to see him?"

"How could King Ling be the same as Uncle Nine Emperor? Uncle Nine Emperor is much cute, but King Ling is not cute at all."

Feiyun didn't say anything, and Long Qian didn't say anything else.

The two rode their horses and walked forward quickly. At noon, they arrived in front of a mountain.

There is no way ahead.

Feiyun looked at the steep mountain and asked softly: "Are you sure you want to pass by here?"

"Do you have a better choice?" Long Qian jumped off the horse.

Feiyun shook his head and got off the horse.

"The jungle is taller than I thought, and although it only looks like a short peak on the right, it doesn't look easy."

He doesn't care, she is so delicate that she can persevere?

"If you don't leave, I'll leave." Long Qian left without any delay.

Feiyun pulled his bag off the horse's back with one hand and followed with great strides.

More than an hour later, they finally walked through the messy jungle.

"What?" Feiyun was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Long Qian was also shocked. Who would have thought that the only place to go up the mountain was full of snakes?

It is dense and dark, making people's scalp numb.

The person beside him suddenly became half short.

Long Qian turned his head and looked at Feiyun who was squatting down: "What are you going to do?"

"Carry you over."

He knew that she would stick to it!

"No." Long Qian took off the cloth bag around her waist, "You didn't see it, even on the cliff?"

"The snake is poisonous. If you get bitten, who will take me up?"

Long Qian squatted down and unbuttoned the cloth bag rope.

Feiyun looked at the small cloth bag in her hand and frowned slightly: "Isn't this something you said you could exchange for silver? Is it useful?"

"Of course." Long Qian stood up and walked forward.
Chapter completed!