After entering the male channel, I disbanded the male protagonist’s harem

Both of them were dressed in black. Yan Ling was half a step behind Shen San and was being held by a man without a child in his arms.

Yang Cui suppressed the excitement in her heart, took the initiative to greet me, and whispered: "Master Ling, you are finally here. I wonder if you still remember me?"

Yan Ling turned her head awkwardly, the wide brim of her hat completely covering her face, and a strand of black hair swayed in the air as she nodded.

"My lord, are you...?"

Shen San answered impatiently: "The people are here, it's time for you to fulfill your promise to me, right?"

It was too dark, and only a faint light shone on the three of them, so they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

Yang Cui rolled her eyes on the spot: "Get out of here, dead man. What do you mean when I talk to Lord Ling?"

"Presumptuous!" Shen San was about to explode. Ever since he became a red priest and got used to living under one person in Shenyu Continent, no one has dared to talk to him like this for a long time.

Yan Ling grabbed his sleeve and said, "Go away first. I'll talk to her alone."

"No!" Shen San retorted subconsciously.

Yang Cui stared closely at Yan Ling's figure. In the bright and dim light, she was almost only a shadow.

My Lord's voice...why is it so hoarse?
It is common for Yumen to have hoarse voices. After all, all living beings are equal under the turbid air.

However, Lord Ling shouldn't be like this.

At least it shouldn't be so hoarse. In the memory, the woman who saved her that day was like a fairy descending to the earth. Among all the dark-colored feathered people, she was rarely dressed in white, with a plain face, and a slightly imperceptible hoarseness in her voice. She sounded like A heroic woman.

It's definitely not now, like rough sandpaper rubbing, it doesn't sound like a woman's voice at all.

"Since I have agreed to come here with you, what else do you have to worry about?" Yan Ling continued.

After a long while, Shen San slowly stepped aside.

Although they were giving way, the distance was very stingy. At most, they could only stand one more person. As long as they were not deaf, they could hear clearly what they were saying.

Yan Ling understood that this was his final bottom line.

Not far away from the three of them, Song Yihe stared intently.

Because there was almost no shelter in this area, Song Yihe did not dare to get too close. He could only judge the stage of their conversation based on the postures of several people.

"Hey, look, are they having an argument?" Song Yihe whispered in Yaniang's ear.

Ya Niang shook her head, expressing her ignorance, and asked: "God Envoy, why do you insist on Yang Cui asking to meet Master Ling?"

"Because whether she comes or not, Shen San will reveal her secret." Song Yihe whispered to her.

If Master Ling doesn't come, it will definitely prove that the three priests have something evil in mind, but now that she comes, how can this be proved?

"But isn't Master Ling here to help him persuade Yang Cui?" Yaniang asked.

"Just wait and see." Song Yihe was confident.

She had seen Yan Ling's current appearance. If these two people hadn't praised "Master Ling" to the sky in front of her, who would have guessed that the woman who raised her children alone in an uninhabited courtyard was once a genius who attracted everyone's attention. Girl?

On Yang Cui's side, after Shen San walked away, she asked cautiously: "Master Ling... how have you been doing these past few years?"

Yan Ling's eyes were open blankly, unable to answer the question. He only handed out the feather card and said: "Captain Yangcui, since I am here, please agree to his request."

"Okay, as long as it's what you ask, Yang Cui will definitely do it. But, I want to see you, is that okay?"

Yan Ling waved his hand, not wanting her to see what he looked like now.Yang Cui was silent for a while, "Do you... resent me? If you hadn't met me, if you hadn't saved me back then, you wouldn't be what you are today."

"No, don't think too much about it." The feather card handed out by Yan Ling was still in the air. She sighed and wanted to comfort her: "I have never regretted saving you."

Yang Cui's extremely tense body suddenly relaxed and she took a deep breath.

She was filled with guilt and was finally released from prison with these words.

"...Thank you." A slightly crying voice sounded.

"Good child, don't cry." Yan Ling's tone became softer, comforting her like an elder.

But in fact, the age difference between the two is only seven or eight years.

"Yeah." Yang Cui took the feather card with trembling hands, and suddenly felt Yan Ling's index finger scratching the palm of her hand.

In the flash of lightning, she thought of something.

At that time, Yanling had just rescued Xiao Yangcui and was seriously injured, especially his eyes. The bright red blood could not be wiped away.

Little Yangcui was so frightened that she cried: "Sister, what's wrong with you? You don't want to die."

"It's okay, just a little injury." Yan Ling's voice was soft, and there was no trace of pain. "It's just that I can't see now. Could you please take me back to the city, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiao Yangcui agreed, but she was too scared just now, and now she started crying and burping. She failed to remind her several times in time, causing Yan Ling to trip and fall, causing many scratches on her body.

"I... hiccup... I didn't... hiccup... mean it, hiccup... I'm sorry... hiccup... sister." Xiao Yangcui helped her up hard, and hiccupped faster.

Yan Ling touched her head and made an agreement with her: "Forget it, you don't have to say anything. If there is an obstacle in front of you, just scratch my palm to remind me, how about it?"

This time, they went much more smoothly.

Yang Cui's hand paused for a while, and Yan Ling scratched it again.

Now, she was sure it wasn't an illusion.

Yang Cui calmly took away the feather card and thought about Yan Ling's meaning.

Could it be... that the ghost envoy really got it right?
"Okay, okay, Ling'er is not in good health. I'll take her back first. As for you, don't forget to promise me." Shen San was already impatient with waiting. When he saw Yang Cui taking the feather card, he couldn't wait to come and separate them. both.

Yang Cui played with the feather card and asked, "What's the hurry? There are still many details that haven't been discussed, so why not just talk about it here."

"I'll send her back first..."

The moment Shen San turned around with Yan Ling, Yang Cui suddenly took action, her left hand reaching for Shen San's back like electricity. While he was reacting, a soft black whip wrapped around Yan Ling's waist and brought her towards him.

At the same time, he shouted: "Come out and help!"

The Dragon chanting sword unsheathed itself and rushed towards Shen San like an arrow from the string. Immediately afterwards, Song Yihe and Yaniang rushed to Yang Cui's side.

It all happened so fast, and in just a blink of an eye, the situation was turned upside down.

Shen San was standing on the opposite side, with the Dragon Sword pressed against his throat, his face livid: "You are actually hanging out with the lackeys of Shenyin Continent, are you crazy?!"

Ya Niang retorted: "I think you are the lackey of Shenyin Continent!"

Yang Cui was even more indifferent. She stretched out her little finger and picked out her ears.Said: "You know, what I believe in is not the God of Feathers, but Lord Ling."

Song Yihe arrogantly waved the feather master's token: "It's really no big or small, third, priest, priest." (End of this chapter)