"Assistant Lin!"

The sudden explosion shocked the members of the field team of the General Office and their scalp was numb. Without thinking, they knew that there was something wrong with Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong. So after the collapse of Fengshen Platform subsided, they rushed in and carried out a carpet-style search. Fortunately, the target of the search was very conspicuous. The only open space in the ruins was as obvious as a living target. The team members were overjoyed when they saw Lin Yingkong, but before they could relax, they found that the person in Lin Yingkong's arms... seemed to be their minister, the secret master who would not fall down on the battlefield even if he was seriously injured.

No matter how many points Zhu Mengtian and the others have in their usual psychological assessment, they suddenly think of the worst result. The prediction made their feet soft and their eyes turn black, and they almost stumbled into a flash. Lin Yingkong, who was still trying to awaken Feng Rong, didn't care about their mood. After hearing the movement, he immediately turned around and shouted: "Bingqiao comes here, come right now!"

E Jingbai raised his hand and hugged Di Bingqiao, who was still weak. He jumped to him and Feng Rong several times. Di Bingqiao knelt down without saying a word and started to check on Feng Rong. When she opened her medical box, she found that her hand was shaking uncontrollably. Di Bingqiao took a deep breath and found the calm that a doctor should have, and said concisely: "Where is the injury?"

"Soul Attack," Lin Yingkong couldn't help but close his eyes hard, suppressing the painful feeling of watching Feng Rong's soul being torn together by the people from the Holy Doll Kingdom and the doll in the body of the Son of God. "The soul was assimilated, and the host was hurt and the minister was also attacked."

Di Bingqiao was stunned. She thought of the branch members who were still lying at the headquarters of the Ling Security Bureau. She had handled this case personally, so she quickly discovered the similarities in the injuries between the two parties. All the consequences were circling and turning in Di Bingqiao's mind, which made her feel dizzy and want to vomit. "...What is the assimilation rate?"

"I don't know," Lin Yingkong's hands holding Feng Rong subconsciously tightened. He heard his voice and said, "Sorry, I was not able to be with the minister in time."

"This is not your fault," Di Bingqiao said carefully, "But I'm sorry, Assistant Lin, the Minister is just like those members... I'm sorry, I can't do anything."

Zhu Mengtian and Ding Youlan rushed over one step later, and now they were all stunned in place - the dark leopard who is always proud, strong, and strode forward and never looks back, they feel that they will never collapse. The minister who is stronger and stronger because of his strong heart will lose in the battle with other people's souls and be assimilated by other people's souls?

At this moment, a burst of laughter filled with madness, with joy and joy suddenly sounded, and it seemed extremely horrible in the dead atmosphere. The field team of the General Office looked along the source of the sound and Kong Ling, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly stood up. He smiled loudly and uncontrollably like a person who finally got what he wanted and lost control, but he was also sad for the bitterness he had been persisting for many years. There was even a broken pain that had not disappeared in his eyes, mixed with a sense of ecstasy. He turned into a madman, his picturesque handsome face was distorted, and his clear spirit temperament was wiped out. He smiled and said, "He can never wake up again. He dedicated the power of soul regeneration to the Son of God. This is his honor, his supreme honor, he will sleep with this grace, and sleep forever in his own memories... Um!!!"

The laughter suddenly stopped abruptly. The shadow under Lin Yingkong's feet was dragged like a long evil beast. He circled Kong Ling's whole body with a violent temper. He suddenly applied force. Lin Yingkong looked at him, his lips were pursed flat, and the sharpness in his pupils overflowed without reservation, as if he wanted to instantly tie him to pieces - no, he really planned to kill Kong Ling!

Even if it is done like it, the wood is always wood. The black shadow is enough to tie people into two parts to make Kongling make the whole person make the crunching sound of wood collide and misalign. The subtle cracks have already swam to his neck. However, death is coming in front of him, he is not afraid at all. Kongling still makes an intermittent laugh with a suffocating breath, as if the surprise at that moment completely destroyed his mind. He smiled and suddenly murmured two words, which are still the lip of the "Son of God".

The sudden accident of the minister was already shocked by the members of the field team of the General Office. Even if they could react, they would not plead for the person who harmed their minister. Even if this person had a thousand ten thousand words worthy of pitiful reasons. It was time to say that, in fact, in just a few blinks, Lin Yingkong almost turned Kong Ling into pieces of wood slag, and suddenly a soft force was inserted between the two, and the attack in Lin Yingkong's full state was easily turned into clean!

Kong Ling, who was forced to let go, fell to the ground all of a sudden, and couldn't help coughing and retching because of suffocation, but a sound from behind interrupted all his movements.

"A Ling, why are you doing this?" Someone sighed and helplessly said. The familiar voice made Kong Ling easily distinguish it even if she had never heard it for thousands of years. Even the nickname... was unique.

Kong Ling turned around stiffly, and what caught his eye was a familiar but unfamiliar figure, only the beautiful and warm eyes in his eyes... Kong Ling suddenly collapsed. For more than a hundred years, hundreds of months, tens of thousands of days and nights, he kept tens of himself tightened his whole body, endured the desperate despair, and did not remind himself of the abandoned one. But today, the person who abandoned him appeared in front of him in this familiar posture. All his pride and all his persistence collapsed instantly. Kong Ling sat dumbly on the ground and no longer had the strength to approach his god.

——As long as he saw, he had been persistent for so long, but in fact he could be satisfied with just one glance, even if he exchanged his life for it.

However, the few people from the field team of the General Office were stunned at the young man who suddenly appeared and made Kong Ling calm. Apart from that momentum and look, his face and dress were not the servant of the God of the Lord of the Lord who had been meeting them again in the past two days - Erbo?!

Lin Yingkong stared at Erbo with a cautious and inquiring look for a moment. He suddenly thought of many things, such as Erbo's gentle eyes when he mentioned Kong Ling, such as Erbo's always chaotic memories, his brows slowly gathered up and said, "Son of God, you... have never died?"

"No," Erbo—it should be said that the Son of God shook his head, "This is just a trace of remnant." For thousands of years, he has been incompletely lingering and breathing, staying behind because of his endless thoughts.

But Zhu Mengtian and the others all spread out carefully and vigilantly, and locked up all his retreat with a rigorous state like facing a great enemy - this is... the son of God Huan Feng, who killed himself and the entire country?

Lin Yingkong's face calmed down, but the shadow under his feet danced like a ghost, posing as an attacking posture, twisting and swaying enchantingly, "Kongling will destroy him for you." He hugged Feng Rong and said in a statement tone.

"I'm sorry." The Son of God said, his eyes becoming sad, but he said "I'm sorry", not "I apologize for him", nor did he add empty words like "I couldn't stop him". He abandoned Kongling, but now he still regards Kongling as his own responsibility and bears the consequences of everything he does.

Lin Yingkong did not respond to his apology, and his eyes looked at him suddenly became clear, "Your soul is scattered... The minister's spiritual power has no effect on you."

"I'm sorry for borrowing his spiritual power to make me stick to this place," the Son of God apologized again. He looked at Kong Ling, his eyes soft but also painful, "I didn't expect..."

"You didn't think about anything, so what's the point of standing here?" Lin Yingkong interrupted him, "After you abandoned Kongling, destroyed the entire Zunou Kingdom and continued to hurt my friends and my most important person," his tone was even innocent, but unfortunately the smell of mockery was still wrapped in it like honey, sweet, "What did you come here to do with a wooden shelf and a soul stuck with glue? Sorry?"

The Son of God obviously didn't expect that someone would say this to him and say such words to him, and he was stunned for a moment.

Zhu Mengtian threw out his sword. Even if he didn't understand everything, it would be enough to make him understand a final conclusion, that is, the person in front of him - well, okay, God, is the bastard who made their dear minister not stick to the end for the first time on the battlefield, so he smiled, and said extremely intimately and even overly enthusiastic: "Dear Son of God, oh, will this name make me very polite? If you don't want to return the spiritual power of my minister, or I will pierce your stomach."

The Son of God moved his lips, his eyes so clear that all the compassion and helplessness were clearly revealed, but that kind of selflessness was the look that only God could have, "I think I have no choice..."

"Shut your mouth..." Kong Ling suddenly spoke. He had been slumped on the ground for a long time without moving. He had come from somewhere, slowly supported the ground, and supported himself with a shaky look, moving away from the Son of God, and when it fell on Lin Yingkong and the others, it turned into viciousness. "No one of you can hurt him." He said like this, his expression and stubbornness were no different from a thousand years ago.

——No one can hurt you, whenever, especially, I just found you.
Chapter completed!