Hearing this, Ling Feitong laughed and said, "I'm worried that I'll beat you to doubt your life. Your Highness has a problem with me. Since you are so confident, let's have a try."

The trainer reluctantly nodded. He had already made the plan to only play 10% of his strength and let Ling Feitong know.

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He, a direct line of Immortal King who had been in the army for six years and nine years, was defeated more than once by the lover who had just started fighting training!

God, will he have the face to hang out in front of his highness? Do you still have the face to meet those brothers who are desperate?

He, he just wants to cry now!

"Still playing?" Ling Feitong asked.

"No more fighting."

Ling Feitong keeps smiling.

The soldier was trembling with the smile.

After more than half a year, there was a real fight. Ling Feitong was satisfied with his undeveloped fighting skills.

Strength is not the most difficult to practice. Rhythm and combat sensitivity are the most difficult. As long as they are not forgotten and remain proficient, sooner or later they will return to the peak period before.

Ling Feitong has confidence in himself.

As a result of the mood is good, Ling Feitong early ended his training today.

Looking at the sky outside, the sun was setting and the clouds were red. Before it was too late, Ling Feitong took a bath, changed a suit of casual clothes, said hello to steward Calvin, and took a private car to go to the capital of the sun and the moon.

Ling Feitong went straight to the seventh floor, which he had been thinking about all day.

He opened the terminal and inserted the small program. He opened the dialog box with King Arthur in a worried and expectant mood. However, the message above was the message he sent yesterday.

Ling Feitong's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Why not reply?

Didn't you see it, or was there no signal?

Or What happened?

Ling Feitong heart incomparably resists the worst possibility, but his reason tells him that he must prepare for the worst.

Ling Feitong couldn't sit still. He wanted to do something at once, but he didn't know what he could do - go back to the home of the shivier Empire? It's impossible that Arthur has left sheville with his two sons, and according to his understanding of Arthur, Arthur will never sneak back to sheville.

To Lingda Empire?

It is even more impossible, because he does not have the pass of Lingda Empire, nor can he find three people like dust in the vast starry sea.

What's more, his current status, not to mention leaving the West dawn Empire, even leaving the castle of Mecca, should be reported to the steward of Calvin.

Ling Feitong squatted on the ground, staring at the terminal until he heard the sound of the elevator door. Then he stood up and walked into the store as if there were no one else. He picked up some precious basic materials of mecha energy stone.

Carelessly brush the card, Ling Feitong with the smile of the manager personally packed materials, left the city of the moon.

On the way back, Ling Feitong looked at the night scene outside, feeling depressed to the extreme.

Time and again with hope, but again and again disappointed.

In the evening, when Ling Feitong has finished washing and is ready to have a rest, his terminal suddenly rings.

Ling Feitong saw that it was mojiahua's number.

Ling Feitong Click to connect.

Mojiahua uses video communication. On the light screen, he has taken off his military uniform and put on his home clothes. Under the yellowish light, it looks a little softer than usual.

"Your Highness." Ling Feitong said.

Looking at the background, it should be the rest room of Mohawk in the military headquarters.

Mojiahua's vision was imperceptible. He stayed on Ling Feitong's exposed clavicle for a few seconds. Then he said, "what did you do to the tiger?"

"Tiger?" Ling Feitong blinked, indicating that he did not know this person at all.

He probably wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth, but he didn't.