The black scholar sneered.

"die!"

Lu Li raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, as if he was separated from the world. The power of this fire sword was far beyond imagination, so that the black scholar's methods and magic seemed to be forbidden at this moment. His body suddenly fell back and endured a fatal sword.

"Plop..."

The black scholar stumbled under the wall on the top floor, vomiting blood from his mouth, and his life was about to end.

Lu Li turned around and clasped his fists at Lao Ding: "Father, let's solve your bond by yourself."

"Um."

...

Old Ding walked forward, knelt in front of the Black Scholar on one knee, and said, "You want to kill me, is it just because I wrote a chapter of Ling Xue's danger? With your Ding Shusheng's kindness, it shouldn't be enough to become your inner demon, right?"

"Ahem..."

The dark cyclone on the black scholar's body was constantly dissipating, and he vomited blood. At the same time, looking at the person who created himself, he burst into tears: "The real demon of the heart is actually... Since my father created me, I am the most crazy and frivolous male protagonist in his father's writing. The online game "The World of Heaven" has built half of all the achievements for my father, but why... But why does my father like Lu Chen and Ding Muchen more, but he always has prejudice against me, but never regard me as a scholar as his favorite child..."

It hurts very much, but if it doesn't hurt, it's not really a concern.
Chapter completed!