With Zuo Ling's words, the cold atmosphere in the air slowly disappeared.

Although Ding Ling was very angry, he knew that Zuo Ling was not a decision maker... just a soundtrack. For Zuo Ling's identity, he really had no way to truly murderous intent.

"Begging?" Ding Ling's mouth moved and he whispered: "Sister Ling, you are not begging. Forget it, what is your bottom line."

A light flashed in Zuo Ling's beautiful eyes: "Guest."

"Guest?" Ding frowned gently, and after a moment he whispered softly: "Do you know my bottom line?"

"I know." Zuo Ling let out a heavy sigh. Since Ding Ling said so, it was basically almost the same: "We respect your freedom."

Freedom... Ding Ling chewed these two words carefully, and a smile slowly rose on his face. It seemed that the decision-makers of Tiance Mansion were indeed a bit smart. People like Ding Ling had the biggest concern for Tiance Mansion or the "official government" that was freedom. No one was willing to tie a rope around their necks. Ding Ling didn't like it even more! If anyone insisted on tieing a rope for him, he wouldn't mind fighting for the last drop of blood for the word "freedom".

"Very good, the deal was completed." Ding Ling stretched out his right hand to Zuo Ling.

Zuo Ling stood up gracefully, and she also stretched out her delicate jade hand.

Zuo Ling's hand was small and slender. Just as Yingying held it, Ding Ling felt that her palm was a little cold and slightly moist.

Zuo Ling pulled his hand back a little embarrassedly. Seeing a smile on the corner of Ding Ling's mouth, she angrily glanced at him: "Are you still laughing?"

Ding Ling smiled even harder. He knew that the cold sweat that Zuo Ling had just now must have been scared by himself...

Zuo Ling calmed down his mood and then smiled: "The guest official is more noble and will not be controlled by the team leader. But if you encounter a particularly big task, please be sure to participate."

Ding Ling remembered the drought of the drought: "For example, the drought of the Zhangjiakou?"

Zuo Ling nodded: "Yes. That was an evaluation error. I thought the drought was only at most eight levels, but I didn't expect it to be nine levels..."

Ding Ling frowned slightly when he recalled the situation last time. He grabbed Zuo Ling's grammatical disease and stared into her eyes and said, "Assessed to level 8? How could he be dispatched to missile troops and there are so many extraordinary realms?"

Zuo Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I have seen the strength of the level 8 monster. It is no exaggeration to say that I can fight alone in the extraordinary realm... In your battle, you are led by the extraordinary mid-level team and the missile force, how can you evaluate the level 8..."

Zuo Ling listened to Ding Ling's calm analysis, and she said with a slight look of panic: "Then I don't know..."

Ding Ling smiled, but he didn't plan to pursue this. He laughed and said, "Forget it, I'll just treat you as a joint combat between the practitioners and the missile forces."

Zuo Ling was slightly shocked and smiled unnaturally: "I guess this is what the person above thinks."

"Well, I agree to this." Ding Ling nodded. He didn't mind helping with such good things as drought relief.

Then he said, "But, what are my benefits? Even if it is an unfair treaty, I have to have some benefits, right? I can't catch me as a free laborer."

Zuo Ling blinked and said, "Benefits? What are the benefits you want?"

Ding Ling smiled and said, "I understand what the guest is. To put it nicely, it is a guest teacher and an external expert, and to put it badly, it is a temporary worker. Although it does not occupy your staff, if I am bullied, should the organization give me some advice?"

Zuo Ling smiled, Ding Ling's metaphor was very appropriate, and the guest minister really meant that: "I promise you that from tonight, your home will become a legal protected area, and at least it will not be treated unfairly as a few months ago. As for who bullies you... you didn't realize that you have always been bullying others?"

Ding Ling thought about it and said that he is now a master of the Holy Realm! Unless the old guys in the ancestral hall come out, who dares to touch him?

"Okay, I know you're tired these days, so I won't disturb you to rest." Zuo Ling said as she stood up and walked to the window. She suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, the Ito family sent a note a few days ago, wanting to talk to you about that Japanese girl."

Ding Ling was slightly stunned, then waved his hand: "Let's talk about it when I finish my work."

After kicking off his shoes and lying on the bed, Ding Ling was no longer sleepy. It was as expected that Tiance Mansion came to him. When he was having dinner at the Bai family in the evening, Bai Haoran specially reminded him. After all, he is in the holy realm now. If he acts a little abnormal, then Tiance Mansion will definitely restrain him with all his strength. But what he didn't expect was that Zuo Ling actually invited him to join Tiance Mansion...

Could this be considered a kind of recruitment?

Thinking of the death of the Gu family head and more than a dozen Japanese ninjas ten days ago, the big storm was actually calmed by the Tence Mansion, Ding Ling began to evaluate the strength of the Tence Mansion in his heart. This was one of the reasons why he chose to cooperate just now.

"It's better to have less things than more. Just tie a chain to your neck... Just a temporary worker is a temporary worker." Ding Ling comforted himself like this, and then he thought about it and then turned over and got up to pinch the Kaitian Art.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the natives in Youxutian were almost asleep. Only Xuan Wu and Dao Scar were still lit a fire on it and drinking night wine. Seeing Ding Ling coming in again, Dao Scar and others stood up to say hello.

Ding Ling glanced and saw Yukiko Ito who was kneeling behind Qin Nuo.

"You guys keep playing, I'll take a look at our Japanese guests." Ding Ling said as he looked at Ito Sakiko. The young lady of the Ito family, wearing an ordinary shirt, got up in a hurry.

Looking at Ito Yukiko's dress, Ding Le was happy. Qin No, the girl seemed to have a bad taste. She just couldn't stand the beautiful prisoners and had to dress them up like the village girl. Xie Wanying used to be like this, and Ito Yukiko even more so. However, compared to Xie Wanying, Ito Yukiko is more beautiful and refined. Even if she dresses like a village girl, she can't hide her natural beauty.

Ding Ling walked towards the river with his hands behind his back. A wooden bridge had been built on the river. He stood on the wooden bridge and stared at Ito Yukiko who was following him calmly.

Just like family matters, Ding Ling asked softly: "How old are you?"

Ito Yukiko calmly replied: "Nineteen."

"Well, younger than me." Ding Ling continued to walk forward towards the grassland, and his voice came with the night wind: "Do you miss home?"

Ito Yukiko was slightly stunned, but she quickly concealed her emotions: "I don't want to."

Ding Ling turned around and looked at the daughter of the Ito family, and said in a little surprised: "Don't you?"

"If Ding Lingjun lets me go, I will think. If Ding Lingjun doesn't let me go, I won't." Ito Yukiko answered calmly.

Ding Ling is happy, this girl is not in the air!
Chapter completed!