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285. Chapter 285 Daddy looks good [2]

Qianmo Qingcheng didn't even think about it, her eyes were as calm as water, without any ripples, "No matter what, I must get the Jade Blood Jade Flower."

What he said was not serious, but it made people feel inexplicably that he meant what he said.

Grandpa Bai felt regretful, but his next words suddenly made the atmosphere feel dull.

What Grandpa Bai said is: "You are not allowed to use any spiritual energy when passing through this road. If the golden light layer senses a little spiritual energy, the green blood jade flower will also wither instantly.

Don't underestimate the distance of ten meters. If you are not careful, it will kill you.

As for the purple dream poison on the thorny road, you can use your own will to suppress it in your body. As for when to remove it, it depends on whether you can bear it.

In addition, I can tell you with certainty that this ten-meter distance is not only a thorny road and purple dream poison, but also an unknown danger. As for what it is, I don't know.

But you have to be clear, no matter what danger you encounter, if you want the Jade Blood Jade Flower to not wither, you cannot use any spiritual energy."

Qianmo Qingcheng's purple eyes narrowed slightly, listening to Grandpa Bai's words in her ears, but her eyes were fixed on the bright green jade flower that was blooming.

He could never forget Luo Xue, who was lying on the bed with a pale and haggard face. The distressing feeling was like a whip, lashing his heart hard, and the pain was so clear every time.

Even a little heartbreaking.

He will never forget that Luo Xue stood in front of him with a smile as bright as a flower, chatting with him calmly, saying slightly playful but somewhat cold words.

That kind of Luo Xue is what he wants to see, that kind of Luo Xue is vital.

Now, Luo Xue is in danger, let alone his life, even if he is thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, he will not frown.

As long as he can save Luo Xue, he doesn't care about anything.

He could give up everything, but he could not let go of Luo Xue.

Sometimes quirky, sometimes as cold as snow, this person is the love in his heart and the only concern in his heart.

With her like this, I will have no regrets in this life.

"Qianmo Qingcheng, if this is the case, are you still going to get the Blood Jade Flower at all costs?"

Grandpa Bai's eyes were as calm as the water of a lake in March, so calm it was jaw-dropping.

"Qianmo Qingcheng, if this is the case, are you still going to get the Blood Jade Flower at all costs?"

Grandpa Bai thought that after he said so much and pointed out the dangers one by one, he thought Qianmo Qingcheng would shrink back and give up this idea.

Unexpectedly, Qianmo Qingcheng's lips curled up and she just smiled faintly, her smile was like the spring breeze, as if all the splendor and color of the spring flowers and autumn moon in the world had been collected, "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."

Grandpa Bai's face changed in surprise. What kind of person could make him work so hard to save?

Grandpa Bai is also a person who has experienced ups and downs, and he already knows in his heart that Qian Mo Qing Cheng must be like this because of the word "love".

If she were an ordinary woman, she would definitely not let Qianmo Qingcheng do this.

"Qianmo Qingcheng, old man, I don't know what kind of person you are going to risk yourself for. I just want to say, if you think it's worth it, then you go."

Qian Mo Qingcheng's eyes were as calm as the lake water in March, clear and a little penetrating. There was a trace of tenderness in his cold eyes, and he said loudly: "Her safety is more important than my life!"

Grandpa Bai heard what he said and didn't stop him anymore.

The words "Qianmo Qingcheng" are enough to explain what he wants to do.

In this case, it would be useless no matter how hard he tried to stop him.

Simply, let him go!

The breeze blew, lifting the ends of Grandpa Bai's hair and beard, and fluttering slightly in the air like a piece of silver satin.

The silver beard, like the warmest spring breeze, blows through the air, agile and delicate.


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