With the blood lamp burning, Qianmo Qingcheng began to search at the entrances of the seven spaces one by one.
He usually looks calm and calm, but now he is extremely anxious, fearing that if he is a step slower, Luo Xue will be in greater danger.
Yun Luoxue's body was slightly bent, half squatting in the fog, holding her head with both arms, crying hard, shaking her head hard, she didn't want this to happen, didn't want...
The inner struggle made Yun Luoxue feel out of breath inexplicably.
She is not usually someone who can't hold back her tears, so why did she cry so loudly today?
She didn't know that it was because the breath of sadness in the mist had passed through the skin and entered her heart, covering her entirely in an atmosphere of pain, sadness and sinking.
She had no choice but to cry heartily. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she clenched her fists tightly and dug her nails into her palms, causing blood to drip from her hands.
But this still couldn't stop her from crying, nor could it stop her inner heaviness and struggle.
"ah--"
Yun Luoxue raised her head, and a shrill roar penetrated the mist, lingering in the quiet and uninhabited space, lingering for a long time.
Her face was covered with tears, and her hair was messy and clinging to her ears, which made her look extremely distressed.
Clenching her fist tightly, Yun Luoxue was about to punch the ground.
She really couldn't bear the torture of this kind of struggle.
Maybe just a little physical pain could alleviate her inner torture.
Seeing that the clenched fist with slender fingers was about to hit the ground.
A figure suddenly arrived, and the next moment, Yun Luoxue was leaned into a warm embrace.
"Luo Xue..."
The two words "Qianmo Qingcheng" are like the most beautiful voice in the world, with deep heartache and fear of loss.
Yun Luoxue raised her eyes, still crying, and suddenly threw herself into his chest, tightly wrapped her arms around Qianmo Qingcheng's neck, and hugged him, "Qingcheng, Qingcheng..."
She didn't know what to say, so she could only call his name over and over again.
Qian Mo Qingcheng caressed her back and coaxed softly: "It's okay, it's okay..."
While speaking, Qian Mo Qingcheng patted Yun Luoxue's hand and sent a stream of spiritual power towards her back.
Yun Luoxue suddenly felt that the big stone in her heart had been removed, and she felt much relieved.
Wiping the tears on her face, Yun Luoxue was a little confused.
Why did she cry so much? She still remembered what she saw, but why she felt so tired from crying. Just now, she just felt so depressed.
Qian Mo Qingcheng wiped away the tears on her face and smiled slightly, with some soothing power: "The mist is blessed with the aura of sadness and pain, which will slowly torture people's souls and make people fall into the abyss of pain."
His face was a little pale, but he only cared about Yun Luoxue's safety.
Yun Luoxue nodded knowingly, raised her pretty face, and saw Qian Mo Qingcheng's slightly pale face, "Why is your face so pale? What happened?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng helped Yun Luoxue up and hugged her sideways. In order to avoid Yun Luoxue's mysterious disappearance again, he still felt that holding her would give him peace of mind.
Listening to Yun Luoxue's worried words, he just smiled lightly, as naturally as the spring breeze blowing willows: "It's okay, um, I was worried that something would happen to you, I was scared."
Yun Luoxue was stunned. Is this explanation true?
Nestling in Qianmo Qingcheng's arms, she felt extremely safe and content.
Looking sideways at his face, I couldn't help but frown and think again, is this really the case?
Why does she feel that this is caused by excessive consumption of spiritual power or essence and blood?