His tone was very calm and seemed to have no emotional color, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Meixiu's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance when he heard it.
He didn't speak in detail, and mentioned many places in one sentence, but she seemed to be immersed in the situation. Every time she heard about the critical moment, she clenched her fists nervously.
"Later, the sect she led became the first of the five major sects, and we each left." When it came to the end of the opening ceremony of the Jindan Sect, Ling Yichen did not continue talking.
What happened later involved the ancient formation and Xia Yin Tianqi, and should not be known to outsiders.
"It's wrong to leave like this. Why are you leaving? How did you come to Tianyu? Brother Ling, you haven't told me yet?" Meixiu raised her head and looked at Ling Yichen doubtfully, always feeling that he still had something to say.
What I didn't tell myself.
"Those are no longer important." Ling Yichen said with a lonely expression.
It really doesn't matter anymore. The person he once promised himself to protect for his whole life has also come to Tianyu, but he is no longer able to protect him, and will only become a burden to her. What else in this world can count.
What's important?
Ling Yichen rubbed his temples, pretended to be tired, and walked toward the house. He had already said what needed to be said, and Meixiu should have given up.
Seeing Ling Yichen's hunched back like a dying old man, Meixiu's nose felt a little sore.
It was only then that she realized that she was wrong. Some relationships are not as simple as getting the advantage first or striking first, but rather trusting and relying on each other through hardships and hardships.
She also knew that she could never replace the figure in his heart, but even if they couldn't be together, protecting her for a lifetime should be a kind of happiness, just like he did to her.
"Brother Ling, I will definitely cure you. No matter how much it costs, I will definitely cure you." Meixiu's firm and persistent voice came from behind.
Ling Yichen paused slightly. It seemed that his words had no effect. Alas, this little girl. Ling Yichen sighed softly in his heart.
As soon as she returned to Qingxiang Xiaozhu, Ling Chuxi entered the room. Yichen's injuries were getting more and more serious. If this continued, it might not take long before his meridians and sea of energy would completely turn into nothingness. The consequences at that time, she
I can't even imagine it.
Not knowing what kind of spiritual weapon caused his injury, Ling Chuxi was unable to find the right solution and had to find the answer on her own. However, her consciousness has not yet fully recovered and has not returned to its best condition. She wants to save him.
If you have dust, you must cure yourself first.
Taking out the scrapped Soul Resurrection Pill, Ling Chuxi cut off a small piece again, tasted it carefully, and analyzed it.
Unfortunately, even if Ling Chuxi's perception and understanding of alchemy far exceeds that of ordinary spiritual alchemists, it is not that easy to figure out the elixir formula from a useless elixir.
Time passed and it was already evening before she knew it. Huangfu Qingjue knew his mood and did not bother her.
Ling Chuxi only felt that the sea of her mind had dried up, and her mind was a little anxious, so she simply entered the Sumeru space. Her spiritual consciousness had not yet fully recovered, and if she continued, she might still cause some damage to her spiritual consciousness.
Ling Chuxi didn't see the little yellow chicken, and she probably took those phantom spirit insects to the wild somewhere. She didn't bother to pay attention to it, and came to the Fusang Sacred Tree, sitting cross-legged next to Mo Lan, with all her thoughts