"What?" The pointed triangular meow ears of the cheap dragon twitched slightly, "What did you say, beauty? I didn't hear clearly."
"It's nothing." Qingcheng Yeling rubbed Jianlong's head and said with a smile, "I'm just talking to myself, don't worry about it."
After chatting with Jianlong, Qingcheng Eidolon came to the opposite side of Ling Luo and continued to drink tea with a contented look.
When putting down the celadon tea cup, Qingcheng Yeling's eyes accidentally glanced at a ball of furry stuff in the hat behind Ling Luo.
"Miss Ling, that white pompom in your hat seems quite interesting."
"Oh, you said Pure White." Ling Luo stretched out her hand, took Pure White out of the hat and put it in her hand.
"I don't know what happened to this little guy recently. He is very lethargic. He would wake up for a while in the past few days. In the past half month, he has been sleeping twelve hours a day."
Chunbai was disturbed by Ling Luo's movements and lazily raised her eyelids, revealing a crimson slit in her eyes.
The little guy glanced at Ling Luo with great nostalgia, mumbled in his mouth, then lazily rubbed her palm, changed his position, and went to sleep.
"Sleep is to wake up better." A crimson teardrop-shaped gem suddenly appeared in the palm of Qingcheng Yeling's hand, and he handed it to Ling Luo, "Miss Ling, this is our first time meeting you.
Your gift."
Ling Luo hesitated for a moment, then took the drop of crimson gem from Qingcheng Ye Ling's hand.
"What's this?"
"This is called the Teardrop Stone, and it is a treasure of the underworld. It will show different colors in different environments."
Hearing the word "treasure", Ling Luo couldn't help but frown, feeling that he would not be rewarded for his efforts.
"Thank you Miss Ye Ling for your kindness, but it is still not convenient for Luo'er to accept it. Since it is the treasure of the underworld, it is too precious."
Although the woman from the underworld in front of him was not hostile to him, she couldn't figure out the details at all.
"Treasures are only given to those who are destined." Qingcheng Yeling still insisted on putting the teardrop stone into Ling Luo's hand and said, "Look, this teardrop stone will automatically turn on when it is close to your pet.
It turns crimson, indicating that they are destined."
After hearing what the other party said, Ling Luo realized that this was indeed the case. The teardrop stone's quiet and moist light became more obvious in the place closest to pure white.
"The Teardrop Stone has a spirit. This is the Teardrop Stone's own will. I'm just a favor, and I hope Miss Ling can fulfill the Teardrop Stone's wish."
Ling Luo looked at the woman in front of him steadily, his eyes focused on the ornament between her eyebrows. It was a bright red teardrop stone. It was beautiful, but with a touch of sadness.
"The teardrop stone reflects the color of a person's soul." Qingcheng Yeling explained.
"Okay, then I will accept it on Chunbai's behalf. Thank you Miss Ye Ling for your kindness." Ling Luo strung the crimson teardrop stone with a silver thread and hung it on Chunbai's body.
The moment the teardrop stone came into contact with Pure White's body, an extremely clear pale crimson light instantly diffused, shrouding Pure White in it, like a warm protective shield.
It is indeed a spiritual thing.
"Hey, Eidolon!"
Ming Heechul's extremely unhappy voice came out from the pile of memorials.
"I have asked you for the Teardrop Stone so many times before, but you were so stingy that you refused to give it to me. Why are you so generous now?"