"That is an incomplete spiritual consciousness with a very low level of consciousness. If you ask him anything, he will not be able to respond to you."
At this moment, a certain bitch dragon who had already drank enough was lying on the soft pillow with his stomach puffed out and burping.
Xuanyuan Yu thought for a while, then closed the window again.
Jianlong was a little surprised and said: "I thought you would kill that group of consciousness."
"What's the use of killing him? Jue He's main consciousness is not here." Xuanyuan Yu snorted coldly, "If I stay, Jue He will have weaknesses and leverage in my hands."
He made long-term plans.
Through Jian Long's narration, he learned how powerful Jue He was.
"Treacherous!" Jianlong's red-black eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he grinned at Xuanyuan Yu.
"Oh, by the way, Yu, what is that bamboo tube of yours made of? I'm so drunk that the fountain of life inside doesn't decrease at all?"
Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly and he said: "The Lone Star Wooden Seat contains at least half of a well's spring water. If you drink it all, it will be really rare."
The expression on the cheap dragon's face froze.
He originally wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt the owner beside his pillow whisper softly.
"Xiaoluo?" Jianlong shouted in surprise.
Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Yu hurriedly came to the edge of the bed, stretched out a big hand, and tightly grasped the small hand of his beloved wife.
"Luo'er?" He called softly.
The beauty sleeping on the soft couch had her long eyelashes flickering, leaving a fan-shaped shadow on her fair cheeks, and her cherry lips moved slightly.
Ling Luo felt as if she had had a long dream.
However, dreams are so real.
It's still that room full of darkness, and it's still that ridiculously big bed.
She was like a cold corpse, with a hole in her heart, empty inside, lying there silently.
Her heart is missing.
Who took it away?
Is he the evil man who killed her with his own hands, stayed by her bedside every day and sang to her, and then shamelessly kissed her?
Why take her heart?
Why use such a cruel method, why not let him live in a normal way, but have to take care of and love a cold corpse in every possible way?
She couldn't figure it out.
Her thoughts have not stopped yet.
Suddenly, she felt someone was in the room again.
Is that evil man coming to kiss her again?
She was suddenly very nervous, extremely nervous.
The man came to the bedside. The expected kiss did not come, but a suppressed cry came.
Then, she felt the extremely hot tears rolling down her chest.
So hot!
Whose tears are these?
Not his! Not that man!
That evil man would not shed such burning tears!
"I...I don't know, Mansha, you...you..." The man burst into tears, his voice gentle and sad.
This was the best sound she had ever heard.
A familiar and warm feeling came over her heart, and she suddenly wanted to act like a real person, hold the crying boy in her arms, and pat his back gently, just like she did when she was a child...
Wait a minute!
What childhood?
How could such strange thoughts pop up in her mind?
This man with a very gentle voice who broke in must be the first time she had met her, even though she couldn't see his face.