Ling Luo sat on Jianlong's head, leaning against Jianlong's horns, and asked, "Is anyone following?"
"Don't worry, Xiaoluo, no."
"That's good." A smile finally appeared on Ling Luo's face, "It seems that little girl Lin Zhi still has some conscience."
As long as no one catches up, she will have time.
Returned to the stone palace of the extinct volcano.
Ling Luo sat beside the bed, commanding Jianlong, and said: "Prison, please help me remove the sealing stone from the underground cave."
Jianlong remained motionless, stared at Ling Luo, and said, "Xiao Luo, it's time for you to rest."
He could see that she was very tired.
"Move away first. I'll go down and check on Yu before I come up to sleep." Ling Luo insisted.
Jianlong was very helpless. With a sigh, he had no choice but to follow Ling Luo, move the sealing stone under the bed, support Ling Luo, and go down into the cave.
The cheap dragon transformed into a human form, conveniently supporting Ling Luo's frail body until he walked to the edge of the ice bed.
"Look, Xuanyuan Yu is lying down fine. If you don't come to see him, he will be fine."
In the ice soul, the tall and handsome man had his eyes closed, still sleeping, and his long eyelashes were like falling fans.
Ling Luo looked at her husband in Bingpo with an almost nostalgic look and said, "I promise him that I will come and see him every day."
"He slept like a dead pig, so he wouldn't know." The cheap dragon spat disdainfully.
Ling Luo didn't bother to argue with the cheap dragon and sat down next to the frozen Xuanyuan Yu's ice soul.
"Bingpo has become smaller." She keenly noticed the strangeness.
Jianlong narrowed his red-black eyes, examined it for a long time, and then said: "It does seem to be a little smaller."
Ling Luo couldn't help but have a hint of joy on his face, and said: "It was the same when Huang Quan took the Bingpo Pill. The smaller Bingpo Pill means that Yu's body is gradually recovering."
Jianlong curled his lips somewhat unhappily and said, "He's fine, but what about you?"
Ling Luo leaned against Bing Po and slowly closed her eyes. Her voice was very soft and weak, as if it would disappear with the wind at any time: "I'm fine."
Jianlong raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of anger in his red-black eyes: "How do you look like you're fine? You're the one who's really in trouble, right?"
No response.
The cheap dragon's eyes widened.
How dare this damn woman ignore him?!
Jianlong was about to get angry when he suddenly noticed that Ling Luo's breathing was getting longer and longer.
The cheap dragon was slightly startled.
He stretched out a hand, brought it to Ling Luo's nose, and touched it gently.
Fell asleep.
He actually fell asleep like that!!
The expression on the cheap dragon's face is very wonderful.
Forget it, hey.
He admitted defeat.
The cheap dragon sighed softly and muttered, "Really, what's so good about this man? If you faint, you'd faint next to him."
The voice is a little sour.
Full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Why is there no female who is willing to do this to herself?
Shi Long is so stuck in his heart. It would be great if he had a wife who treated him wholeheartedly like this.
In order to ensure safety, Jianlong got out of the hole, placed the sealing stone, and guarded outside.
*******
Huang Quan easily flew out of the barrier of the Black Flame Mountains, relying on the impression in his mind to head towards the headquarters of the Soul Sect in the north.
Over the past fifteen months, he has become familiar with the terrain distribution of the Third Heaven.
The Six Paths of Demon Sect include Soul Sect, Blood Spirit Sect, Corpse Ghost Path, Yin Sha Sect, Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and Qianyin Pavilion.