Xuanyuan Yu almost stopped breathing. She was very close to him. As long as he stretched out his hand, he could hold her firmly in his arms.
But who knew that His Highness, the all-powerful Crown Prince of the Jialan Empire, would actually become cowardly at this moment.
There was a layer of sweat on his back and his palms were shaking.
Xuanyuan Yu almost wanted to kill himself. He didn't dare to give up such a good opportunity?!
The scene he had been looking forward to countless times in his dream appeared, but he was so nervous that he couldn't move or speak.
"alright."
Ling Luo quickly kissed Xuanyuan Yu on the face and stood in front of him, her long eyelashes slightly curled up and not looking at him.
Naturally, she couldn't see his stupid expression.
"You...you go out, I'm going to retreat to practice." Ling Luo stretched out his hand, pushed Xuanyuan Yu's waist, and pushed him out of the door.
Then with a "squeak" sound, the door was closed.
The moment the vermilion door of Zhenlou closed, Ling Luo leaned against the door panel, gasping for air, stretched out a hand and covered half of his face.
God!
Her heart almost jumped out of her throat!
God knows how nervous she was just now. She forced herself to keep a tight face and suppressed the shame in her heart.
There is no way...to express this feeling...in words.
Ling Luo took several deep breaths, sat down cross-legged, and secretly recited the Jingxin Jue several times before calming down her turbulent mood.
I can no longer think wildly.
Since that man tried every means, even hurting his own hand and didn't care, to get this extreme fire inheritance for her, she must practice it well.
In this way, Xuanyuan Yu's hard work lived up to his expectations.
Thinking of this, Ling Luo took out the mysterious black stick, closed her eyes, raised her five hearts to the sky, and entered the ultimate state of meditation.
In an instant, this extreme fire inheritance was connected with her starry sky-like spiritual realm.
This extreme fire inheritance turns out to be a special space.
Ling Luo entered it.
What catches the eye is a five-meter-high red iron gate with a dragon-shaped totem painted on it.
"Eh? Isn't this the emperor?" The dirty voice of the prison came to mind, "Who is so boring that he would imprint my handsome and majestic appearance on such a stupid door."
Ling Luo rolled her eyes, "This is a precious blazing iron stone. What's really stupid is the flirtatious dragon above the door."
"My emperor, that's Feng Liu Wushuang, not Lang!" A certain cheap dragon protested loudly.
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Ling Luo was too lazy to talk to this cheap dragon and said seriously, "This extremely fire inheritance seems to be closely related to you. I must go in and take a look."
Hearing that it was related to him, Jiao Ye suddenly became energetic and said: "Push this door open and try."
Ling Luo nodded.
Not daring to slack off, she stretched out her hand, her palm filled with vitality, placed it on the high red door, and pushed it suddenly.
——Not moving at all.
Ling Luo was shocked. She couldn't even open the first door in the inheritance space!
And at this time, an old voice sounded in the space of Jihuo inheritance: "A inheritance, no qualifications."
A legacy?
Is this first door just a checkpoint? If you can't push it open, you won't be able to obtain the inherited skills inside?
There is one lineage, which means there are two, three, and four ways.
Ling Luo was excited, but also inevitably disappointed.
Just now she used about seven points of strength.
This time, no matter what, you must open it!
Thinking of this, she once again placed her hands on the five-meter-high thick red door.