Ling Luo sat upright, looked at Xuanyuan Yu, and said with a smile: "How can I be so fragile? It won't hurt if I shake a few times."
"Hey, hey, you little silly bird, you should be trained." The cheap dragon lay happily in the bunch of golden hair, crossed his legs, and said proudly, "You are a mount, so you have to be obedient to be ridden by others.
Royal Cavalry."
Black Feather was so miserable that he couldn't express his pain, so he let out an angry roar towards the endless sky.
Ling Luo sighed softly, waved to his shameless dragon, and said: "Okay, hell, you are an old man who is tens of thousands of years old, bullying a little girl who is more than ten years old, are you ashamed?
"
"Old... old man?!" The corners of Shilong's eyes twitched hard, and his whole body froze as if struck by lightning.
When Heiyu saw Ling Luo talking to him, he immediately became happy and mocked: "Hee hee hee, old man."
"Shut up, little tooth!" A certain dragon exploded.
"Old man."
"Young|teeth."
"Tsk, tsk, what an old man."
"..."
Jianlong expressed that he was very hurt and could not resist the lethality of the word "old man" at all, so much so that he could not even utter a retort.
"Hey - Long Sheng is so sad!"
Ling Luo took a breath of wind and coughed for a long time before regaining consciousness.
With Heiyu's extreme speed, they landed on the top of Zhushen Mountain in a short while.
A thousand years later, Ling Luo stood in front of this temple again, looking at its dilapidated appearance, feeling desolate in her heart.
There was a thin layer of wet sweat on her palms, and her heartbeat began to become irregular, just as she responded to the phrase "nostalgia" and became even more timid.
"Don't be afraid." Xuanyuan Yu saw her nervousness, stretched out a big hand, and tightly wrapped her sweaty little hand inside, "I'm here."
A warm breath spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, making Ling Luo's mood calm down involuntarily.
Jianlong is an impatient person. When Ling Luo stopped, he had already taken the lead and rushed into the temple.
Black Feather also flapped its wings and chased after him. With a slight whistle coming from his sharp beak, he stepped forward to caress the black cat.
Ling Luo calmed down, held Xuanyuan Yu's big hand, and stepped into the temple step by step.
The floor and walls of the temple are inlaid with countless moonstones, and a faint silver light flows down, illuminating the room.
A faint aura of sadness emanates from the moonstone in the center of the temple that is engraved with the Sea Burying Pear Demon Formation.
Ling Luo walked to the center of the vermilion evil formation that had been extremely blurred by time, and a faint twilight mist gradually appeared on her beautiful eyes.
She knelt down, stretched out her trembling bare hands, and gently traced the complex lines of the Sea-Burying Pear Demon Array, feeling a huge sense of sadness in her heart.
It was here that she ended her previous life.
It was here that the seeds of hatred were planted in her heart.
The past events were still vivid in my mind, and a warm tear fell down unexpectedly, hitting the formation's eyes hard.
She was silent in sadness and couldn't extricate herself.
One drop, two drops, three drops——
Suddenly, from the center of the largest moonstone with a radius of ten meters, a sense of desolation spread out.
The silver light suddenly flourished, with the Sea Burying Pear Demon Array as the center, completely wrapping Ling Luo inside.