"You do." Xuanyuan Yu squeezed her cold little hand and said, "What you don't lack most is time. On the contrary, Chu Ye is the one who lacks time."
Ling Luo raised his head, his eyes full of surprise, and asked: "Aren't all people in heaven as long as heaven? How come there is a lack of time?"
"Even among the people in the heaven, there are only a handful of people who live as long as the sky." Xuanyuan Yu patiently explained, "The heaven is different from the human world. People in the heaven cultivate life marks, and what they make do with is a
The word 'inverse' means that by continuously deepening the layers of life scars, one can continuously extend one's lifespan."
"For those who are talented, their life marks will naturally become thicker and thicker, and their life span will naturally be longer and longer. But for those who are not talented enough, their life marks will stagnate and they will just sit there and wait to die."
Ling Luo's pupils suddenly shrank, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said: "Is this why Chu Ye needs the life span of a young man?"
According to the words of the heavenly executioner named Yueying, with Chu Ye's current cultivation level, in the Quming Sect of heaven, at most he can only play the role of a small minion.
He didn't have enough life marks and his cultivation was stagnant, so he extended his claws to the human world.
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu confirmed Ling Luo's guess, and a cold color flashed across his black hole-like eyes, "Although Chu Ye was captured by the executioner in heaven, I think he will never give up. Even if
He cannot go down to the world himself, but he can send his henchmen and minions in the human world to deal with you."
Ling Luo's expression also became serious, and she said solemnly: "Then I must become stronger as soon as possible."
She could already predict that in the next few years when Chu Ye was imprisoned by the heavenly law enforcers, countless minions would come to stir up trouble!
"The most important thing for you now is to regain your strength as soon as possible." Xuanyuan Yu looked at Ling Luo steadily, his eyes like black holes full of worry.
"Knock knock knock——"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Ling Luo was stunned. In such a chaotic situation, everyone was busy with themselves, so how could anyone spare the time to see her?
"Sister, it's me, Xiaojie." A slightly anxious hoarse voice came from the door.
"It turns out it's him, Yu, go and open the door."
"Yeah." Xuanyuan Yu nodded.
After the door opened, Jie walked slowly to the bedside, his purple eyes fixedly looking at Ling Luo's extremely pale face, something crystal clear flashed from the corner of his eyes.
"Sister, I knew you wouldn't die."
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, her eyes fell on the beautiful thirteen-year-old boy in front of her, and said: "Jie, you are different."
Jie slowly squatted down, grabbed Ling Luo's hand, and rested his head on her soft palm. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his hoarse voice was choked: "I thought I had become stronger, but I didn't expect that it was still the same as before.
I can't do anything to help, I can only stand aside blankly."
Seeing Jie crying, Ling Luo's heart softened involuntarily. He was still a child after all.
She stretched out a hand and gently stroked his head like an elder, saying: "I don't blame you, I brought it on myself."
After saying that, she raised her head again, looked at the person she cared about the most, met those worried black hole-like eyes, and said with a smile: "I promise, I will never take care of you in the future and do such desperate things."