Chapter 4193 ten thousand arrows piercing the heart
When Luo Cheng saw Jiang Ling'er staring at him intently, his eyebrows were filled with joy and his heart was filled with joy. He couldn't help but put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly, pretending to be a handsome young man, and occasionally glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye.
Jiang Ling'er's mouth twitched sharply.
Seeing Luo Cheng, who suddenly became very artificial, Jiang Ling'er felt confused for a moment.
If it weren't for the other party's status as a grandmaster, she would have just turned around and left, heading to the Demon Realm on her own.
Luo Cheng clasped his hands behind his back, looking as graceful as a noble son of a wealthy family.
When Jiang Ling'er looked at him, she even thought about the name of the child.
Just call it Luo Aige.
Luo Cheng's eyebrows were smiling and he was a little light-headed.
It's such a good name that has never been seen before or since.
Jiang Ling'er: "..." She always felt that Grandmaster Luo was thinking about some strange things in his mind.
While Grandmaster Luo and Jiang Ling'er were on their way to the Demon Realm, Qingge and He Liangshan had already arrived at the Qinglian clan.
The majestic and majestic hall has stood for three thousand generations.
There are only Sui Linggui and the elders of the seven clans in the hall, and there are no extra people.
As the leader of the clan, Sui Linggui seemed to have lost his usual majesty. His eyes were blood red, he was pacing back and forth, and his brows were tightly knitted together.
The elders of the seven tribes sighed a few times.
"Clan chief, elder of the seven clans, He Xiangguo is here."
Outside the palace, the guard's determined voice rang out.
Sui Linggui looked up anxiously and was startled when he saw the young man in red.
"He Xiangguo, he...?"
As the prime minister of Qinglian, He Liangshan has guarded Qinglian for thousands of years. He must not know the importance of this matter, so why would he bring an outsider here.
"Brother He, you are being hasty." The elder of the Seven Clans looked haggard and tired. When he saw the young man, he said unhappily.
"My king is critically ill. You two and the little girl my king has been protecting, don't you want her to come and take a look?" He Liangshan said.
The elders of the seven tribes were slightly startled and looked at He Liangshan in confusion, not understanding what He Liangshan meant by his words.
Sui Linggui suddenly turned his head and glanced sideways at the profile of the young evildoer. He seemed to have thought of some extremely ridiculous possibility, and his heart skipped a beat.
"What's wrong with Dongling? Tell me."
When singing softly, he no longer uses the unruly boyish voice.
Perhaps it was due to the swelling and pain in her throat, but her voice was no longer clear and ethereal, and became more deep and hoarse.
This voice——
When Sui Ling returned, the two elders of the seven clans immediately heard it, but they never expected that the romantic young man with three thousand names would be the decisive and decisive Eternal Empress! "It's because of the Purple Moon Flower." Sui Ling
Gui looked at Qingge complicatedly and said straight to the point: "Ten thousand years ago, during the Battle of Sanding, my king was pierced by thousands of arrows and his heart was broken! Now the three thousand worlds are in turmoil. We listen to the words of the seniors of Xuan Mingxuan,
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Using the Purple Moon Flower sacred object, my king returned to his clan and became the king of heaven and earth, surpassing three thousand generations. But..."
Sui Linggui paused, silent for a long time, and then continued: "But in Four-Star Longfeng Mountain, my king gave you the Purple Moon Flower. It was his heart. He never told you."
"The reason why he is in coma now is because without the support of Purple Moon Flower and the power of Qinglian from thousands of years ago, his body cannot support it."
"Miss Ye, I am not telling you this to ask you to hand over the Purple Moon Flower."
"You don't know something. My king's last words before he fell into coma were that if you die, he will be buried with you."
"How dare we dig out your heart?" "You are the one my king would pity even if he gave up his heart."