Yan Yi stopped him and said, "How can you and I discuss these things? It's getting more and more outrageous!"
An Yi shut up, knowing that he was talking too much, but even though he was indignant, he was not worthy of the Holy Lord.
"To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is like drinking water and knowing whether it is hot or cold. How can I explain it clearly in a few words? If you don't have the time, you might as well do what you are doing."
After dismissing An Yi, Yan Yi clasped his hands and looked towards the high platform.
It finally turned into a sigh.
As a shadow, he doesn't understand love, but since he has been with Shengjun for so many years, this is the first time he has seen Shengjun like this. No matter how hard-hearted a person is, he will completely change when he meets someone who makes him fall in love.
appearance.
The rise and fall of the world, the glory and power, the revelry and feasting, are nothing compared to the smile of that person.
Sure enough, love is the most difficult thing to understand in the world.
…
Several days passed.
The storm gradually dissipated.
After Ling Xuewei recovered from her injury, she began to continue practicing. Only this time, she did not retreat, and after all, she still couldn't worry about Xiao Mianmian.
There is also Xiaoshan. Recently, she is thinking of ways to help Xiaoshan repair his broken arm.
Xiaoshan's arm was cut off at the waist, and that half of the arm was also destroyed. It was very difficult to reshape his body and completely restore it to its original appearance.
Ordinary muscle-stimulating pills are of no use at all.
The highest-level elixir she can refine now is only a top-grade elixir.
She had also tried to refine the god-level elixir, but the chance of success was only 10%, and the level was still low-grade.
Ling Xuewei personally inspected Xiao Shan's injuries. If she wanted to completely repair the broken arm, she would need at least a god-level top-grade Bone Shaping Pill, otherwise no amount of miraculous medicine would be of any use.
Every day, Ling Xuewei would use formation techniques to clear his muscles and veins to avoid clogging of his spiritual veins. She also gave Xiong Cang a set of massage techniques to massage him every day to avoid muscle stiffness, which would be detrimental to future treatment.
Looking at the wound, Ling Xuewei felt heavy in her heart.
Not only Xiao Shan, but also Xiong Cang, Yue Feng... they were all seriously injured.
All because of protecting her.
It's not that Ling Xuewei couldn't bear any blow, it was just that she saw the people around her get hurt for her, and even almost lost their lives, which made her feel uncomfortable. It's just that self-pity is not her character. All she can do is to try her best to make herself a better person.
Be stronger. Only in this way will we not make the same mistakes again.
Yue Feng has left. It has to be said that the monk's physical recovery ability is really strong. He only lay down for half a month and recovered to the best of his ability. Since he still had missions and did not stay long, he returned to the imperial capital.
Time in the snowy mountains is fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.
And her cultivation level was firmly at the peak of the fourth level of the Martial God, unable to break through. She gradually became anxious, and at this moment, Xiaoli woke up.
This time, it slept for so long, which shows that the battle that day cost it a lot of strength.
Because of its deep sleep this time, its strength gradually recovered, and Ling Xuewei couldn't help but be happy to see it return to its "marshmallow" appearance.
Snowball and Lightning were lying at her feet, playing with Mianmian. When the three little guys saw Xiaoli, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, they rushed over with cheers. Soon the four childish ghosts were making trouble together, playing catch me.
I hold your game, and the laughter spreads far away.
The interior is warm and cozy.
Ling Xuewei looked at this scene with a slight smile on her face.
I originally planned to ask about Xiaoli Jian, but I could only put it aside for the time being.
After the little guys had had enough trouble and she coaxed the sleepy Mianmian to sleep, she asked about it.
"Master, Xiaoli, just say this thing is a treasure! Look, it saved the master's life at the critical moment~~" The little guy's tone was filled with pride. If it had a tail at this moment, it would probably have to fly up to the sky.
"Yes, Xiaoli is the smartest. Then tell me, what's going on with this sword? And that voice, is it really not my imagination?"
"Probably not! Master, the voice you heard may be the sword spirit!"
"Sword Spirit?"
"Yes, all divine objects will develop spiritual wisdom over time, and weapons are no exception! Xiaoli has long said that this thing is not ordinary, now the master must believe it!"
"But why was there no movement before?"
"Perhaps... maybe it sensed that its master was in danger this time? But that's not right, it didn't recognize its master..." Xiaoli was also surprised.
Ling Xuewei was thoughtful.
"Master, what did you do that day? Why did it suddenly make noise? Why don't you try it again, master, to see if you can still hear the sound?"
Xiaoli's voice was expectant.
Ling Xuewei fell into deep thought, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
That day, she remembered that at a critical moment, her mental power spread out of control. Later, she heard that old voice. Could it be... related to her mental power?
That's not right. She had tried using her mental power before, but there was still no movement.
Why did it happen to be available on that day?
Forget it, let’s try it first before talking.
She separated a ray of spiritual power and penetrated the sword. Suddenly, the sword began to tremble, her eyes lit up, and Xiaoli also moved forward excitedly.
What disappointed them was that after moving a few times, the sword stopped moving again.
"What's going on?"
Ling Xuewei frowned, not sure why.
After that, she tried twice more, but this time there was no movement at all.
Xiaoli was extremely disappointed, "Why is this happening? It was moving just now, why is there no movement at all now?"
Ling Xuewei didn't understand either.
"Forget it, the boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge."
Since she knew that this sword was not a mortal thing, she just carried it with her. Anyway, it was no different from before.
She had a vague feeling that maybe the time had not come yet. When the time came, all the mysteries would be revealed.
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God Realm.
Thousand Emperors Sect.
Several elders were sitting above, questioning the kneeling disciples below.
"Tell me, where have you Yuan people been?"
If it hadn't been for today's "whim", they would not have known that the person who was punished for seclusion was no longer in the cave. When several people found out, they immediately had Wu Kuang's disciples taken away for questioning.
The disciples below were trembling, and under the heavy pressure, they soon became unable to withstand the attack.
"Hui, Hui, elder, Yuan, Yuan Ren, he...he has gone down to the lower realm!" the disciple said tremblingly.
"What?!"
"Nonsense! It is a serious crime for a person from the God Realm to go down to the lower realm privately! How could Junior Brother knowingly commit the crime?!"
"It's true! Disciples don't dare to lie!"
Several elders looked at each other and said, "If it is true as you say, then junior brother is really too confused!"
"Senior brother, do you want to report it to the Great Elder?"
"This matter can't be concealed, it must be reported. Hey, this Wu Kuang has become more and more outrageous recently. He dares to go down to the next world privately! Do you know why he suddenly went down to the next world? Which plane did he go to?
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"this……"
"Tell it truthfully! If you dare to lie, I will never forgive you!" (To be continued)