After Ji Mingyu left, Xi Yue calmed down for a while before moving Xi Jia and others out of the space.
It’s not that she doesn’t trust Xijia, Qingluan and the others. After experiencing such a life-and-death catastrophe, she has already regarded these people as her closest relatives and loved ones.
But now Xi Yue already knows that the existence of Xumi Space is truly against the will of heaven, and it may even be more mysterious than the Refining Spirit Realm. Just imagine how many magic weapons in this world can tear apart space and send people back tens of millions of years
Being powerful and mysterious also means being dangerous. Knowing this secret will not be good for Xijia, Qingluan and others.
There was a knock on the door. Xi Yue sensed that it was someone unknown and said, "Come in."
A young man in a red robe pushed the door open. His clothes and hair were wet with morning dew, and his whole body was filled with the damp and cold chill of the early morning.
Xi Yue frowned but didn't say much. She raised her hand and the warm spiritual power enveloped the young man, quickly dispelling the cold and dampness.
The original depth in Weizhi's eyes was tinged with warmth. He took a few steps closer and looked at Xi Jia and others who had not yet woken up.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are they your slaves?"
Xi Jia and others had been branded as slaves, and although Xi Yue had wanted to remove the brand, they were unwilling to do so.
Xi Yue shook her head and said, "No, they are not my slaves, but my relatives."
As he was speaking, Xi Jia, who had the highest level of cultivation, woke up first.
But his first reaction was not to look around, but to suddenly jump up and let out a hurried cry, "Miss, go save the young lady!"
Xi Yue closed her eyes, suppressed the moisture in her eyes, squatted down and said: "Xi Jia, don't worry, I'm here."
As they were talking, the rest of Xi Yi and Qing Luan slowly woke up.
Several people stared at Xi Yue blankly, until Xi Jia called out softly in a low, hoarse voice, "Miss?"
"It's me."
Xi Jia suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Xi Yue. A burly man burst into tears and said, "Miss, it's all because of your incompetence that I can't protect you. If there is a chance in the next life, Xi Jia is willing to stay by your side until death..."
The memories of several people were still stuck on the scene before their death. Now when they saw Xi Yue, they thought it was a dream, or that they all went to hell together. They instinctively thought that Xi Yue was also killed. Their eyes were red, filled with guilt and sadness.
Xi Yue was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
The bitterness that originally surged into my heart has now turned into a smile.
Seeing that Xi Yue was fine and that Xi Jia and others would not pose any danger to Xi Yue, Weizhi shrugged and walked out.
Xi Yue then said, "What are you doing? Who said I was dead, and who said you were dead too?"
Everyone stopped crying immediately, but Qingluan touched her face first, then her hands.
She found that her body was warm and the serious injuries were gone.
Qing Luan stared at Xi Yue with eyes wide open, "Miss, we... we are not dead?"
"Yes, you are not dead, you are alive and well." Xi Yue looked at her with a smile.
"We are not dead? We are really not dead?" Qingluan repeated it over and over again, tears welling up in her eyes again.
Xi Yue said softly with a resolute tone: "As long as I am here, I will not let you die easily."
"Miss!!" Qingluan threw herself into Xiyue's arms, unable to hold back any longer, and burst into tears. (To be continued)