Falling Xia Holy Land.
The Holy Lord squatted in the vegetable garden, holding a short hoe in his hand, hoeing the ground.
Bing Xin stood under the shade of the tree, watching calmly. After a long time, the Holy Master wiped the sweat from her head and stood up, with a smile of joy on her raised face.
"In a while, you will be able to eat fresh fruits and vegetables." The Holy Lord patted the dirt off his hands and walked over and said happily.
Bing Xin looked at the vegetable garden in front of her, and said softly: "I have never planted fruits and vegetables before, and I never knew that fruits and vegetables grew in such a field."
"...300,000 years ago, in the Holy Land at that time, there was no need for the saint to grow fruits and vegetables," the Holy Master said in a calm voice, "I have been hoping to regain its glory since I took over as the Holy Land. Maybe the time is not far away. "
"You have been looking forward to it too," Bing Xin said faintly, "It's just that there is little hope. In these long years, the Holy Land has experienced unimaginable hardships, and I have worked hard for you."
"It's not hard." The Holy Master shook his head slowly, his tone very calm.
"You are willing to trust Li Heng, I want to thank you."
Bing Xin said this for the first time. He hadn't experienced everything the Holy Lord had experienced now, so he couldn't understand the feelings of the Holy Lord.
He knows that the current Holy Lord is very difficult. It is not only because he is the saint of the Holy Land that he can trust him so easily and Li Heng.
The Holy Lord must be very self-blaming, although he has never shown it, but after all, he can feel the pain hidden under the calm surface of the Holy Lord at all times.
"I should thank you," the holy lord looked at the sky, where the Yin and Yang Gate was in the direction. "It was you who showed up just when I was about to give up hope. You gave me the opportunity to revive the Luoxia Holy Land, saint, we It has been silent for too long."
"Yes, it's been too long." Bing Xin sighed.
"I don't know how Li Heng and the others are now," the holy lord's eyes gleamed slightly, "has Xiaoqin kid eat well?"
"Don't worry, the saint you chose is very good, and Mengyao is also very good," Bing Xin smiled lightly, "Li Heng knows what to do, everything will be fine, and it will be fine soon."
"Yeah, everything will be okay," the holy lord smiled, his face suddenly changed slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, "Well, it seems that I have to rest early today."
The expression of the holy lord was very calm, but Bing Xin couldn't hide his worry beside him, "Since Da Mo came back, your body has gone from bad to worse. If this continues, how long can you hold on?"
"It doesn't matter," the holy lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said firmly: "If I can't see the rise of the Holy Land, I will never die."
"You don't need to die," Bing Xin looked at him disapprovingly, "Stop it, he won't come back again."
"Chaos Cauldron still has a sense. We clearly felt her breath in the desert," the holy master was unwilling to give up any possibility, "as long as it continues, he will always feel it."
"Have you ever thought that if he could come back, he would have already come back, he is the one who is the least willing to see Brother Cheng and see everyone in the Holy Land suffering." Bing Xin said, getting excited.
She didn't want to see the Holy Master like this, endlessly holding the impossible hope that that person would not come back, and if he could come back to the resort, he would not fall into such a situation.
"I know that as long as the Chaos Cauldron recovers, it will definitely help her get out of trouble." The Holy Master slowly raised his head and looked at Bing Xin.
"Why are you..." Bing Xin slowly closed her eyes, and her figure gradually faded away.
She really couldn't bear to see the appearance of the holy lord. It was clear that there were only immortal cultivation bases, but she had to support the Chaos Cauldron with the little spirit left. The ending was doomed.
Yin and Yang Gate, Minghui Hall.
Li Hengbai played with the wine glasses boredly, and the banquet has been going on until now, the atmosphere is getting warmer, and the only deserted place is the corner where he is.
"I said, you won't go back to your seat."
Li Heng glanced at Nan Lingzi who was sullen and drinking on the opposite side. If the eyes of others were a sword, he must have become a hedgehog now, because the opposite person has been reluctant to leave.