Dinglong's golden eyes flickered for a moment, then tightened again.
It wants to speak.
But, when meeting the girl's shining and charming eyes.
But he couldn't make a sound.
Just like that, it met the girl's eyes.
After a while, the girl withdrew her gaze and stepped into the vast expanse of whiteness.
That fiery figure.
In the white mist, looming.
Until, that figure completely disappeared in the Cangshui bracelet.
Only for a moment did Ding Long's wide-open golden eyes faintly fluctuate.
The golden light shone.
The body of the tripod turned into a huge Shenlong furnace tripod again.
"I'm sorry, Dinglong."
A soft and graceful voice, in this silent space, is extraordinarily clear.
Hear the voice.
Ding Long's eyes suddenly became respectful: "Is it really okay to tell her about Old Man Cang?"
That graceful voice, ethereal and ethereal: "You can't always let her act like this, you should let her understand that after she acts like this, someone will bear the consequences for her."
In the words, although it was a complaint against Ye Qingluo.
But one can clearly hear the kindness in that tone.
Dinglong lowered his golden eyes, as if thinking of Ye Qingluo's last smile when he looked at it.
It sighed softly: "Thinking about it, that girl should have understood this truth."
There was silence in the air.
Ding Long asked again: "Then, old man Cang... can he still wake up?"
"Yes." The graceful voice is as light and ethereal as if it melts into the air.
If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear this sound at all.
"Old Cang will wake up, but... everything depends on chance, on the... fate between Old Cang and Luo'er."
...
Ye Qingluo opened his eyes.
She was still in the room where she rested last night.
In my mind, I recalled those words that Dinglong said just now.
She raised her wrist and gently stroked the Cangshui bracelet.
"Old man Cang, I will definitely wake you up, I promised you something, absolutely... I won't break my promise again."
She murmured softly, and the light in her eyes became more and more determined.
I looked at the time.
She had been in the Cangshui bracelet for nearly an hour.
Ye Qingluo walked out of the room, ready to see Emperor Moxuan and the soldiers who were infected by the miasma.
Yes, stand on the railing on the second floor.
Ye Qingluo looked around, but did not see Di Moxuan.
The wounded soldiers were also bandaged and lay down on the ground spread out with straw to rest.
Why isn't Ah Xuan here
Ye Qingluo leaped from the railing to the first floor.
Her appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Ye Gu, no, it should be called... Mrs. Emperor!"
The soldiers immediately spoke and greeted respectfully.
"How do you feel physically?" Ye Qingluo smiled at them.
The soldiers were full of gratitude: "Thank you Madam Emperor for your concern, Lord Emperor Zun has cleared the miasma in our bodies! As long as we rest for a while, we can fight the enemy again!"
Ye Qingluo's eyes swept over everyone's faces.
The black air between these people's eyebrows and eyes has indeed all dissipated.
She pursed her lips, and said in a warm voice: "There is no rush to go into battle to kill the enemy. The skin wounds on your bodies need to rest for at least half a month."
The smiles on the faces of the soldiers froze, and then they were as firm as a torch: "Our injuries are not in the way!"
"It's not in the way, it's not up to you." Ye Qingluo smiled, "Dark Palace has the weapon of dead puppets, once your wounds come into contact with dead puppets, you will be poisoned by the miasma of dead puppets again." Infect."