Di Shifang's eyes darkened. He knew that this was not just a turbulent flow in space, because he often shuttled through the cracks in space. In the center of this turbulent flow, there was also a trace of the power of time and space.
Does the power of "time", a power that even he has only heard of, really exist
Who is this "Ling Han"? Where is he going
After "Ling Han"'s figure completely disappeared into the rift of chaos, Di Shifang spit out a mouthful of blood and splashed to the ground, looking very embarrassed.
Di Shifang wiped it away with the back of his hand without hesitation, took a deep breath to suppress the overwhelming pain in his chest, gently placed the fragment in Lu Jiuque's palm, and waited for her to wake up.
But Di Shifang's thoughts were a little confused at this moment. If this boy was just an ordinary imitator, he would give up. But he had the aura of "time" in him, so he had to pay attention.
Perhaps, no matter where this fake Ling Han comes from, where he goes, or what his purpose is, this is not the best time to let Lu Jiuque know.
The light of time and space faded inch by inch, and the surrounding space began to flow again. Di Shifang stared at Lu Jiuque's eyes that were still deep and worried even though he was unconscious, and suddenly felt a little sweet in his heart.
The moment he opened the gap at the ancient altar, the time of Lu Jiuque and everyone stopped, and her worry condensed on the tip of her eyebrows.
In the final analysis, this little guy who refused to give in was really worried about him and was completely satisfied with him.
How could he not hold her in the palm of his hand when she was so cute
A sigh came out of his mouth, he leaned over, gently held Lu Jiuque's cheek, and pressed a kiss between his eyebrows, piously and cherishingly.
"Didn't you agree to wait for me inside? Idiot..."
A murmur fell, and the confinement around him disappeared, like a light sand dancing, disappearing without a trace.
"Puff thump thump..."
He heard her heartbeat, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, a little silly, when he heard the girl's surprised and excited voice.
"Big Demon King! Are you back?!"
Lu Jiuque couldn't believe her eyes. One moment she was worried about Di Shifang, and the next moment he miraculously appeared in front of her. Is this an illusion
Seeing Lu Jiuque's expression changing again and again, Di Shifang pinched her cheek, his voice was as cold as ever, but there was a hidden smile in his eyes.
"Why are you so dazed? Don't you recognize me?"
Lu Jiuque shook his head quickly and plunged into his arms, hugging him tightly and greedily absorbing the breath from his body.
Di Shifang's ears instantly turned red, and pink bubbles bubbled up in his heart, but he did not forget to whisper: "Put away the things in your hands first..."
What's on hand
Lu Jiuque was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was holding a silver fragment in his hand.
Although he didn't know what it was, Lu Jiuque immediately picked up the thing according to Di Shifang's statement.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred in the altar in mid-air. The sacred and vast altar suddenly exploded. Was it going to fall and collapse? !
You must know that everyone is directly under the altar, and their bodies are weak because the Star Soul Vein has just been abolished, and they are unable to resist such huge rocks that fall like meteor showers.
They had no choice but to call for help again, pinning all their hopes on Lu Jiuque, hoping that she could save their lives again.
"Ah... help! Help, help!"
"Ah... Miss Ninth, please help! Miss Ninth!"
"Miss Ninth!"
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