After Ji Mingyu left, Xi Yue calmed down for a while before moving Xi Jia and the others out of the space.
It's not that she doesn't trust Xi Jia and Qingluan, after experiencing such a life-and-death disaster, she has already regarded these people as her dearest relatives.
But now Xi Yue already knows that the existence of Xumi Dimension is really against the sky, and it may even be more mysterious than the realm of refining spirits. Just imagine how many magic weapons there are in this world that can tear apart space and send people thousands of years ago
Powerful and mysterious also means danger. Knowing such a secret is not good for Xi Jia and Qingluan.
There was a knock on the door, Xi Yue sensed that it was unknown, and said loudly, "Come in."
A young man in a red robe opened the door and came in. The clothes and hair on his body were covered with morning dew, which made them a little damp, and his whole body carried a damp and cold morning air.
Xi Yue frowned, and didn't say much. She raised her hand, and warm spiritual power enveloped the young man, quickly dispelling the cold and damp.
The original depth in Unknown's eyes was tinged with warmth, he took a few steps closer, and looked at Xi Jia and the others who were still awake.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Are they your slaves?"
Xi Jia and the others were once branded as slaves. Although Xi Yue wanted to get rid of them, they were unwilling.
Xi Yue shook her head and said, "No, they are not my slaves, but my relatives."
Just as he was talking, Xi Jia, who had the highest cultivation, was the first to wake up.
But his first reaction was not to look around, but jumped up abruptly, and let out a quick exclamation, "Miss, hurry up and save Miss!"
Xi Yue closed her eyes, suppressed the moisture in her eyes, knelt down and said, "Xi Jia, don't worry, I'm here."
While talking, the rest of Xi Yi and Qing Luan slowly woke up.
Several people stared blankly at Xi Yue, or Xi Jia gently called out in a hoarse voice, "Miss?"
"it's me."
Xi Jia suddenly straightened up and knelt down in front of Xi Yue, a man of five big and three thick, but broke down in tears at this moment: "Miss, all the subordinates are incompetent, and there is no way to protect the lady. If there is a chance in the next life, Xi Jia is willing to swear to stay with you to the death." Miss..."
The memories of the few people are still at the scene before they died. Now when they saw Xi Yue, they thought it was a dream, and they also thought that everyone had gone to hell together. They instinctively thought that Xi Yue was also killed, and their eyes were red. Guilt and sadness again.
Xi Yue was a little dumbfounded.
The original sourness came to my heart, but now it has turned into a smile.
Seeing that Xi Yue was fine, Xi Jia and the others would not be in any danger to Xi Yue, so they shrugged and retreated.
Only then did Xi Yue say: "What are you doing? Who said I was dead, and who said you were dead too?"
Everyone stopped crying immediately, and Qingluan touched his face first, and then his hands.
She found that her body was warm, and the original serious injuries were gone.
Qingluan stared at Xi Yue with wide eyes, "Miss, we... are we not dead?"
"Yes, you are not dead, you are alive and well." Xi Yue looked at her with a smile.
"We're not dead? Are we really not dead?" Qingluan repeated over and over again, tears welling up in his eyes again.
Xi Yue said softly with a decisive tone: "As long as I have one day, I will not let you die easily."
"Miss!!" Qingluan threw herself into Xi Yue's arms, couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears.