Feeling anxious for a while, he had no choice but to call Xiaobao vigorously.
"Xiaobao, come out, Xiaobao..."
I don't know why, Yun Luoxue cried with tears.
She cried because she felt sorry for Qianmo Qingcheng, and also because she was worried that something might happen to Qianmo Qingcheng.
For the first time, I cried so emotionally, and for the first time I cried so worried about a person.
She believes that crying is the behavior of the weak, and crying can't solve anything.
But at the end, I discovered that crying can also be a kind of vent.
The second time, Yun Luoxue felt that she was very weak, so weak that she had to be protected by others in the face of danger.
It's really too weak, this is not her, not what she wants...
"Xiaobao..." As long as there is a little hope, Yun Luoxue also wants to hold on tightly.
At this moment, she was like a person about to drown, desperately trying to grab a life-saving wood.
Qianmo Qingcheng was already a top powerhouse on Mingfeng Continent, but this power contained darkness and was extremely evil, as if it came from the strongest essence of hell.
Qian Mo Qingcheng and her are not rivals...
She knew that there was an extremely powerful and even non-human figure behind Ye Shuihan.
She even guessed that Ye Shuihan and the others wanted to watch Yinmo die.
Although they didn't know that Qianmo Qingcheng was Yinmo, they tried every means to get rid of Yinmo.
Unexpectedly, they bumped into all this inadvertently.
Make things come early.
Perhaps this force was prepared for Yinmo.
It just made them bump into it by accident.
Do you want Yin Mo or Qian Mo Qingcheng to die
With a bite of Yinfang, Yun Luoxue's eyes filled with fierce fierceness. They wanted Qianmo Qingcheng to die, and she wanted him to live.
Live well, even if you sacrifice yourself, you must live... ....
Holding her slender five fingers fiercely, Yun Luoxue felt as if she had made a determination in her heart, and took out the Ling Lingzhu from her neck.
The turquoise beads are brilliant and beautiful.
The bright Ling Lingzhu is like the brightest star in the sky, blooming with its own dazzling light in the lifeless treasure room.
Yun Luoxue had never known what kind of spiritual creature Yu Lingzhu was, but on several occasions, she relied on Ling Lingzhu's aura to resolve crises again and again.
Now, looking at the Lingying Orb in front of him, Yun Luoxue's eyes were obscure and unbearable. This should be the last time he has used it.
While thinking about it, Yun Luoxue only felt that a coercion was like a ten-thousand-year-old boulder, covering her body and mind heavily.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's eyes were stern, and he said solemnly: "Luo Xue, remember what I said when we entered the treasure room?"
Yun Luoxue didn't answer, she was thinking about how to rescue Qianmo Qingcheng from the black power.
The black power is darker than the night sky, like a huge clutch, stretching out its hostility around the treasure room.
Implied domineering, bloodthirsty and cruel power seeps out bit by bit, like colorless air, spreading around.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's mind was in a trance, such a feeling... How could he be so familiar
The familiarity made him extremely hate this kind of hostility and evil spirit.
They are like natural enemies who know each other but hate each other at the same time.
With panic effort, the black clutches once again approached his jade-like face, and the distance between them is now only ten centimeters.