With the blood lamp burning, Qianmo Qingcheng began to look for it at the entrances of the seven spaces one by one.
He usually has a calm and unsatisfactory touch, but now he is really anxious, for fear that if he takes a step slower, Luo Xue will encounter greater danger.
Yun Luoxue bent slightly, squatting in the mist, holding her head in her arms, crying vigorously, shaking her head vigorously, she doesn't want this to happen, don't...
The inner struggle made Yun Luoxue feel inexplicably breathless.
She is not a person who can't restrain herself from crying, why is she crying so hoarsely today
She didn't know, it was because the sorrow in the mist had passed through the skin and rushed into her heart, covering her in an atmosphere of pain and sorrow.
She had no choice but to cry as much as she could not bear it, so she squeezed her fist fiercely, and her nails fell into her palms, bleeding ticking.
But this still couldn't stop her from crying, and couldn't stop the heavy and struggling in her heart.
"what-"
Yun Luoxue looked up, and a stern roar penetrated the mist, wandering in the silent space, staying for a long time.
Her face was full of tears, and her hair was messy and clinging to her ears, which looked very distressing.
Clenching her fist tightly, Yun Luoxue was about to smash her fist towards the ground.
She really couldn't stand the torment of this kind of struggle.
Maybe just a little bit of pain in the body can relieve her of this kind of inner torture.
Seeing that the clenched fist of the slender five fingers was about to hit the ground.
A figure suddenly arrived, and the next moment Yun Luoxue was leaned in a warm embrace.
"Luo Xue..."
The words Qianmo Qingcheng are like the best voice in the world, with deep distress and fear of loss.
Yun Luoxue raised her eyes, still crying, and suddenly threw herself into his chest, tightly encircling Qianmo Qingcheng's neck, hugging him, "Qingcheng, Qingcheng..."
She didn't know what to say, she could only call his name over and over again.
Qian Mo Qingcheng stroked her back lightly, coaxing softly: "It's okay, it's okay..."
While speaking, Qian Mo Qingcheng patted Yun Luoxue's hand, sending a burst of spiritual power towards her back.
Yun Luoxue suddenly felt that the big stone in her heart had been removed, and she felt a lot more relaxed.
Wiping the tears from her face, Yun Luoxue was a little dazed.
Why are you crying so much? She still remembered what she saw, just why she felt so tired from crying. Just now, she just felt so depressed.
Qian Mo Qingcheng wiped away the tears on her face, smiled slightly, and had some comforting power: "The sadness and painful spirit blessed in the mist will slowly torture people's hearts and make people fall into the abyss of pain."
His face was a little pale, but he only cared about Yun Luoxue's safety.
Yun Luoxue nodded in hindsight, raised her pretty face, and saw Qian Mo Qingcheng's slightly pale face, "Why is his face so pale, what happened?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng helped Yun Luoxue up and hugged it horizontally. In order to avoid Yun Luoxue's inexplicable disappearance again, he still felt that he was more at ease holding her.
Listening to Yun Luoxue's worry, he just smiled faintly, as if the spring breeze was blowing in the willows: "It's okay, um, I'm afraid that something will happen to you.
Yun Luoxue was startled, is this explanation true
She was nestled in Qianmo Qingcheng's arms, feeling extremely relieved and contented.
Looking sideways at his face, I can't help but frown again and think, is this really the case
Why does she feel that this is a situation where too much spiritual power or essence and blood are consumed