This is the most compromise way.
No one has any objections, time is running out, and this is the only way to go.
Now the four of them split up.
Huan Qingyan stopped talking and ran forward with all her strength.
I am afraid that if it is later, Xiaobao will be in danger, and it will be too late to regret it.
Jimo Ya didn't say a word, but followed closely behind.
However, this piece of dark magic land is vast and boundless, seemingly endless.
Little Treasure's consciousness was weak, and the search process was not very smooth. After running for an unknown number of miles, there was still no trace of Little Treasure.
Huan Qingyan's heart sank little by little.
There are thousands of puppets encountered along the way, and their cultivation is getting higher and higher.
"What is Xiaobao's cultivation level now?" Huan Qingyan asked in a deep voice.
"Mysterious Spirit Master."
Huan Qingyan stopped suddenly, and said angrily, "Mysterious Spiritualist? My son is only a mysterious Spiritualist. There are high-level puppets everywhere here, and there are no less than ten king-level puppets. How do you let my son survive?"
Jimo Ya remained silent.
He was also distraught.
"It's my fault for not taking good care of Xiaobao. Xiaoyan..."
"Don't call me by my name! You don't deserve it! Jimo Ya, you can't even protect your own son, what use are you for? Who are you pretending to be pitiful like this? Aren't you particularly awesome? You are awesome!" Huan Qingyan couldn't control her emotions.
She didn't want to quarrel with him originally, and there was nothing to quarrel with. She had nothing to do with him long ago.
Now, at best, they are just strangers they once knew.
It's just her child's father.
In modern times, the two of them are considered divorced, and Jimo is her ex-husband whom she has never had anything to do with.
However, Xiaobao's life and death are unknown now, and she heard that Xiaobao's cultivation base is too low, and she was worried about him, which led to her emotional outburst.
Jimo Ya let her roar, let her sarcasm, he just stared at her quietly.
Thousands of words turned into three words, "I'm sorry."
He has wanted to say these three words to her for a long time, sorry...
No chance.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoyan." He repeated softly.
Although the number of words is short, it is full of heart-wrenching complex emotions.
He meant not only the matter of Xiaobao's disappearance, he was making up for his future and past, and he was sorry for being late...
Jimo Ya stared at it like a deep pool, the stars in his eyes were dimmed, and there was only the faint reflection of his face.
Such as a deep stream of silence.
Huan Qingyan was stunned by this situation, at this moment, she felt inexplicably sad.
Like for Jimo Ya, but also like for herself.
She sensed Jimo Ya's heart full of pain, repression and regret...
But the scar on her back is still there, her shame and her pain are still there, her blood oath is still there... She will never forgive him.
Never, ever!
Huan Qingyan recovered from the short-term stupefaction, "If I can't find my son, I will kill you with my own hands, Jimo Ya, you are waiting to die!"
"Okay, I am willing." Jimo Ya turned around, the two stopped looking at each other and started talking.
The two continued on for a while.
After killing a large wave of puppets, Jimo Ya's expression suddenly changed.
"Go, Xiaobao is in front."
He has consciousness in Xiaobao, and now he can finally sense it.
Huan Qingyan also found that Xiaobao's consciousness seemed to be closer, and her spirits were greatly lifted, "Xiaobao!"
In front of them was a large group of puppets, as if they were surrounded by something in the center, all of them showed a look of fear, and they didn't want to leave.