Ling Xuanluo's cerebral pulse connection technique was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the direction of Mount Tai. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

was in a panic, and at this time, he found that Jiang Nanjun had more than one damage in his skull.

The shoreless lake is rippling, the lake is shrouded in mist, the cold wind can't help blowing, and Jiangnan Jun is in danger.

At this moment, the picture of the Void Realm changed, and the shoreless lake was removed, replaced by the beautiful scenery of the golden wheat fields in the wall of Flying Fire. Not only that, the warm breeze also sent a fragrant fragrance, Ling Xuanluo smelled relaxed, and was no longer disturbed by panicked emotions.

"Aunt Shizu!"

He expected that it was Xi Mutong's call just now, and she heard it, so she came to help. He was moved and grateful, and wanted to call her again, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

It turned out that thanks to the connection of the world, he and her were able to be inspired in the center of the virtual realm, and communicate with their hearts and mouths.

However, the connection of a realm can certainly allow the mind to communicate, but it can remove the lakeless lake, replace it with a golden wheat field, and use the warm wind to transmit power to him, Xi Mutong can only use Wan Yu Jue.

He couldn't shout the word "aunt", but her voice was like an empty valley orchid, coming from the void.

"Xuanluo, look, the wheat field under the sun is quiet. The warm wind is blowing through your ears and temples, bringing you the fragrance of wheat. In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, a flock of birds passed over the farmhouse, passed through the curling smoke, and disappeared into the sky. Everything here is so remote and peaceful, do you like it?"

She described the beautiful pastoral scenery in Ling Xuanluo's eyes. He was so fascinated by the sound that he watched a group of birds, transformed from herringbone formations into small dots, skimming overhead and disappearing under the golden horizon.

"I like it, Auntie, the stone mill village in the Flying Fire Streamer Wall is so beautiful!" he admired from the bottom of his heart.

Xi Mutong smiled rarely, and continued to explain: "You and your brother Jiangnan are sitting in the wheat field now, but he is in a deep sleep and can't see anything. He will miss this beauty, and he will not be able to open his eyes just because you are not done with your mission. Why don't you hurry up and help him get his brain pulse up and wake him up as soon as possible?"

"Yes, the wheat field on the edge of Shimo Village is the most beautiful scenery in the world! Brother Jiangnan loves Qingya, he will definitely like it, I must not let him miss it!"

Under Xi Mutong's hint, Ling Xuanluo had an incomparably powerful desire in his heart - Jiang Nanjun must open his eyes in order to keep this golden wheat field in his memory!

The power of desire instantly smoothed out his impetuousness, he no longer worried about the loud noise, his fingers probed forward steadily, and accurately landed on the tangled brain veins.

"Brother, bear with me a little longer, wait for me to clean the blood clot and open this knot for you, you will no longer be tormented by headaches, but will recover your health, and continue to fight with the fullest spirit!"

The blood clots were scattered, and he patiently absorbed them little by little. The two fingers of the other hand have caught the pulse line, and once the stasis is gone, the knot can be untangled.

Purple starlight, jumping between the bright red veins of the brain. Jiang Nanjun's face was serene, just like when he was treated as Huanshu just now, happy and happy.

At this moment, he didn't need to close his eyes to see the situation in his mind, and he couldn't help but lower his head to admire the wheat field again.

But this glance made his mood fluctuate, it turned out that the wheat field was gone, and the lake without a shore was still under him. It's just that the surface of the lake has been restored to its former level.

At this time, as long as he finds the right path and unties the knot, the continuation of the pulse will be over, but the wheat field is gone, and his already relaxed heart immediately tightened, and he shouted in his heart, "Auntie, are you still there?"