Ling Xuanluo was dying......

He forgot where he came from and how he fell into the water, in short, he was inexplicably submerged in the water, and the only feeling he felt was uncomfortable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Why did I fall overboard? I couldn't open my mouth, I couldn't breathe through my nose, I was so panicked that I couldn't breathe anymore, I guess I wouldn't be able to hold it anymore...... Could it be that I have fallen into the fountain of the ruins again? Ling'er ...... Ling'er save me......"

In the dark, his thoughts were intense, but his limbs could not move. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't find out where I was, the bones in my body lost the lightness of the fairy bones, and the whole person became a heavy stone, oppressed by the water, unable to breathe.

The sound of the water was constantly ringing in his ears, which made him even more nervous, and he waved his arms vigorously and kept pushing his legs, although he was not in order, but he could also push the water to go upstream.

Just when he thought that he was about to faint due to suffocation, he finally had a light on the top of his head, indicating that the water had arrived, so while he was still conscious, he drilled his head outward, let out a long moan, spit out the turbid air in his lungs, let out an angry roar, and opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned and looked around, unable to say a word.

How did he fall overboard? Not to mention the huge flow of water that can make a "bang-la-la" movement, not even a drop of water has been seen. He looked down at his body and stroked his hair, which was clean from head to toe, without a trace of moisture.

"The struggle of falling into the water turned out to be a hallucination...... recalling the panic just now, he felt funny, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he honestly fell back.

When it comes to the heart, everything that happened in the Void of the Valley of Camellia jumps into his mind, and he remembers everything.

When he was sure that everything was fine, the first thing he thought of was Jiang Nanjun, and he hurriedly looked around, and now that his mind was clear, he could see clearly that he was still in the ancient tomb room.

In front of him, Jiang Nanjun still had his eyes closed like a statue, sitting peacefully on the cushion. The ghost area opened his mouth wide, and looked at the Jinshu Saint angrily, as if he was about to make a move.

Because the two of them were fixed instantly, their expressions were very vivid, and their movements looked natural and smooth. However, according to this trend analysis, they are not planning to talk, but are about to fight.

Ling Xuanluo thought about it carefully, remembering that before being pulled into the Strange Cloud Fantasy Realm by Sangya's lightning, Jinshu Sheng was about to hurt Jiang Nanjun. After coming out of the illusion, the truth was revealed, Sonya did not want to harm him, but cast the bolting heart method in time, solidified the space in the secret room, and saved Jiang Nanjun at the moment of crisis. Now that the illusion is lifted, the space of the secret room will soon melt with it, but since he has decided to return the snow wolf, Jiang Nanjun can escape.

"This time, it was Sanya who saved my brother!" He couldn't help but be moved, and looked down at the snow wolf, but she still closed her eyes, breathing weakly, and seemed to have never woken up.

He reached out and touched her chest, feeling a hint of warmth, and there was a faint flash of red light where his hand brushed.

"It's Ling'er, it's signaling to me!" He looked at the red light with joy, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the red light disappeared and did not appear again.

While there was still a little time left, he talked to Ling'er, his own heart: "From today on, you will represent Xuanluo, accompany Sanya, and jump in her heart. She will breathe because of you and live because of you. From today onwards, we will work together to take her back from Nangong Xiang's clutches! ”

After talking to Ling'er, he looked at the snow wolf distressedly, stroked her forehead with his hand, and rubbed it on her soft fluff, but in his ears, the cold voice of the Jinshu Saint sounded.