"Leaving the king, how is Ling'er?" Sand Moon asked worriedly.

"It's no big deal." Ink Dust regained his pale look. "Now, can you tell me why Ling'er didn't enter the space at that time?"

"This ......" Shayue sighed, "Originally, I wanted to let her enter the space before that time, but Ling'er said that if she entered the space, no one would be able to stop this person, and she couldn't let him go to Yulin Pass to destroy." And our strength is not enough to fight against the old man, so we are locked in the space, if she hadn't fainted, we still can't get out now. ”

Speaking of this, several people couldn't help but clench their fists. Strength! It's strength again!

This Ling'er is really kind and a headache! Obviously he is a kind-hearted person, but he always likes to be a bad person.

Ink Dust nodded, turned and entered the wooden house.

The rest of the people glanced at each other and silently went to the side to cultivate. They want to improve their strength!

In the wooden house, Mo Zhanchen stared at the pale man lying on the bed, his eyes full of distress and chagrin.

"Hmm......" The man on the bed snapped and opened his clear eyes. Without a trace of confusion, he looked at the ink dust.

Mo Zhanchen also noticed that she had woken up, glanced at Zi Xueling lightly, and turned around and walked to the table.

Zi Xueling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what happened before, as if she had confronted the Divine Venerable regardless of her own danger, as if she was still injured, as if she was still powerless under the attack of the old man. Afterward......

Looking at the side face of the ink-stained dust, Zi Xueling swallowed involuntarily.

"Dust ......," Zi Xueling called softly. Ink Dust turned around and ignored her.

"Dust......" Zi Xueling got out of bed gently, walked barefoot behind Ink-stained Dust and bent down to wrap around him, "Oops, dust, I'm wrong, can't I do it, I promise I won't next time!" Don't be angry......" Zi Xueling shook the ink and dust.

"Do you have another time?" Mo Ranchen asked with an eyebrow.

"No, no, there will be no next time." Zi Xueling immediately raised her hand to reassure, and then looked at the ink stained dust with flattery.

"Ling'er, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself, why do you want you to go on the expedition, why don't you stop my father." Mo Zhanchen said softly.

"When I arrived, I saw that the old man was delivering the final blow to you, and that palm was ten percent of his spiritual power, and you fell to the ground with a dying breath, and my heart was broken. Ling'er, why are you so stupid? Mo Zhanchen looked at Zi Xueling's eyes, his eyes full of distress and fear that something would happen to her.

"This is your country, how can I watch it be broken and nothing can be done? Besides, those people are innocent, they also have families, parents, wives and children, how do you make me stand idly by? Zi Xueling said softly.

"Without you, what does this continent and these people have to do with me?" Mo Zhanchen said softly.

A burst of warmth crossed Zi Xueling's heart, and she shook the ink and dust slightly, "Okay, I know." ”

Only then did Mo Zhanchen turn around and hold Zi Xueling to his lap, looking at her undisguised jade feet, his face sank again. "Zi Xueling, whoever told you to get out of bed without shoes, you are not afraid of freezing." With that, he carried Zi Xueling back to the bed.

Zi Xueling stuck out her tongue and looked playful.

Mo Zhanchen helplessly helped his forehead, "Zi Xueling, I lost to you." ”

Not only did he lose to you, but he also lost the people and the new.

"You can rest for a while." Ink Stain Dust said softly.

Zi Xueling obediently closed her eyes under the gaze of Ink-stained Dust, and soon fell asleep.

Ink Dust, on the other hand, got up and walked towards the door.