"You don't have to thank me," Ling Luo knew in her heart how heavy the word "xiexie" was when she came out of Mo Lan Jiuye's mouth, but she didn't have the slightest hint of flattery, she just responded in a tone of equal status without humility or arrogance, "I share the same soul with Luo Xue, and the feeling in my heart is very similar, although I don't love you as much as her, but I also like you like a friend, so I don't want you to despise your life like this." ”

Ling Luo's voice was as light and warm as the sun, and her beautiful and peerless face bloomed with a smile that was brighter than that of a mountain of rosemary, which made Mo Lan Jiuye's heart turbulent without the slightest impurity, just feeling relieved and relaxed simply because of her words.

Ling Luo noticed the change in the aura on Mo Lan Jiuye's body, and the big stone that had been hanging in her heart was finally put down, and it was not in vain that she tried her best to let Mo Lan Jiuye find a glimmer of life, so that she could also explain to the deceased Luo Xue.

"Everything is already clear, you should also know what Luo Xue has worked so hard to preserve, I hope you don't waste her hard work in vain, leave the past behind, and start over."

Ling Luo stretched out his hand and patted Mo Lan Jiuye's shoulder, like an old friend who had been friends for a long time, his attitude was unflinching and generous, hoping that after such a baptism like the fire of Nirvana, Mo Lan Jiu Ye could be reborn from the fire and live a good life with Luo Xue's share.

A faint but sincere smile appeared on Mo Lan Jiuye's face, like melting ice and snow in early spring, although it was not as intoxicating as it once bewitched, but it was innocent and beautiful.

Ling Luo was responding to this smile, but he was shocked in the next second, only because Mo Lan Jiuye's face turned pale in an instant, and he spat out blood, staining the ground red with rosemary, and fell into Ling Luo's arms like a butterfly with folded wings.

Ling Luo saw that the three souls were suddenly gone, and she saw that Mo Lan Jiuye's eyes were closed tightly, and her breath was almost so faint that she couldn't detect it.

Mo Lan Jiuye's pulse fluctuated and he was weak, no wonder Ling Luo felt that his complexion was very bad when he saw him, at first he thought that he was fasting and lost his strength, but it turned out that it was actually caused by Mo Lan Jiu Ye forcibly stopping cultivating the blood pupil.

The blood pupil was originally an ancient forbidden technique, it was not easy to cultivate, and the conditions were extremely harsh, and it was necessary for the cultivator to break off his love before he could succeed, when Mo Lan Jiuye was out of control and did such a cruel thing to Luo Xue, it was probably because the blood pupil's backlash was too domineering to confuse his sanity.

Ling Luo could understand that he had to stop cultivating the Blood Pupil, and he also knew how much he resented that he had hurt Luo Xue like that, but the Blood Pupil's magic was extremely demonic, and once he forcibly stopped cultivating, the power of the backlash would be even worse than before, and the power of danger was enough to hurt his roots.

Mo Lan Jiu Ye relied on his deep spiritual power and a lonely courage that was not afraid of death, so he would last so long in this Rosemary Valley, according to his current pulse, Mo Lan Jiu Ye's life has hung between a thread, if he stays like this again, I am afraid that he will really not be able to save it.

Only by returning to the Night Palace and finding a safe and quiet place can Mo Lan Jiuye heal her injuries, thinking of this, Ling Luo did not delay any longer, and immediately flew out of the valley with the person who had passed out in her arms.