The fact that Xiao Ziyu disappeared out of thin air made Ling Luo's mood change from happy and excited at first to fear and fear, under normal circumstances, he would never leave Ling Luo alone, and he left alone, and now the only reason that can be said is that Xiao Ziyu encountered danger, so he had to leave her temporarily.

Thinking of the countless dangers that Xiao Ziyu might encounter, Ling Luo's mood immediately began to become anxious, and every minute and second spent was extremely tormenting, she quickly packed everything up, changed into a clean and tidy fit white clothes, and went out to find Xiao Ziyu.

But it is not easy to find someone in the vast sea of people, Ling Luo doesn't even know where to start, the only thing she can think of about Xiao Ziyu's inexplicable disappearance is Jinyu, after all, they have been hunted down by the people of Jinyu, and it is impossible for the people of Demon Capital and Snow City to do anything excessive to Xiao Ziyu.

But the Ghost Face Army of Jinyu had obviously just been cleaned up by them together, how could another batch appear in such a short period of time? Moreover, the ultimate goal of the Ghost Face Army should be Ling Luo, how could they only take action against Xiao Ziyu alone and ignore Ling Luo who was in a coma?

All kinds of unusual details made Ling Luo's brain like a ball of tangled yarn, and he clearly knew that the most taboo and helpless tension in this situation was now, but Ling Luo just couldn't restrain the conjectures in his mind, and his heart was full of emotions called worry.

The lingering experience of last night was still clearly retained in Ling Luo's mind, and she could even feel the temperature of Xiao Ziyu's touch on her skin and the thin calluses on his wide palm, but now there was no longer the young man with a stunning face but a sunny smile beside her.

Ling Luo's nose was full of sourness, and her eyes were moist and about to cry, she was so helpless and hesitant, she didn't know what to do, but there was nothing she could do except try to stay calm and self-controlled, because now she was the only one who could save Xiao Ziyu from unknown dangers.

Just when Ling Luo was tidying up his mind and preparing to return to Dark Night City along the road to ask for help from Molan Jiuye, he unexpectedly Yujian at the city gate with a team of Syracuse soldiers in iron armor, as well as the purple-clothed, fluttering shadow, the familiar warmth poured into his heart in an instant, almost making Ling Luo lose his armor and cry silently.

Jingli has always been the most calm and rational spokesperson, those light purple eyes have always been cold and cold, and there have been no violent fluctuations, but at this moment, she pounced without any image, and hugged Ling Luo, who was stunned in place, tightly embraced.

"Luo, you're okay, it's really good!" Although Jingli's face was still hidden under the light purple veil, it did not prevent her from releasing her intense emotions at all, and she couldn't hide her strong concern for Ling Luo, and her usual cold voice was also dyed with a warm taste.

God knows how Jing Li has spent the days since Ling Luo's disappearance, every day and every night she is worried about whether Ling Luo is safe and sound, self-blame and remorse are like sharp knives, stabbing her heart fiercely, how many times Jing Li has seen Ling Luo being tortured in her dreams, and then waking up sweating profusely.