It's just that at that time, the divine source was as white as holy light.

After thousands of years of infection, the Holy Light Divine Source was infected by the sea water and became sea blue.

Ling Luo couldn't see the face of that beautiful woman clearly, and only felt that she was very sad.

The voice and shadow of the beautiful woman gradually disappeared into the sea.

It was at that moment that Ling Luo opened his eyes.

Her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the ceiling neatly, and her mood was agitated, and she was speechless for a long time.

The dream was so real that it seemed like it was there.

Who is the woman in the dream?

Why did that woman's feelings really come to her?

Thinking so, Ling Luo's eyes gradually lost focus.

Her consciousness was out of her mind.

At this time, a very strange scene occurred in the room, the source stone, which was two meters high, took the initiative to run out of her black jade space ring and stood in midair.

The sea-blue divine source exuded a faint fluorescence, and the power contained in it actively flowed out, like a stream, into Ling Luo's body.

The two-meter-tall divine source contains amazing power.

If it were an ordinary person who had received so much power, I am afraid that he would have exploded and died.

But Ling Luo, who was unconscious, her body seemed to be a bottomless pit, greedily sucking the power within the divine source.

From day to night, and from night to day.

The huge divine source, which was two meters tall, had become only half a meter in size in one day and one night.

The cheap dragon squatted on the stone steps outside the door of Ling Luo's bedroom, frowning, and looking unhappy.

Why hasn't Xiao Luo come out yet?

So can you sleep?

No matter how tired you are, you can't sleep for a day and a night without going out, right?

No, there's something wrong!

The red black eyes of the cheap dragon narrowed slightly, and with a black meow head, he pushed against the door of the top bedroom, stretched out a claw, and poked hard.

Then, with a "squeak," the door opened.

The cheap dragon jumped into Ling Luo's bed with ease.

"Hey, Xiaoluo, Xiaoluo!"

The cheap dragon stretched out the soft flesh cushion and gently patted Ling Luo's cheek.

Unfortunately, there was no reaction at all.

She was like a shell without a soul, her eyes round and unfocused.

The cheap dragon looked around for a while, and then found the sea blue source stone in mid-air.

The rich aura flowed into Ling Luo's body from that source stone in a steady stream.

The eyes of the cheap dragon were slightly dark.

Is this thing doing the trick?

He threw himself into the process, trying to pounce on the half-meter-tall divine source and terminate the teleportation.

But to his surprise, his body was glued to the divine source and couldn't get down.

"What is this?"

The cheap dragon shook his head, his eyes rolled up, and he felt that the skull-shaped earrings on his ears seemed to have a richer aura flowing out and merging into Ling Luo's body.

From such a close distance, the cheap dragon could clearly feel that if the aura flowing from the divine source was the qi of the minister, then the aura that flowed from his ears was the qi of the king.

The cheap dragon felt that he couldn't move at all.

The aura was so strong that it took him breathless.

After about two hours, the dragon felt that the earrings seemed to loosen.

He stretched out his black meow paws, fiddled with it, and with a "snap", the earrings fell off his ears and fell on the half-meter-high divine source.

Cheap dragon rejoice!