"You have." Xuanyuan Yu clenched her somewhat cold little hand and said, "The last thing you lack is time." On the contrary, it was Chu Ye who lacked time. ”

Ling Luo raised his head, his eyes full of surprise, and asked, "Aren't the people of the Heavenly Realm all longevity and heavenly qi?" How can there be a lack of time? ”

"Even if it is a person from the Heavenly Realm, there are only a handful of people who live with Tianqi." Xuanyuan Yu patiently explained, "The Heavenly Realm is different from the Human Realm, the people in the Heavenly Realm cultivate the life marks, and what will be the word 'reverse' is to continuously deepen the layers of life marks, so as to continuously extend their lifespan." ”

"For gifted people, the life marks are naturally getting thicker and thicker, and the lifespan is naturally getting longer and longer. But if you don't have enough talent, your life will stagnate, and you will sit and wait for death. ”

Ling Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, and a glimmer of light crossed his mind, and he said, "Is this why Chu Ye needs a young man's life?" ”

According to the words of the celestial executioner named Moon Shadow, with Chu Ye's existing cultivation, in the Quming Sect of the Celestial Realm, he was at most a small minion character.

The number of life marks in his life mark was not enough, and his cultivation stagnated, so he extended his claws to the human world.

"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu affirmed Ling Luo's guess, and a cold color crossed his eyes like black holes, "Although Chu Ye was captured by the Heavenly Realm Executioner, I think he will definitely not give up, even if he can't go to the Lower Realm in person, he can send his henchmen and minions in the Human Realm to deal with you." ”

Ling Luo's face also became grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Then I must be strong in the fastest time." ”

She could already predict that in the next few years when Chu Ye was imprisoned by the Heavenly Realm enforcers, there would be countless minions who would come to provoke trouble!

"The most important thing for you now is to recover as soon as possible." Xuanyuan Yu looked at Ling Luo steadily, his eyes like black holes full of worry.

"Knock knock—"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Ling Luo was stunned, in this kind of chaos, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, where will anyone have the time to come and see her?

"Sister, it's me, Xiao Zheng." A hoarse voice with a slight anxious appearance came from the doorway.

"It's him, Yu, you go open the door."

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Yu nodded.

After the door opened, he walked slowly to the bedside, a pair of purple eyes looked at Ling Luo's extremely pale face fixedly, and something faintly glittered in the corner of his eye.

"Sister, I knew that you would not die."

The corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked slightly, and his eyes fell on the thirteen-year-old and beautiful young man in front of him, and said, "Robbery, you are different." ”

He slowly squatted down, grabbed Ling Luo's hand, and lay his head on her tender palm, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her hoarse voice was a little choked: "I thought I had become stronger, but I didn't expect that I still wanted to be the same, and I couldn't help anything, so I could only stand on the side stupidly." ”

Looking at the way he was crying, Ling Luo's heart softened involuntarily, he was still a child after all.

She stretched out a hand, like an elder, gently stroked his head, and said, "I don't blame you, that's what I asked for myself." ”

After speaking, she raised her head again, looked at the person she cared about the most, looked at the pair of eyes like black holes full of worry, and smiled lightly: "I promise, I will never take care of everyone in the future and do such desperate things." ”