Time passes slowly.

Sunset.

Ling Luo slowly opened his eyes.

The crimson light flowed, and she stamped her hands on her chest, encouraging all her vitality.

Suddenly, in the magma pool, most of the magma boiled up, soaring into the sky, dozens of meters high.

It's done!

A rain of magma fell from the sky, and the entire canopy was dyed red.

Ling Luo slowly stood up, his eyes rippling, watching the scorching rain slowly fall, a faint smile on his lips.

The first step is to spread the hot rain with the help of the magma pool, and the second step is to completely rely on your own strength to spread the hot rain.

When she came down from the stone platform in the magma pool, she happened to see the flameburst.

He was looking at her with a red beard and a smile in front of the simple, dilapidated thatched house.

"Master."

Ling Luo tapped the stone on his toes, his body fluttered like a fairy, flew in front of Yan Bang's body, and Shi Shiran saluted.

"Luo'er, well done." Yan Bang was very satisfied, and said, "It's only been two days, and you've already comprehended the first layer of Ah Rhinitis Prison. Back then, it took me half a month to get to the bottom of the first layer. ”

A happy look appeared on Ling Luo's face, and he bowed down for a mile and said, "The master is too famous." ”

"You don't need to be called by the teacher, that's the name of the students in the academy." Yan Bang waved his hand and said, "Between you and me, there should be a master-apprentice relationship, you can call me master." ”

Ling Luo's heart shook, he knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Luo'er see Master." ”

Yan Bang's seniority is extremely high, even the principal of Jiulan Academy, Lord Han, has to respectfully call Uncle when he sees him.

In this way, isn't she the same generation as Chen Han?

That's just too much money!

"It's not early, Luo'er, go back quickly." Yan burst into laughter very kindly, "No matter how you say it, you're still a girl, and it's not safe to be alone in the Demon Cloud Forest at night." ”

"Yes, in vain."

Ling Luo walked on the path out of Yanguang Valley, the sky gradually darkened, and the chirping of all kinds of birds and insects around him was endless.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is already approaching the depths of winter.

On the Moyun Mountain Range, in addition to the snow maple trees, there are also large plum trees, plum blossoms are blooming, exuding a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.

Ling Luo was in a very good mood, humming a pleasant tune as he walked.

It was a little tune in my hometown a thousand years ago, and it was a love song sung by an unmarried girl to the young man she loved.

After a thousand years, the ancient characters have declined, and the meaning of the lyrics, looking at the entire Tianyuan Continent, no one should be able to understand it.

It is precisely because of this that she can sing so comfortably.

But the strange thing is that while she was singing, what came to her mind was the bits and pieces of getting along with Xuanyuan Yu.

Why did you think of him?

When Ling Luo came to his senses, he was frightened by himself.

She...... Could it be that I already subconsciously like that person, right?

Even when I sang the love song of my hometown a thousand years ago, all I thought in my heart and in my head was the man who laughed like a big fox.

A thin layer of clammy sweat formed on Ling Luo's forehead.

It's horrible!

She looked up and saw that the sky was already dark, and the first quarter moon tonight, with a crooked hook, hung in the sky, looking unusually cold.

Ling Luo thought she was dazzled.