"Calculate the time, the ghost baby of the cheap maid is about to arrive, if she can't get out of the hiding place, she will be scattered within a hundred years, and she will never enter reincarnation. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It was only at this time that Liu Zhao finally understood the real reason why the ghost woman under the volcano was so frustrated!

She sent people to find Hebo Shuifu in order to get back her demon pill spirit bone, with this demon pill spirit bone, she can reshape her body, and the ghost baby will turn into a god.

And the ghost cultists invaded Huaxia several times and wreaked havoc on the mountains and rivers here, just to destroy the trend of the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, so that she could soar smoothly.

Liu Zhao sneered again and again in his heart, this cheap maid who had committed heinous crimes in the Huaxia Human Realm and God Realm actually still had the illusion of ascending!

"Old ghost woman!" Liu Zhao gritted her teeth, new hatred and old hatred surged into her heart together, and she said coldly: "Still thinking about soaring? Sooner or later, one day, my aunt and grandmother will help you and become a! ”

"Linger, Ah Mi has passed on the Heart of Roselle to you, has you?" Just as Liu Zhao gritted his teeth, Hebo Zhanran's gaze fell on the red mark on Liu Zhao's left chest, and he asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, Ancestor Luo Shen said that this is a space that her heart has been refined." Speaking of the secrets she carried, Liu Zhao really felt that there was nothing to keep about Hebo, and she told the ins and outs of the heart of Luoshen to Hebo in the crystal mirror like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

In the mirror, Hebo had been silent, just staring at the heart-shaped imprint with his ink-black eyes.

But the good woman, who had been listening quietly, couldn't hold back any longer, she quickly ran to Liu Zhao, knelt on the ground, looked at Liu Zhao eagerly, and said with tears in her eyes: "Girl, please let the old man in and see the space left by my wife, okay?" ”

"Absolutely!" Liu Zhao replied without thinking, for some reason, she had a heartfelt closeness to this good woman.

"Linger, I, can I go in too?" He Bo's voice was hoarse and suppressed, and he looked at Liu Zhao longingly through the crystal mirror.

"Let's go, let's go together!" Liu Zhao has always been a character who does what she says, she holds the good woman with one hand and puts the other hand on the crystal mirror, and as soon as her heart moves, they enter the Roselle space.

In the Roselle space, Xiaoqing and Dahua both squatted on the beach, watching Xiaohuo spew out a small ball of flames, grilling the sea fish that Xiaoqing had just caught from the sea.

Liu Zhao, who originally wanted to show off the fragrance of birds and flowers in the space, was coughed by a mushy and fishy smell as soon as he came in.

"Oops, little fire! You've scorched another fish! Xiao Qing's angry voice came from the seaside, and Liu Zhao's heart was shattered!

"Ah Mi ......" He Bo in the crystal mirror saw the lyre suspended in the sea of flowers at a glance, and completely ignored the three demons in the space.

Suddenly, the crystal mirror emitted a dazzling blue light, and in the scream of the good woman, a white dragon phantom flew out of the crystal mirror and went straight to the ancient lyre!

"Mi, I'm here!" The white dragon wrapped its body around the lyre, and in the shadow, it was obvious that the dragon's eyes were blind, which was the incarnation of Hebo's body!

"Ah Mi, are you still there? Ah Mi! Where are you? ......" called, like crying, and a blood-red mist and rain suddenly fell in the sky, that was Hebo's tears, right?

With a "zheng" sound, the dragon's claws inadvertently touched the strings, and the guqin emitted a loud sound.

"Ah Mi!" The phantom of the white dragon became fainter and fainter, but the voice of Hebo calling for Luo Shen did not stop for a long time.

"Madame, if you are here, meet us!" The good woman knelt on the edge of the sea of flowers and cried out loudly.

In the sea of flowers, the shadow of the white dragon is getting fainter and fainter, constantly looking for it among the flowers, calling the name of Roselle in a loud voice. And the flowers are overseas, and the kowtow of the good woman is knocking!

Liu Zhao stood aside, facing this situation, he couldn't help but cry like rain!

Xiaoqing and Dahua had already thrown the scorching grilled fish into their mouths, and Dahua didn't forget to blow away the fishy smell with the wind. The three little demons stood silently on the seashore, looking at Hebo and Shanpo, who suddenly entered the space, and petrified at the same time.

After a long time, the phantom of the white dragon had faded like a wisp of green smoke, and he hung helplessly over the sea of flowers, unable to support the dragon's incarnation any longer, and flew back into the crystal mirror step by step.

In the crystal mirror, layers of waves emerged, and in the splashing of water, Hebo's weak figure gradually appeared inside.

He no longer has the demeanor of Liu Zhao when he first saw him, and at this moment, Hebo in the mirror, his long snow-white hair was messily draped, and his eyes became dim.

He sat abruptly on the water, strands of snow-white hair scattered across his forehead, snaking in the waves below him. Hebo hung his head dyingly, and the old twilight emanated from his body.

"Madame! Have mercy on our master and servant, and see us. Madam, Ashan, I beg you......" The good woman's forehead was already covered with blood, blood and tears, flowing on her sad and sad face, and the atmosphere of sadness was shrouded in the Roselle space.

"Ah Mi, you still won't forgive me? After thousands of years, we still can't see each other in the end? Tears fell silently in the crystal mirror, causing ripples in layers.

"Ancestor Hebo, the last time Luo Shen appeared was when Na Wan Mi tried to swallow my Yuan Shen. She came out to protect me, but in the end she was defeated by a square magic weapon from that guy. Liu Zhao recalled some of her fragmentary memories of being in a coma.

"The magic weapon of the square?" In the crystal mirror, He Bo slowly raised his head, and his obsidian-like eyes suddenly emitted a sudden light, "It's the Yellow River watermark!" This slut actually hurt Ah Mi with my watermark! ”

"Madam, the Yellow River watermark was stolen by the when I and my master were not in the Water Mansion!" The good woman shouted to the middle of the sea of flowers: "That was not given to her by the master, it was stolen by the!" ”

"Zheng!" The lyre in the center of the sea of flowers suddenly played a syllable by itself!

"Mi, is that you? Where are you? He Bo looked up sharply, looked anxiously out of the crystal mirror, and asked weakly, he was no longer capable of coming out of the mirror.

Because after all, this is just a wisp of his divine thoughts, and Hebo's real body, together with the Yuan Shen, has become a boulder that suppresses the eyes of the Yellow River!

The intermittent syllables of "Zheng, Zheng......" played an ancient song.

A look of remembrance appeared on Hebo's face, and he followed the faint music, humming an ancient ballad in a melodious and cold voice:

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Retrospectively from it, the road is obstructive and long. Swimming back from it, it's like being in the middle of the water......"

The last syllable of the ancient song was not played again for a long time, but Hebo was in the water mirror, crying and muttering to himself: "Ah Mi, in the end, we still can't see it, we can't see it!" ”

"Master, ma'am?" The good woman asked puzzled.

"Ah Mi, her soul is gone!" He Bo's trembling hands covered his pale face, and he choked up: "In order to protect Linger's spiritual platform, she was watermarked by the Yellow River...... Wounded, even the last mana is gone! (To be continued.) )