Holding the dumplings onto a wooden plank, Shen Qingmian hugged Ling Che tightly and approached the shore.

At this time, Ling Che had completely lost his strength, so he could only lean softly in his arms.

The breeze blows, bringing up the waves, and the salty water lapping on the face, the feeling is self-evident.

The two of them struggled to get closer to the shore, one wave after another, each time they struck, draining their physical strength.

"Cold... It's so cold......"

Hearing the whispering of the person in his arms, Shen Qingmian hurriedly hugged him tighter, looking at Ling Che's pale face, all Shen Qingmian could do was hug him tightly and warm him with the little spiritual power he had left.

On the vast sea, the white fog, which was still relatively light, became thicker and thicker at the moment, and it was impossible to see where the coast was.

Ling Che tried to mobilize his spiritual power, but at this time, he was extremely weak, and his chest was still flashing red from time to time, and he couldn't gather spiritual power at all.

He grabbed Shen Qingmian with one hand, and climbed the wooden board tightly with the other, and the ball dangled unsteadily on the wooden board under his feet, and accidentally grabbed Ling Che's arm with one claw, scratching out a bloody mark.

Ling Che only felt a pain in his arm, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look.

The blood on his arm slowly floated into the air, turning into red silk threads in the air, wrapped around the danzi, and the dango seemed to be a little panicked, fluttering his claws to scratch the silk threads, but those silk threads seemed to be consciously tightly wrapped around it, slowly flowing into its body.

Ling Che was stunned, but he heard a voice from beside him

"It's... In the confession of the Lord. ”

Looking at Shen Qingmian, Ling Che: "Ahem, admit the Lord?" Isn't it just a drop of blood to confess the Lord? How does it... Why did you suck so much blood from me, I'm almost drained. ”

Shen Qingmian looked at him, saw his pale cheeks, wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, and said, "Bear with me, it won't take too long to recognize the master, and it will be fine soon." ”

Ling Che's eyes were a little dark, and he nodded forgedly.

After a while, the confession was finally over, and Ling Che was weak and collapsed in his arms.

The holy beast that has recognized the Lord, its spiritual power is combined with its master, and it is a higher level than its previous cultivation, but, because of this, it will share life and death with its master, and rely on it for blessings and misfortunes.

After soaking in the icy sea water for such a long time, a layer of frost formed on Shen Qingmian's delicate face, and the spiritual power in his body was continuously being transmitted to Ling Che's body, and he held on for a while, but finally he couldn't hold on, and his arm sank into the sea without strength.

A white light flashed on the plank, and the ball suddenly became larger, and the two people who fell into the water with their mouths were thrown on their backs, and they ran on the surface of the sea.

……

Demon Sect.

In the Xuanbing Cave, a woman in red was sealed in the ice coffin in the center, and when she looked closely, she saw that this woman's eyebrows were picturesque, beautiful and beautiful, and her skin was as white as snow in a red dress, and her appearance was captivating.

Her expression was serene and peaceful, except for the pale and bloodless lips, it was impossible to tell that this was a person who had been dead for many years, but more like a stunning beauty who had fallen asleep.

The man in the black and red python robe rarely showed a soft look, caressing his beloved wife's face through the ice coffin, and whispered in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

"Yan'er, the sunflower you planted back then has already bloomed, and I will throw the sunflower seeds that bear it every year in the back mountain, and I did it when I promised you the sea of flowers."

Speaking of this, he lowered his eyes, attached himself to the ice coffin and rubbed it gently, as before, except that no one would help him arrange his hair and clothes with a disgusted face.

The dignified Demon Sect is only here to ask for comfort like a wounded little beast.

"I did what I promised you, Huahai, son, I raised it well, even Nangong Feng, I listened to you, and I didn't hurt him again, but why... Why can't you do what you promised me? ”

"You said that you want to take your son to Penglai, to see the sea where Penglai once was, and to live there and plant a lot of sunflowers."

"These... But you said it......"

Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, dripping on the ice coffin.

He never thought of wanting to dominate the rivers and lakes, and all he wanted to do was just one person.

Yan'er, I have found Shennongding, wait, as long as I wait a little longer, I will be able to bring you back to life.

I promise you, when you come back to life, no matter who you really love, I... I will never stop you again, even if it ...... I can only watch you silently behind me all the time, watching you and others cling to each other, and I am also willing.

As long as you're good.