The cold eyes reminded Yaoguang of the scene of the first encounter with He Batjue, although He Batjue saved her, but he also looked at himself with such emotionless eyes.

"Yaoguang," Jin Long's small hand held hers, "he's not He Batjue. ”

Yaoguang couldn't help but clench his hand, and there was a hint of sadness in his smile, "You're right, he is indeed not He Batjue. ”

The mountain lord of Xianling Mountain left with her own spaceship, but her gaze could not be taken back from this man.

"How can there be such a similar person in the world?" Yaoguang muttered, "Is it an illusion?" ”

Jin Long's voice was a little low, "Maybe the appearance used by the Jade Evil Human Realm is his." ”

Otherwise, how to explain that these two people are so similar.

He Batjue was just a distraction, but this fairy mountain lord was a living person.

"Little junior sister, ...... you" Lan Hong came behind her and asked, "Do you have an old man who is similar to the mountain lord of Xianling Mountain?" ”

Yaoguang didn't answer, but asked, "Who is the mountain lord of Xianling Mountain?" ”

Lan Hong glanced at Lan Qing and said: "The name of the master of Xianling Mountain is Mo Scale, we already had Xianling Mountain when we came, and the master once said that he is afraid that his age is tens of thousands. ”

Million...... Yaoguang looked at the spaceship that disappeared into the clouds, and only turned around after a long time, "Two senior brothers, I'm causing you trouble." ”

Yan Hong smiled, "It's not troublesome, but the little junior sister has opened our eyes." ”

He looked at the Golden Dragon and the Dragon's Blood Tree as he spoke, and wanted to say something, but after a pause, he still didn't say anything, but said, "Little Senior Sister, let's concentrate on cultivation here, presumably the disciples of Xianling Mountain will not come to disturb again." ”

"Master won't come back until a month, it just so happens that the two of us still have some important things to do, I hope that if Master comes back, I will ask the little junior sister to convey it on my behalf." Cantis Qingdao.

Yaoguang nodded.

Lan Qing took out a transmission note from his arms again, and said, "We are in the Nine Heavens Immortal Land, and the junior sister has something to burn the transmission note, so we will naturally receive the news." ”

"Okay." Yaoguang thanked him and took it.

The two of them hurriedly disappeared into the deep mountains, Yaoguang put away the transmission note, and looked back at the direction of the fairy gate of Xianling Mountain, with a complicated expression.

The fairy world has a long time, but the sunrise and sunset are no different from the human world, but the time is much slower than the human world.

In the palace of Xianling Mountain, the ink scales came out of the ice room, and as soon as his body moved, he immediately appeared on the Qionghua Tower thousands of miles away.

Two maids carrying crystal glass lamps came to guide the way, and one of them said, "Door master, that woman is here again." ”

Mo Scale's eyes paused slightly, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "Don't pay attention to her." ”

"Yes." The maid pushed open the door of the dormitory, and after the ink scales walked in, she closed the door again, and the old monk stood on both sides.

With a wave of his hand, countless lights lit up in the dark palace, illuminating the entire peak where Qionghua Tower was located.

On the mountain peak five thousand meters away from Qionghua Tower, Yao Guang crossed her knees and meditated silently until the lights came on, and she did not open her eyes.

Jin Long sat next to her with his feet crossed, he really didn't understand what she meant by coming to see the ink scales every day, and it was impossible to empathize with her. Although the ink scales and He Batjue look exactly the same, they are never jade evils. So after thinking about it, he could only think of one reason to see things and think about people.

His father once said that emotional wounds are the most difficult wounds in the world to heal, and although he can't feel this feeling, he can still keep silent.