On the twenty-first day, the Ink retreat ended,

When Zhimo woke up, he was met with a milky white jade bead as soon as he opened his eyes...... No, it's a jade ball, it's too big.

The jade balls are milky white as a whole, and the surface is smooth and flawless, as if they have been carefully polished.

"Zhimo, you're awake!" A small phantasm crouched next to the jade ball, sensing his movement, and cheered in surprise.

His eyes fell on the phantom, and his originally cold and indifferent expression suddenly softened by three points.

"Hmm." Zhimo answered, got up and walked over.

"This is the true face of the spirit chalcedony jade?" He was a little surprised, reached out and touched it, it was warm and comfortable to the touch.

"yes, isn't it beautiful? I've already carved the formation, as long as the ink drops blood to recognize the master, and uses the method of sacrificing magic weapons to refine, it can be used as a magic treasure, and it can also be reduced and put away. She said in a cheerful tone, showing off like a treasure.

"That's amazing, thank you. It's beautiful and I love it. He curled his lips slightly and said seriously.

"Really? That's great! Zhimo, you can try refining it. She cheered, urging.

Zhimo saw that she was happy, and it was not easy to refuse her, so he confessed to the Lord with blood and began to use spiritual power to refine.

Seeing that he was seriously refining the formation, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the side.

She was very weak at this time, and she was just forcibly pretending to be normal just now, if he waited any longer, I was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold on, but fortunately, he didn't seem to notice.

She fainted in pain that day, and when she woke up again, it was already the next day, and the spiritual power in her body was much calmer, and she managed to find the two bottles of medicine that Tianzhimo gave her and rubbed them on the crack, barely recovering a little from her injuries.

Although she didn't die, in the past few days, when her spiritual power was exhausted, her soul power had already dissipated, and she could only barely maintain a human form.

Now she looks at herself, and she has become a shadow.

She felt that she might not be able to last long, even if the wound recovered and the soul power no longer dispersed, she would be able to last for a year at most......

A year is really short, and it passes in a blink of an eye.

For the rest of her life in such a short time, what should she do so that she will not leave regrets?

She thought about it seriously, occasionally remembering the worlds and wildernesses she had traveled, and then she decided that it would be better to keep the ink, accompany him, watch him grow up, and exhaust the rest of her life.

It would be best if she could find a way to keep her soul alive, and if she couldn't find it, it would seem like a good thing.

"Zhimo Zhimo, I'll be with you for the rest of my life, don't you want to drive me away......" Looking at the person who was serious about refining the magic weapon, she smiled lightly and whispered.

The best thing in her life is probably to meet him, right?

She thought.

Before she met him, she wandered in a daze, not caring about the wind and rain, the sky falling apart, and wasting her long time with nothing to do.

After meeting him, she will think about how he is doing, whether he is happy or not, and then find a way to make him happy. The whole person was filled, and suddenly felt that time was very short, and the rest of his life was not enough.

This is probably the consummation!

"Where do you want to go?" Suddenly, there was a laughing voice next to him.

When Zhimo came back to his senses, he just heard her words fall, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Do you want to be with you for the rest of your life?

"Huh? It's good so soon? She looked up and blinked, a little surprised.

"Well, if you break through, it's going to be soon." He replied.