A fishy sweet breath welled up in Ling Aotian's chest, and he was pressed down by him.

He gritted his teeth, raised his eyes to look at his girl almost pleadingly, and asked humbly and persistently, "...... Is it really impossible? ”

Night Terror sighed and said, "It's not us, it's you and her, you and her, it's completely impossible." ”

Ling Aotian's body trembled, even when he learned that he had been abolished and could only be a wasted person, he had never been so helpless.

He stared quietly at the night for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly.

"I see."

Night Terror watched him turn around and walk away with heavy steps.

The spirit and spirit on his body seemed to be drained away, and even Yan Qingjue's back, which had not bent under Yan Qingjue's pressure, arched slightly, and the loneliness, depression and hesitation were suffocating.

In the end, Night Terror shook his head and said lightly: "It seems to be a trick of fate, but in the end it is the end of mutual distrust." ”

The original owner did not believe in Ling Aotian's strength and perseverance, and Ling Aotian did not believe in the character of the original owner.

If it weren't for that, they might not have ended up like this......

And she probably won't be here.

Feeling the fluctuation of the little man's thoughts in Dao's arms, Yan Qingjue suddenly tightened the arm holding her, and his tone was cold and dangerous.

"What are you thinking?"

At that moment, he actually felt that her breath was so ethereal, like a wisp of clouds in the sky, that he couldn't grasp it at all......

He knew that she was a wisp of soul outside the world, but no matter why she came, when she came to him and crashed into his arms and hearts, she could only stay by his side.

He will not be like that stupid Ling Aotian and let his beloved leave him.

Absolutely not allowed!

Yan Qingjue was rarely so domineering, and even her soul felt oppressed.

Ye Jinghong was angry and funny in his heart, raised his hand and twisted it fiercely on the back of his hand, and said, "What, you still want to imprison me?" ”

Facing the girl's clear and angry eyes, Yan Qingjue's heart trembled slightly, and she buried her head in her shoulder socket aggrievedly, and said sullenly: "I'm just ...... I'm scared, I'm afraid you'll get out of here......"

Night Terror pouted, "Why should I leave?" ”

Yan Qingjue: "......"

Night Terror: "I have grandfather, uncles, brothers and younger brothers, little black chickens, little trees and nightmares, tourmalines, little furballs, and Dean Su and the little friends of the academy, why should I leave?" ”

Of course, there's you here.

Yan Qingjue said sourly: "What about me? ”

Night Terror blinked and smiled, and suddenly took a step to leave Yan Qingjue's arms, and the sound of smug laughter reached his ears far away.

"You, look at the performance......"

Yan Qingjue smiled, his eyes were very bright, and he didn't have any consciousness of being left behind, but he stuck to it like a dog skin plaster.

The absurd current in mid-air: "......" has seen too much, his heart has become a little numb and even a little wants to laugh, what's going on?

That's it, just laugh, anyway, Lord Qingzun doesn't want to lose face.

……

After the initial turmoil, the later exploration of the secret realm became very smooth.

Night Terror is like a treasure detection radar, as long as it is the direction she indicates, there will definitely be all kinds of genius earth treasures haunted, and the disciples of the northern and eastern realms gradually went from shock and disbelief at the beginning to numbness and habituality in the later stage.

Anyway, there is such a thing as a difference in luck and talent, and they can get used to it and accept it.

(End of chapter)