Chapter 212: Xue Lan Is Not Dead (1)
"That's better than watching her die againβ" Qinglong's eyes were sharp, and his whole body was like a sword out of its sheath, "I am willing to exchange this life for the peace of her reincarnation." β
Both the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird looked up at the green dragon. Such a green dragon is full of Leng Yue in his heart, and Leng Yue's safety has made this man who has not changed his calm and sanity lose his calmness and reason.
White Tiger's lips hesitated slightly: "We can find other ways to ......"
"It's useless. Qinglong said weakly, "The Heavenly Emperor's mana is strong enough." But he couldn't find the slightest trace of the man. It can only show that the cultivation of people hidden in the dark will never be much lower than that of the Heavenly Emperor. Maybe it's the same level as the Emperor of Heaven. β
Suzaku slammed the table hard: "Could it be that we can only choose to go to the wilderness." β
"Not us. The green dragon carried the white tiger and the vermilion bird on his back, "It's me." β
"Qinglong, don't think about going alone. We will never allow it-" For the first time, the white tiger strongly obstructed in front of the green dragon.
"Your task now is to protect Yue'er for me. I'll figure out the rest on my own. β
"How do you solve it? Do you want to die alone? The greatest pleasure of those old monsters is that you are worse than dead, and you don't want to fall into their hands!"
"Enough. You don't have to persuade me anymore. Qinglong strode away, "I have made up my mind. If you don't want us to be even brothers, then protect Haoyue'er well and solve my worries. Maybe it's not as bad as you say. β
Look at the back of the striding away. White Tiger and Suzaku were deeply frustrated, the word 'maybe' had made the man who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and watched the world coldly, pinned on that small possibility.
"White Tiger, what should we do?"
"Go find Xuanwu and come back. With him with Qinglong, we are also a lot more relieved. β
"But didn't Qinglong want to go alone, he wouldn't agree to let any of our brothers go with him. β
"We probably can't. But Xuanwu will always have his own way. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to keep an inch on Qinglong all these years. β
"But we don't know where he is?"
"I know, I'm going to him. β
"Witch God, can this really save her?"
The black-robed witch god turned his head abruptly, and his face looked like a ghost against the light of the vermilion jade stone in the room: "Why not, this is the best way." Hmph, I want to die, it's not that easy. How could I possibly let you die before the things I promised me were done!"
There was a transparent soul body lying on the stone jade bed. The center of the brow was dark.
"Bring me the shell. The witch god gave an order. Outside, two men walked in carrying an ice coffin.
The witch god walked over, flicked his robe, and the lid of the coffin was lifted.
"Princess?" the man behind him was taken aback, "Witch God, why is the princess here with you? It's not that the princess has been wiped out. Could it be you......"
The witch god leaned over and looked at the sky in the ice coffin, and the cold fingertips were even more penetrating than the ice coffin, poking at the face of the woman in the coffin, and her complexion turned from red to purple.
"Princess?" the witch god snorted, "she deserves it too?" the witch god stood up with his hands on his sleeve, "it's just a puppet without a soul!"
The man's face was embarrassed: "Do you think I won't be able to see that she has abundant aura?"