When Mo Ran and Qilin were suspicious of Sima Sulan, a woman, the Snow Eagle, who had always been lively, also became abnormal. He has not laughed or played for three days, and has not gone up to the roof to lift the tiles to see.

"Poof-" Leng Yue was meditating in the room, and suddenly her face was red with blood and she spat blood.

Leng Yue: Lu'er, what's wrong with me?

She looked at the pool of blood on the sheet, and thought of Mo Ran in her heart, and felt sad.

Yuhuan's hesitant voice sounded: Yue'er, your body is repulsing from your soul.

Leng Yue: How can this be? I've always cultivated the way you taught me. Even if you asked me not to tell them that you had woken up, I said yes without saying a word.

Jade Ring: There should be something wrong with the red Nuwa stone. They are using the red Nuwa Stone to repel your flesh.

"Poof-" Leng Yue looked at the hand covering her mouth, bloodstained.

Leng Yue looked at the empty room in despair: Lu'er, do you say that Mo Ran and I really have no fate? I finally made up my mind to cultivate my gods, but now I have this matter again. Recently, my body has been crumbling, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the day when my cultivation will be completed.

Jade Ring: Yue'er, you ......

Leng Yue smiled bitterly: Don't feel guilty Lu'er. Anyway, I don't like to live too long, and if I live too long, I will bear more. The reason why I promised you to cultivate the gods is also because I can't bear to leave him alone in the world after a hundred years.

The first time I met him, I thought he was a lonely, lonely, hopeless, barren contradiction. At that time, I didn't understand why he was so young and had eyes that were as silent as tens of thousands of years of loneliness.

She smiled wryly: but it turned out that he had already lived for tens of thousands of years.

Jade Ring: Yue'er, you have to know. If you can't become a god, even if you only have your soul left, they won't let you go.

Leng Yue's tone was hopeless happiness: Lu'er, I know that you didn't let me tell them that you were sober because you were afraid that Qinglong would know. And it will hurt me because of it. Persuading me to cultivate God is also to help me. So help me one last time, okay?

If I do get caught by them, let me be gone. I heard that the souls imprisoned by them are lonely except for torture. I'd be too lonely that way. I'm most afraid of being alone.

Yujie's tone was solemn: I promise you. But you also have to work hard to cultivate into a god while your body is not completely broken. At that time, I can take you out of any plane. Only the soul of a god cannot be easily torn apart by the power of time and space.

Leng Yue's eyes were hazy: Okay. I promise you.

Leng Yue closed her eyes and continued to meditate. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands are gently twisted to the knees, and a purple and red glow appears.

Fortunately, the jade ring laid a green barrier, preventing the release of light from Leng Yue's body, alarming those guarding the door.

Snow Eagle lay on the trunk of a tree in the courtyard outside the house. I don't know if I am puzzled by the person with familiar eyes.

And Mo Ran, Qilin and Jade Toad are not always here these days, they have been busy.

And the golden dragon has been pestering Bei Yu, and no one is in the mood to care about what is wrong with the snow eagle.

The inside and outside of the village are full of eagle guards and shadow guards, as well as dragon envoys of the golden dragon. Under such strong protection, Mo Ran and the others were relieved to be busy with the things in hand.

It's just that they didn't expect that the foreign enemy had not yet come. Leng Yue in the room had already been injured before they knew it.