The blood in Jiang He's eyes did not subside, she stared at the sea stupidly, and the flower of the yellow spring in her eyebrows bloomed again.

After staying away from Xiao Wenchuan, she gradually regained her senses, remembering what had just happened, Jiang He touched her lips for the first time, touched the warm touch, and suddenly her thoughts surged.

Xiao Wenchuan, how long have you been carrying the soil?

What is it like to live in the center of resentment and anger every day?

No one answered her, Xiao Chi sank himself into the deep seabed, and the resentment in the sea boiled, condensing into a huge resentment field.

Xiao Wenchuan was in the center of the grievance field, trying his best to suppress the breath in his body and calm the crazy resentment around him.

How can we suppress the soil and appease the resentment?

It must be extremely peaceful in the host's heart, without a trace of anger. People are not sages, who can be extremely calm and rational? Therefore, Xiao Wenchuan can only try not to care about it, ignore it, and only regard himself as an empty shell carrying spiritual power, hinting at himself all the time that he has no connection with the world.

He is used to doing this thing, but it will still be painful.

The spiritual vein of his leg was cut off by himself when he entered the demon barrier.

But why do you want to do that?

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