Duanmu Xiaoman's moon robe was clear and elegant, her eyes were like mist, as bright as the Milky Way. She stared at the earth vein in a daze.
"Master, what do you think of my soul skill?"
That day, the scene of Su Yi using the Peerless Dragon Flash in front of her was still vivid in her mind. Her bright red lips trembled.
"Are you going to disappear for a few decades this time too?" Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes rippled like the waves in the deep sea.
Once the words came out of her mouth, Duanmu Xiaoman could not help but squat on the ground, her hands wrapped around her knees, her delicate body trembling.
Large drops of clear tears dripped onto the earth vein, causing the energy of heaven and earth to fluctuate incessantly.
Duanmu Xiaoman knew that she had held on for too long, even if Su Yi disappeared in front of her eyes, she was still telling herself, "It's okay, he will come back!"
But sometimes, silent crying was the most hurtful.
Sometimes, the most hurtful lie was to deceive oneself and others.
Duanmu Xiaoman had already forgotten how long it had been since she broke down and cried wantonly.
From the time when they barged into Imperial Palace, to helping her suppress the chaos in Imperial Palace, to the time when they fought the blood-colored demonic dragon at the bottom of the Broken Sword Sea.
Those scenes, one after another, were uncontrollable, tearing apart Duanmu Xiaoman's mind.
"Why! Why! Why do you have to fight so hard? I should be the one taking responsibility, I don't need you to help me! "
Duanmu Xiaoman lay between her knees, her moon robe was wet and misty, scarlet blood slowly dripping from between her white teeth and red lips.
Raising her head again, Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes emitted a chilly intent of death, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she muttered faintly.
"Don't worry, I will come to find you very soon!"
Holy Mountain, lush greenery, immortal clouds filled the sky.
Spiritual birds spread their wings and circled between the mountains. Clouds rose, milky-white gauze separated the lofty mountains and precipitous ridges, the heaven and earth were enveloped in a golden aura of energy.
The forest was lush, and under the pale yellow sky, the mountains were as bright as gold, solemn and dignified. The majestic and peculiar rock walls were dyed with dazzling colors by the golden light, and the overlapping layers appeared extremely magnificent.
The river flowed, the black iron-like peaks reflected on the surface of the lake, like a drunken old man who had been sleeping foolishly for many years.
Nine Saints Peak, Nine Saints Pavilion.
The light yellow curtains hung upside down, sprinkling a trace of golden light through the slightly open window lattice. Ever since Liu Ruoxi returned to the Sacred Mountain, she had never stepped out of the main door, locking herself in the door.
Almost a month had passed, and Liu Ruoxi had been waiting for news from the foot of the mountain every day.
"Ji!"
The spirit bird stopped at the edge of the bed and quickly spread its wings to fly away. Liu Ruoxi rested her chin on her hand and stared at the vast and quiet world in a daze and desolate manner.
"I'm free" Ji, Duan.
Her jade-like fingers clung tightly to the windowsill as an old voice came from behind her.
"Miss, Holy Mountain is in a mess now. You can't lock yourself in your room!"
Liu Ruoxi's eyelashes fluttered, and she looked dispirited. "Uncle Guan, I … I can't get interested in anything."
She naturally knew that after returning from the Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, Xuehong House and Yuchi Changfeng had been seriously injured. After recuperating, the battle for the Holy Emperor was once again on the agenda.
The two factions of Holy Mountain were like fire and water. If she, the next Saint Venerable, could lean towards one of them, then the Holy Emperor selection would basically come to a halt.
The old man called Uncle Guan was the one who had come to save Barbarian City that day. His stooped figure stood outside the door and sighed deeply.
"The Saint Venerable has called you three times in twenty days, and he's here again today! You can't not meet him! "
Liu Ruoxi's body trembled when she heard the Saint Venerable's name. She bit her red lips and said softly.
"Uncle Guan, I'll have to trouble you to buy me some more time."
"Aye!"
There was a knock on the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only a silent sigh.
"So what if he's here?"
Liu Ruoxi's beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly, and her right hand clenched her index finger tightly. She looked into the distance again and said faintly, "When we meet again, at least I'll still be yours."
Shenjian Gate. The steep mountain peaks pierced through the sky like divine swords, cutting through the void.
In the middle of a winding and steep mountain ridge, a dark blue lake reflected the sky and a pair of clear eyes.
"Yao 'er, didn't I tell you not to run outside?"
A graceful and elegant voice came from behind. Immediately, a beautiful woman wearing an elegant palace robe with her black hair tied into a flowing cloud bun leisurely walked over.
Suruga's eyes were full of spirit, but there was still a hint of seriousness between her brows.
"Yao 'er, don't you know that your Master Suxin and I are very worried about you? Your life is no longer your own! "
Mu Yao's face was haggard, and her ten days of uneasiness had made her face pale. She gently raised her finger and stroked the Nine Hell Snake.
At this time, the Nine Hell Snake was huge, and its eyes were like will-o '-the-wisps. It was breathtaking, and its powerful demonic aura made people afraid to go near it.
"But my heart is very uncomfortable, it's all over the place!" Mu Yao sighed softly, and her eyes were like water, calm and unperturbed.
Master Suxin glanced at Suruga, pulled Suruga aside, and said softly.
"Is there still no news from the Demon Subduing Sect?"
Suruga was also quite annoyed, and the corners of her dry mouth twitched. She shouted, "If there's news, why are we still waiting here?"
Seemingly used to Suruga's temper, Suxin shook her head and walked to Mu Yao's side.
"Yao 'er, you have the bloodline of the Golden Roc. You shouldn't be sinking day by day. Even if Su Yi doesn't come, you still have important things to do. At least for Shenjian Gate, for Su Yi's Bawang Sect, you have to work hard."
Suruga's aura exploded, and her eyes flashed with a murderous aura. She said fiercely, "Yi 'er will come back! There's no such thing as coming or not! "
Mu Yao frowned, and looked up at the lake. Su Yi's words in front of the Hundred Heroes Palace were still lingering in her ears.
Standing up, Mu Yao said gently, "Elder Su, Master, don't worry! I understand! "
"Then I'm relieved. I've been back at Shenjian Gate for almost a month, but I'm still worried. I'll go to the Demon Subduing Sect and the Chaos Region to take a look!"
Before she finished speaking, Suruga's sword qi streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail of sword qi in the air.
At this moment, Su Yi, who was far away on the horizon, still didn't know that almost a month had passed in the Tianyan Continent, although he had only spent a dozen days in the Three-Raven Region's spatial mezzanine.
Ever since the Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, Su Yi's name had spread to every corner of the Tianyan Continent.
The five aristocratic families, the Sacred Mountain, the Chaos Region, and various sects had all sent disciples and spies to search for Su Yi's whereabouts.
Within the Long Family, Draconis was thinking of a more direct plan. The battle for the Sacred Emperor in the Sacred Mountain was in full swing. Yuchi Changfeng and the Xuehong House's final owners were not so much Liu Ruoxi, but Su Yi.
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