Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Those colors are irreplaceable.

It belonged to his grandfather, Xiang Lijing.

"My child, I have suffered for you all these years."

Xianglijing's eyes were full of tears, looking at Yinlong, his body trembled with excitement.

It doesn't take much thinking to know that Yinlong must have put in a lot of sweat to be able to be where he is today.

"It's okay, as long as I can revive the Dragon Clan, even if it takes my life, I will never blink my eyes."

Yinlong looked around Xianglijing, his eyes seemed to be looking for something.

After searching for a long time, he didn't seem to find the figure he wanted to see. Yinlong frowned, and a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes. He asked, "Grandpa Xiangli, why didn't you see Linger? Could it be?"

An ominous thought flashed through his mind, Yinlong clenched his hands tightly and widened his eyes, "Could it be that Ling'er was also killed by those blood bastards?"

Xiang Lijing looked at Yinlong complicatedly, he thought that Yinlong had already forgotten Bai Ling, but he did not expect to remember it.

He wanted to tell Yinlong about Bai Ling, but whenever he thought of Bai Ling's body, he trembled and couldn't speak.

"I'll tell you."

Bailu suddenly said, Yinlong turned to look at Bailu, Bailu said: "Ling'er is dead, and died happily with the man she loved."

"The man you love?" Yinlong was puzzled.

"Yes, his name is Jun Wuyan..."

Bailu told all about Jun Wuyan and Bai Ling, she wanted Yinlong to know that Bai Ling died with the man he loved, and died happily.

She didn't want Yinlong to feel guilty.

You must know that sometimes, guilt is also a knot in the heart.

If the heart knot cannot be untied, the path of cultivation will stop, and the life of Yinlong will be over.

After listening to Bailu's words, Yinlong lowered his head, his body trembling constantly because of his emotion.

He bent his knees, squatted slowly on the ground, clenched his fists with both hands, and smashed hard on the ground.

The skin was broken at the joints, and the blood stained the land red.

"Linger..."

Yinlong raised his head. In the dark red dusk, he raised his eyes to the sky and roared.

He didn't believe that that cheerful figure, that innocent girl would die.

He always remembered that when he was unhappy because the Dragon King and Dragon Queen didn't accompany him, that little girl would always dangle in front of him with a sunflower.

She said, "Brother Yin, do you know why Sunflower always laughs?"

He shook his head, what does it matter if Sunflower smiles or not?

All he knew was that he was in a bad mood.

"Why, sunflowers face the sun. Brother Yin, you are Linger's sun. If you are unhappy, the sunflowers will wither."

Bai Ling smiled innocently, as bright as the sun, and she said, "Brother Yin, let me tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was an old monk and a young monk in a mountain. One day, the old monk and the young monk Tell a story. The story is that once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was an old monk and a young monk in the mountain..."

That joke wasn't funny, maybe he was infected by Bai Ling's elf-like smile, and he laughed like a mess.

That evening, when they parted ways, she said: "Brother Yin, when you are unhappy, think about Linger. If you are unhappy, I will wither..."

He watched her cheerful figure bouncing away like a deer...

It seems that from that day on, Yinlong would laugh every day, and when he was unhappy, he would think that if he was unhappy, the sunflower would wither.