Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 102 He Didn't Die at All
"Don't go!" Gong Qingying flew to catch him, but she missed him.

She woke up from her dream, and found that she no longer remembered the face of the man with golden light, and even the Chiyun Lake became unreal.

Looking at the brown beams, she blinked her eyes, the inexplicable sadness made her heart hurt even more.

She couldn't believe it, even though she had killed the golden man with the soul-eating needle.

But the other party had saved her life and death, and even helped her unlock the seal in her body, how could she forget him?
She used the cleansing technique to wipe off the dirt on her body, and urged the Ying Mei Jue to escape into the shadow world, and galloped towards the Chiyun Lake.

Gong Qingying's figure was agile, and at the moment she rushed into the shadow world, she was surprised to find that the Ice Soul Sword Art had been upgraded by one level, and even the difficult-to-cultivate Yingmei Jue had been upgraded to the fifth level.

She tried to hit the soul-destroying blue dragon in the open space of the shadow world.

I saw that the small red dragon that was originally ten feet long turned into a purple-gold giant dragon that was ten feet long.

It had a ferocious and domineering face, roared and roared, and writhed in the air with its fangs and claws.

"Take it!" Gong Qingying silently recited the mantra, and the purple-gold dragon disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Gong Qingying was puzzled, how could it be purple gold?

She condensed her breath to sense the sea of ​​qi in her dantian, and found that during her coma, there was an additional wave of familiar golden aura in the sea of ​​qi, which blended with the purple aura to form a new purple-gold spiritual power.

Gong Qingying had seen this golden aura when she was promoted to the fourth level of Ying Mei.

At that time, she was seriously lacking in shadow power, and she was unwilling to give up halfway. When she was about to go mad, it was this golden aura that helped her tide over the difficulties.

The image of the golden man falling into the lake, and the image of the blood crow burrowing out when the red crow died, all kinds of memories were intertwined in his mind, and Gong Qingying suddenly had a bold idea.

He is not dead at all!

Maybe he was the one who saved her from a coma just now, and helped her improve her cultivation by one level as a whole!
Thinking of this, she speeded up and chased towards Chiyun Lake.

The surface of the misty Chiyun Lake.

I don't know when, there is no Qionglouyuyu, let alone a hot spring pool inlaid with the best white jade spirit stone.

On the contrary, on the lake with rippling blue waves and lotus leaves, three or five old men who make a living from fishing and wearing bamboo hats are slowly walking towards the shore with bamboo rafts on their faces with smiles on their faces.

Gong Qingying stood on tiptoe, jumped onto the bamboo raft, and asked politely, "Old man, where are the pavilions in the middle of the lake?"

"Young master, how can there be a pavilion in the middle of the lake?"

"Yes, we have lived by Chiyun Lake for many years, but we have never seen any pavilions!"

The old people were very surprised, and they didn't look like they were lying.

Gong Qingying asked one of the old men to carry her to the center of the lake with silver taels.

She looked around and carefully checked the changes. It seemed that the pavilion had never appeared before.

She dipped her hand into the lake and swayed gently. The shadow spirit that was placed at the bottom of the hot spring pool emerged from the mud at the bottom of the lake and swam towards her quickly: "Master, you are here!"

"Where's the hot spring pool?" Gong Qingying asked Yingling through ventriloquist voice transmission.

"My lord, don't look for it!" Seeing Gong Qingying's bewilderment, the old man wearing a bamboo hat couldn't help persuading him, "It's impossible to have pavilions here! Even if there are, it's just a mirage!"

Gong Qingying took the Yingling back, looked back at the old man and said, "Old man, have you seen it?"

"Of course I didn't! But my grandpa saw it!" The old man mentioned his grandpa and began to talk about the glorious history of his family.

Gong Qingying listened carefully, and the two stopped talking until the old man's family members called from the shore.

After bidding farewell to the old man, Gong Qingying shook her head helplessly. What the old man said had nothing to do with the man with golden awns. The mirage his grandfather saw was completely inconsistent with the pavilions and towers she saw.

(End of this chapter)