Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo's eyes were black, a mouthful of blood vomited out, and her body fell straight into the sky.

It's like a bird with broken wings.

Through the heavy clouds, the white clouds broke open and fell on the dark sea.

And the moment she touched the sea, she fell into a warm embrace.

A faint sigh sounded above Xia Qingluo's head.

Xia Qingluo was in a trance. She only saw a man with white gauze tied to her eyes, dressed in a green shirt like the misty rain and landscape, but she couldn't resist the mental fatigue and fainted.

Shenhuang Fengqing reached out and hugged Xia Qingluo. This was the second close contact with her in her previous life and this life. Each time was when she was most sad.

Feng Qing raised his eyes and looked at the gray sky. During Xia Qingluo's search for Yunqing, the sky of the six realms was always in this state.

I haven't seen the sun for more than half a year.

Now the time gap between heaven and man is getting smaller and smaller. Man has been in the past three years.

This is the darkest day in the six worlds.

The peak cultivator of immortality in the human world lost most of his life in this catastrophe.

The other five worlds are no better.

But relatively speaking, the heaven is the most serious loss.

There is no joy of victory. Although life and death have been discovered, such a disaster is still unacceptable for the moment.

Even if the cultivation has broken through the height that could never be broken in the past, it is not worth the pain of losing close relatives and friends.

And although with the help of xintiandao, he defeated those invading monsters, no one can guarantee that there are no fish in the net.

Not much, as long as there is one, it is a great hidden danger.

Therefore, people in the six circles have searched almost every corner of the world in the past six months.

Fortunately, no fish escaped.

I don't know whether the gloomy weather is caused by the mood of the new heaven or the depression of everyone.

Although there is no famine in the human world, such weather also makes people uneasy.

The emperor Feng Qing sighed silently, gently and carefully hugged Xia Qingluo and flew over the vast sea and 100000 mountains.

Finally, I came to the temple of the God family.

Pale blue took Xia Qingluo and carried her into the room where Xia Qingluo had stayed in the temple.

Protect her Dharma, comb her stagnant meridians and the yuan God on the verge of breaking.

Blue tears came down involuntarily.

She thought she wouldn't cry, but when she saw the haggard Xia Qingluo, she couldn't help feeling sad.

She has lost Jing Hao. She can't lose her only friend in her previous life and this life.

In the dormitory hall, the breath of life and the aura of heaven and earth are everywhere.

It was sent by the emperor outside the hall.

The emperor looked at his fingers in surprise. When could he gather such abundant life Qi and heaven and earth aura as if they were entities?

As if blessed to the heart, the emperor suddenly looked up.

The overcast sky seemed to rain.

It seems that there is something to break the gloomy sky, which makes people feel extremely dull and a trace of sadness.

The emperor knows.

That's the way of heaven for Yunqing to incarnate. He hasn't forgotten Xia Qingluo and is always paying attention to Xia Qingluo.

So when he gathers the aura of heaven and earth, he will be so abundant.

Yunqing seems unable to break away from his new identity.