Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

There is no information about Xia Qingluo except that there is no grass falling here.

Yunqing asked him not to go in vain.

After Yunqing made a turn, he stopped at the side of the grass nearby. There were a lot less demons tonight than yesterday.

And yunqingrang doesn't know why he can enter the wasteland sea at night instead of during the day.

But fortunately, it is with memory and cultivation.

He thought in reverse again. Xia Qingluo must be entering the desolate sea during the day.

Then her memory and accomplishments should also be there.

Although there is no aura, Xia Qingluo's divine sense has always been very strong. She should have no danger in the desolate sea during the day.

Yunqing asked him to look around curiously. Although there are no big demons here, there are many small demons.

At this time, they are looking at here from a distance.

However, the demon class is the most sensitive and feels that yunqingrang is the most powerful person here. Therefore, no demon class dares to come near him.

Are wandering far away, or simply swam away.

The sea here is also very strange. Even if you don't do anything, you can float in one direction along the current.

And no one knows where the end of the current is.

Yunqing thought to herself. She didn't know what these little demons would become in the desert during the day.

He stood quietly around the grass and didn't go anywhere else.

But in his mind, he kept turning. He was thinking about what kind of magic to contact Xia Qingluo.

Even if we can't meet for the time being, we should let her know that when he comes, he is also in the wild sea, even at night.

One hypothesis after another was overturned, and Yun Qing let him see the grass without any danger, so he fell into a state of meditation.

The night of the desolate sea soon passed.

When Xia Qingluo was in a daze, she found herself standing and waking up as usual, but lying on her back on the beach.

There was still a dull tingling in his forehead.

Are you hurt again?

Xia Qingluo didn't get up either. She took out the small mirror in the storage ring and looked at her face.

But he found that his forehead was blue and purple, as if he had hit somewhere, and it seemed that someone had punched him with something.

After pressing it, Xia Qingluo showed her teeth in pain. The desolate sea is really special. The injury is a real injury. There is no way to treat it with Reiki.

Fortunately, there was no wound or bleeding, but the appearance was blue and purple, which was a little scary.

Xia Qingluo stretched out her hand and rubbed it. Then she found that the red ribbon was gone.

She thought for a moment and put a red bracelet made of red beads on her wrist, which Yunqing asked her to make.

Each one is a kind of magic weapon, but not with aura, but with divine consciousness.

Xia Qingluo thought that the bracelet made of divine knowledge should be very suitable in this desolate sea.

Xia Qingluo at this time is more curious about what the desolate sea is like at night.

She lay lazily on the sand. The only advantage here is that the sand always has temperature.

And the climate is not dry, perhaps because the night becomes the sea.

It's warm lying there.

Xia Qingluo thought that people in this desolate sea seem to be active 24 hours a day.

However, seeing Xuanfeng's appearance, there was no trace of fatigue.

I don't know what they are doing at night.