God-level Punishment System

It takes a hundred years of hard work to reconsolidate the blood that An Bai hit.

What's more, this drop of He Qilu's blood?

She didn't say it, but how could Shennong not understand it?

But for some reason, although Lexus was moved, he felt more familiar.

Perhaps he knew that this matter, to be his father, to be him, for the sake of his relatives, a drop of blood, what is it?

Therefore, he just stared at He Qilu closely, trying to engrave her appearance in his mind, but he never thanked him politely.

"Smelly boy," He Qilu rubbed his head. Although Ling Zhi is in the form of a soul at the moment, it is not difficult for her to touch it. "You are quite like me, not like your father's pedantic, meaningless. ."

This pedantic word made Ling Zhi laugh out loud.

However, without waiting for him to say a few more words, the Apocalypse Array has changed.

The death of Fang Xiang’s king’s soul power has reached its end and can’t be supported anymore. Ling Zhi feels bitter in his heart, but he also knows the righteousness. He immediately bows to Shennong’s fist. Your return."

"Mother..." He hesitated and looked at He Qilu.

This brief contact made him feel unwilling to give up.

He Qilu chuckled, "I just hit that person somersault, and spent so much energy, I didn't intend to let this drop of blood go back. Besides, there are so many things arranged in that place, I don't bother to be with them. Entangled."

He Qilu's eyes seemed to have traveled through the void, saw the territory of the demons, and saw the formation that was shaken by her appearance.

Thinking of the forces behind this formation, a successful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"You mean, you can go back with me?" Ling Zhi's eyes lit up with a brush, and then the eyes went dark. He only felt a gentle hand holding his hand. When he opened his eyes again, Has returned to the ontology.

King Fang Xiang's body fell on the apocalypse formation, and the power in his body was broken down along the formation, as if he had become a part of the formation.

Seeing this scene, Ling Zhi also realized that without Shen Yinghan's request, Fang Xiang's king would also inject his own blood into this apocalyptic formation at the end.

While laying out these back paths back then, he was originally a part of these links, and there was no chance of escape.

But Fang Xiang's king was willing.

Thinking of the Fang Xiang clan's contribution to this, Rao Lingzhi was somewhat silent and admired.

"Fang Xiangshi?" He Qilu's voice sounded beside him, and He Qilu lit a little fluorescent light from her fingertips and fell into the apocalyptic array. "I perceive the existence of Fang Xiangshi in this world. At this moment, I am also There is only time to absorb the memory and power of this Fang Xiangshi king, and send them into the Fang Xiangshi's body. In the shortest time, they can create a new king. As a group, they cannot be without a king."

After He Qilu finished all this, her expression was calm, but her face turned pale again.

For every point of her power consumed, the less time she will spend with Lexus. For her, every point of power naturally becomes very precious.

But she was still willing to do such a thing for the Fang Xiang clan, although she had not been able to teach Lexus during her growth, or even left any impression on Lexus.

But there are some things that are truly inborn, exist and spread in the blood.

Therefore, China has five thousand years of history, and the buried history is not known for tens of thousands of years. However, the spirit of China has never been cut off.

"This, what is this?" Facing the sudden appearance of He Qilu, Shui Wuxun and the others all looked over in a little surprise, so they couldn't understand it for a while.

They were still in a daze until Ling Zhi told what happened in Xingyu one by one.

Especially Yin Meng and Shu Feiyao, when they learned that He Qilu turned out to be Lexus’s mother, they instantly became at a loss. They didn’t stand or sit. They seemed to have lost their judgment. Reasonable child.

Who is He Qilu, with her witch-like temperament, she just glanced at the two of them and she understood.

"Tsk tsk, this figure, this posture is charming enough." Her gaze fell on Yin Meng, and Feiyao said softly, "These eyes are so beautiful. The temperament is also quiet."

Her voice is not loud, but none of them are ordinary people, how could she not understand.

At this time, Yin Meng showed a completely different place from Shu Feiyao. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she stepped forward, "Auntie is so young and beautiful, I can’t believe her eyes, Yin Meng is compared with you. , I don’t know how bad it is."

She looked humble and smiled.

Shu Feiyao made her face flush, and then whispered, "Hello, auntie."

He Qilu is about to say something more here. In this matter, she has shown the same state as most mothers. She is particularly interested in understanding the girls who like and like sons.

However, Ling Zhi could not bear it, and hurriedly changed the subject and said, "This senior, his name is Li Bai, and his name is Qinglian Lay, his words are too white."

He had seen some calligraphy, paintings and books at home. Among them, there were some exquisite boxes containing Li Bai's poems and poems. Now it is not difficult to guess that He Qilu likes them.

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my money is gone?"

"A toast to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes three people?"

He Qilu looked at Li Bai in surprise, with surprise in her eyes.

After getting Li Bai's acknowledgment, she stepped out, but she didn't know when she had already grasped Lingzhi's ring.

I found a piece of top-quality jade, and sketched a few strokes on it, but it was a self-contained Li Bai market, and then placed in front of Li Bai, "It is rare to encounter, leave a signature?"

Lexus covers his face...

...

This night, a group of people surrounded the Apocalypse Array, some flames ignited, and they talked a lot.

There was even the fragrance of wine spreading around.

Shen Yinghan has been sitting on the side with a drink, drinking alone.

At night, Ling Zhi and He Qilu were truly alone and talked.

What he said was all the trivial matters of some parents, how about his father Ling Tian, ​​and how these years.

At this moment, He Qilu was not the one who raised her hands and hit An Bai to flee, but the mother of Ling Zhi, a mother who missed her for a long time but never saw her own son.

In the end, Ling Zhi even leaned on He Qilu's leg, allowing He Qilu to tidy up his hair, stroking his face with a soft palm.

...

The sky was pale, he got up, felt the breath of He Qilu left on him, and his expression became extremely firm again.