Ling Luoyu struggled to stand up, grabbed Mo xuanchen's arm, and retreated to the wall. His face was pale and panting: "do you know where my soul blade came from?"
“…… Feather son Mo xuanchen didn't understand.
It was so urgent that she was still in the mood to tell him about a sword.
"This must be the self-defense weapon you found in this ancient tomb. What's the matter?"
Ling Luoyu suddenly raised his hand, soul blade hanging in the air, shot at the door, suspended in the air, ready to meet the enemy.
"That's..."
"Remember, it's called soul blade. It's my weapon, it's my contract weapon. It's always hidden in my space. My space is called chaos secluded land. It's a space artifact. You'll know it one day in the future..."
"Feather son?"
Mo xuanchen didn't understand why she said this.
"I don't care what you will do in the future. Now that you are injured, you can't say so much more. It's too much trouble. You sit down and heal first..."
Ling Luoyu stubbornly grasped his arm, and his eyes were burning: "no, Mo xuanchen, I want you to remember, remember every word I say to you now..."
"Yu'er..."
"No matter what now, in the future one day, you're going to find me..."
"Yu'er..."
Ink Xuan dust suddenly understood her intention, eyes in a moment of horror, backhand to her shoulder.
But at that moment, Ling Luoyu's left hand tore the emperor's space, and his right hand pushed him back.
"No..."
Ink Xuan dust subconsciously to catch her, but behind the wall that force, not he can resist.
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