"Mingluo personally?" Could it be that my mother had borrowed the hand of a dragon ancestor to leave a note? Mingluo walked forward curiously and reached out for the envelope in Ling Yu's corpse's hand.
"No, stand back and let me do it." Ye Zhihan hurriedly grabbed Ming Luo's little hand that was about to reach out.
Mingluo stopped obediently, his eyes full of smiles, and he gently urged, "Be careful too."
Ye Zhihan threw out the shadow rope and instantly pulled the letter from his ancestor Ling Yu's hand. He carefully checked it inside and out, and after confirming that it was non-toxic, he handed the letter to Ming Luo.
"Mingluo, what's written on it? Do you know our ancestors?" Lingkongjing looked at the letter in Mingluo's hand eagerly, like a lost child.
"I don't know him, don't worry." Ming Luo read the letter attentively.
The strange thing is that the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the letter was not written by my mother, but was actually written by Ling Yu!
It was written on it the reason why the Cinderscale Spring dried up. Ling Yu waited for two hundred years but failed to turn the tide. He felt guilty towards the descendants of the dragon clan. After exhausting his life, his soul was still reluctant to leave, just to hand over the heirloom to the hands of the current young master. If the dragon clan encountered danger, he would activate the secret treasure to ensure their safety for a lifetime.
"Hmm? Strange, Ajing, this letter is for you." Mingluo forwarded the letter that embodied the eternal feelings to Lingkongjing.
Mingluo carefully looked through the envelope and saw that besides a letter, there was also a thin sticky note with her mother's familiar handwriting and cute little heart doodles on it:
"My dear Xiaoluo, the Cinderscale Spring has dried up. Mom is going to find a way to save your father. I don't know when I will be back, so don't look for me. The Suma Continent is in turmoil. You and the brat should protect yourselves and don't put yourselves in danger. It's best to return to your brother first. Love you?"
Ming Luo sighed lightly, looked at it at Ye Zhihan, and then carefully kept the sticky note.
"What should I do? Mom is missing again." Mingluo had never felt so tired before.
When she was in the human world before, no matter where she ran around, Su Zhen could easily find her, and she had never been anxious about finding her mother. But now she was like a tadpole looking for its mother, obviously worried to death, but without any clue.
"As expected of Sister Ling." Ye Zhihan spoke softly. No one else could interfere with Su Zhen's decision.
Mingluo pouted and stood aside sulking. Other mothers would worry about their daughters running around, but in their family, it was completely the opposite.
"Are you looking for her?" Ye Zhihan's figure was as graceful as a jade tree, and his voice was as clear as a spring.
"Hmm." Ming Luo groaned angrily without opening his mouth.
"Then I'll look for it with you. I'll accompany you wherever you go." Ye Zhihan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his moist lips opened slightly, revealing a smile that Mingluo had never seen before. It was like an iceberg melting, creating ripples in Mingluo's heart.
It seems so light and peaceful, but it is the most lasting promise?
"Really?" Ming Luo raised his eyes and looked at the tall man in front of him.
"Yeah." Ye Zhihan nodded.
"Okay, you can accompany me, but you are not allowed to disregard your own life again." Ming Luo curled her lips slightly, and stared at Ye Zhihan with a pair of eyes as smart as a deer, forcing Ye Zhihan to smile helplessly and nodded, feeling warm in his heart.
After reading the letter, Ling Kongjing found the last secret treasure in the hands of his ancestor Ling Yu.
It was an ordinary, inconspicuous wooden ring, and it was obvious that it was old, with the edges and corners worn away to the point where there was no sharpness at all.
But even such a ring that no one would pick up if thrown on the street, after touching Lingkongjing's finger, it flew up as if it recognized its master and landed on his slender finger. A tiny trace of golden light flowed from the ring to his finger.
Lingkongjing lowered his head, looking at the ring on his hand, his eyes shining. He said nothing, and together with Mingluoye Zhihan, they buried their ancestor's body beside the spring and made a tombstone for him. Finally, he knelt in front of Ling Yu's tomb and kowtowed three times, saying, "The fate of the dragon clan rests on our shoulders, and we will definitely live up to your trust!"
Ming Luo looked at Ling Kong Jing worriedly. His fine bangs covered his eyes and he looked very depressed.
"Ajing..." Mingluo called softly, just meeting his almost collapsed eyes. His pupils were as bright as stars, and seemed to be as bottomless as the abyss of hell.
It is a miracle that a race can hold on for tens of thousands of years. Now the dragon clan is at the end of its luck. Even the ancestor Ling Yu could not do it. How can a young boy in the Lingkong Realm alone reverse the course of history? Ming Luo sighed silently in his heart, not knowing how to comfort him.
After leaving the Cinderscale Spring, Lingkongjing flew towards the dragon town without looking back. He had lost the dragon clan and his ancestors, and now only his brother was left.
Under the massive invasion of the demons and spirits, the originally peaceful dragon territory was engulfed in flames of war and filled with cries of grief.
Ming Luo couldn't bear to look down, so he just followed Ling Kong Jing to look for his brother. Ye Zhihan saved whoever he could on the ground.
On the other side, Ling Kongsu and the last few soldiers were forced to go to the Falling Star Palace. They were outnumbered and could not hold on alone.
Ling Kongsu's body was covered with scars, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. His originally white skin was stained with blood, and the exposed flesh and blood was quickly corroded into black by the monster's poison. The soldiers around him were even more seriously injured, and were struggling to hold on with their last breath.
The demon clan did not seem to intend to give them a quick death. After all, they had completely occupied the dragon clan, and the few people in front of them were just prisoners of war who could be killed at any time. So they kept torturing the dragon soldiers in the Falling Star Palace in different ways, just like abusing livestock, without any bottom line.
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