It can be said that in Zhao Yinling's eyes, Sun Murong is as important as her own family.
"Silly child."
Sun Murong shook his head and smiled. At this moment, his realm had fallen to the third level of the Soul Realm, and it was obvious that he would not live long.
"Even if you go now, it's too late."
"Compared to finding an antidote for me, Grandpa actually hopes that you can spend more time with me now."
Zhao Yinling fell silent immediately, then she put down the Haotian Mirror with difficulty and put it back into the storage ring.
"Ling'er."
Sun Murong looked at Zhao Yinling in front of him. The little girl from the past has grown up so much.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Grandpa's back is a little sore, please give him a massage."
"good."
Zhao Yinling came behind Sun Murong and punched him lightly with her fist.
Time passed by bit by bit, and they talked about a lot of things, from trivial matters of cultivation to the open and secret struggles among the major sects.
"Grandpa Sun is a little tired and needs to get some sleep."
"Before you wake up, I'm afraid Grandpa Sun won't be able to continue protecting you."
Sun Murong spoke with difficulty. His realm had fallen to the Kaimai realm, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.
Zhao Yinling didn't say anything, but continued to gently massage his back.
"You are just too cold-hearted."
"You have to change your temper in the future, otherwise no one will dare to marry you."
Sun Murong kept talking, and his realm dropped rapidly, falling to the Body Tempering Realm.
I'm afraid that in the next moment, this former powerful Dharma Realm master will completely disappear.
"Um."
Zhao Yinling responded, and the purple moon behind her began to emerge. Wisps of purple mist began to float out from the purple moon and slowly flowed into Sun Murong's body, allowing the originally dying Sun Murong to recover some of his vitality.
But this was a huge drain on Zhao Yinling. Her spiritual energy was rapidly transforming into mist and sinking into Sun Murong's body.
"Don't waste your spiritual energy, it's useless."
Sun Murong turned around with difficulty and looked at Zhao Yinling who was burying her head.
"Grandpa should go to bed too. Make sure you take care of yourself before he wakes up."
After he finished speaking, the light in his pupils completely disappeared.
Zhao Yinling hurriedly increased the speed of the conversion, but in the next moment, Sun Murong's last bit of life completely dissipated...
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