Qiuqiu felt in his heart that Gu Juechen really put in a lot of effort.
I never thought that the high and mighty king would indulge one person like this.
Even with such an inexplicable request, he still found a way to help his master.
Alas, I don’t know how I am doing now, and I don’t know if his old illness has improved.
Qiuqiu felt inexplicably sad, looking at the jade bottle with a depressed heart.
This Qionglian Mist can nourish the tears of the Xuan Lord and exert its greatest effect. She is the master of mountains and rivers, and has the healing power to restore and repair the mountains, rivers and all things.
Her tears were even harder to come by. Everyone knew that it was difficult for Lord Xuan to shed tears. The only time he shed tears was when he separated from the Solitary Lord. Then the Solitary Lord nurtured them in the mist of the Qionglian, and later used them to avoid the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao.
The Xuan Lord separated his spiritual body from himself and used the unique mysterious energy of the Nine Netherworld to conceal the breath of his body. The Lonely Lord used his tears to nourish his spiritual consciousness, ensuring that his spiritual consciousness would not be transformed and his soul would not be destroyed.
Qiuqiu herself has been with Xuanzhu for tens of thousands of years. In every life of hers, she would try her best to stay by her side, and the same is true for Gujun.
"Master, are you sure you want to do this?"
Qiuqiu asked doubtfully, she couldn't believe it either. After all, her master never shed tears easily, so now such a full bottle needs to be filled with her tears?
This is simply a pipe dream.
Bai Yinglin raised her head and looked at Qiuqiu: "What else? If not, that Gu guy will definitely not help me."
She pursed her lips in bitterness, and the enchanting face of Gu Juechen appeared in her mind when she threw herself into his arms. Her heart moved, and her cheeks flushed unconsciously.
She suddenly raised her head, shook it left and right, and patted her cheeks with both hands.
Oh my God, what am I thinking about? I don’t know what kind of magic that guy named Gu has used to haunt me in my mind all day long.
Qiuqiu looked at Bai Yinglin's movements with a confused look on his face.
It feels like the master is always talking nonsense.
"Owner?"
Qiuqiu originally wanted to ask what to do if he couldn’t cry, but after careful consideration, he didn’t ask.
I should think of a solution for my master.
"Master, Qiuqiu sees that if you wait for yourself to be moved to tears, I don't know when it will happen."
These words suddenly brought Bai Yinglin back to her senses. She turned around and looked at Qiuqiu with a serious expression.
"What should we do then?"
"How about... let's try to induce tears."
Qiuqiu looked at Bai Yinglin with joy, thinking that his idea must be good. After all, the master did not cry easily, but his body was still a mortal body. If stimulated, it might work.
One word reveals the dreamer's true intention.
Bai Yinglin immediately became alert, opened her eyes wide, and a bunch of messy ideas immediately emerged in her mind.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"
Bai Yinglin shuddered and patted his head. Ever since he came out of Yaohua Palace, his thoughts had been stuck on how to shed tears naturally, but he had never thought about how to make people cry.
But I don't know if this method is useful. I don't seem to cry much since I was a child, and I have never shed a tear in my life.
"Feng'er!" Bai Yinglin shouted suddenly outside.
The volume is so loud that it is clear to the ears.
Seeing this, Qiuqiu knew that he must not be seen by anyone, so he prepared to go towards Bai Yinglin's consciousness.
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