How can an immortal-level weapon withstand the self-destruction of a great emperor?
The white jade dagger quietly hovered above the children, waiting for them to wake up.
Two days later, Leng Qingxue moved her fingers and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
The eyeballs moved a few times under the skin, showing signs of waking up.
Seeing this, the white jade dagger spun around and quickly returned to Long Xiaoxiao, gently inserting it into the simple scabbard.
Let out a comfortable sound.
The scabbard is a gentle home and charging station for the dagger.
This time, the dagger absorbed a lot of the emperor's essence, which was divided into three parts evenly by the dagger.
One for himself, one for the scabbard, and one for its master, Long Xiaoxiao.
Although these essences disappeared as soon as they entered Long Xiaoxiao's body, the short sword knew that its master needed them.
And even if it is useless or not needed, a share of the dagger will be given to Long Xiaoxiao.
Not long after, Leng Qingxue slowly opened her eyes, then quickly stood up and looked around for something.
When she saw Long Xiaoshi, Leng Qingxue hurriedly crawled over and held her in her arms.
Leng Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief after finding out that Long Xiaoxiao was fine and not injured.
Only then did he notice the thumb-sized Wuji Ding hanging from his waist. "Have you exhausted your power?"
She looked at the white jade dagger at Long Xiaoxiao's waist and sighed inwardly: "Even you have run out of energy."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Leng Qingxue then took a pill, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing to stabilize her injuries.
Her injuries were quite serious, and now she couldn't even display the strength of an early stage Immortal Venerable.
But as long as she doesn't meet an emperor-level expert, no one can hurt her again.
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