After the gates of the Hell of Inferno were opened, the Guiyun Sect received the information and rushed to the scene without stopping.
Next, Zhao Zhao did not watch how they dealt with Meng Xuan'an, nor did he try to understand what happened next. The only person he wanted to find was the lazy and casual man who always wore white clothes.
When he was about to quickly return to Tianzhu Peak, he turned around and met Lan Sheng's eyes, who was staring at him blankly.
"Zhao Zhao?!"
The man's handsome face was pale with sickly color. He had lost weight and seemed to be weaker than before.
When Zhao Zhao saw him, her eyes were still filled with pure joy, just like two years ago. She happily threw herself into his arms and muffledly cried, "Lan Sheng, I miss you so much!"
Lan Sheng felt a pain in his chest from the force of his impact and suddenly came back to his senses.
He stared at his smile without blinking, hugged his shoulders tightly, his eyes reddened, and his voice hoarse, "Damn boy, where have you been?!"
He searched for him for two whole years!
God knows, when he returned to Tianzhu Peak that day, he couldn't find the fear of the sword spirit no matter what.
Silently, his sword spirit disappeared without a trace, along with the sword. During this time, he searched countless places where Zhao Zhao might have gone, but there was no trace or clue.
Today, he heard that the gate to the hell was opened. Thinking of a group of disciples who went in two years ago, he thought that maybe Zhao Zhao had sneaked in with others, so he came here to try his luck.
Unexpectedly, he saw his little sword spirit in the crowd.
The young man has just grown up, he is romantic and ambitious, and his every frown and smile is stunning.
Zhao Zhao has grown up a lot, his temperament has become much calmer, and his cultivation has also reached a higher level, but the dependence and joy in his eyes when he looks at him remains unchanged.
Zhao Zhao raised her head from his arms with a smile and pinched his shoulder without any respect. "Lan Sheng, haven't you eaten in the past two years? You're too thin."
"Hmph." Lan Sheng ignored him and dragged his wrist towards Tianzhu Peak. He said in a deep voice, "Today you must explain to me clearly why you went to the Infernal Purgatory and what you experienced."
"If you don't listen, I will... not give you the little gem!" He said the cutest words in the coldest voice.
Zhao Zhao smiled again when he heard that, and raised his Zhaoxue Sword with grievance. The gem on it was severely worn and its bright luster was no longer visible.
"Lan Sheng, look at the Zhaoxue Sword, it's become like this."
"So, I want to exchange for gems~"
"Okay, I'll change it for you right away." Lan Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at the badly worn Zhaoxue Sword, and couldn't help but think of the hellish days Zhaozhao had spent in the endless purgatory.
His eyes were filled with heartache. Not to mention changing the gems for Zhao Zhao, he wanted the stars to be taken down immediately, completely forgetting the words he had just used to threaten Zhao Zhao.
Zhao Zhao smiled, and seeing that Lan Sheng was still frowning, she told him about her wonderful experience in the hell as if she was telling a story on the way back.
After hearing the end, Lan Sheng only noticed the Thousand Machine Insect mentioned by Zhao Zhao.
"So, the Thousand Machine Bug is still in your body?" As he said that, he grabbed his wrist without question, spiritual power flowed, and immediately began to check his body.
Zhao Zhao sighed, "I'm fine at the moment. Immortal Master Pei Ze has helped me suppress it."
Lan Sheng let go of his hand, his tone still heavy, "I called you a money-grubber, you deserve to suffer."
After a pause, he said with a stern face, "What herbs do you need? I'll find them for you." He was talking about the herbs that could lure out the Thousand Machine Insects.
"Jin Lingzi~" Zhao Zhao put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile.
"knew."
Once again, they walked side by side on the road back to Tianzhu Peak with Zhao Zhao. The sky was bright. Lan Sheng didn't look at him directly, but her eyes swept over him countless times.
Lan Sheng suppressed his surging emotions and pretended to be calm while talking to him.
Fortunately, missing you is silent, otherwise it would be deafening.
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