Those who can directly reach the sixth level and break through the illusory barrier are no ordinary people. They know all too well how much of a threat a person with suppressed cultivation and unknown origin poses to them, and they will never let him go easily!
She hoped that Rong Yu would show a look of shock or doubt, but in fact he didn't even frown. His eyes narrowed slightly, and black thorns came crashing down on her like a tidal wave.
"careful!"
Unbelievable, Qiu Qingxue forgot to dodge. Her arm was pulled, and Han Zhao stood in front of her. He reacted hastily, overestimating Rong Yu's strength as much as possible and blocking with all his might. However, when the thorns pierced through the protective shield he had built, he was still inevitably seriously injured. His chest and lungs trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody and sweet liquid.
"You..." Qiu Qingxue didn't look at him once from beginning to end. She stared at the cold-faced man opposite her. "You don't believe me?"
"..."
"He's not your disciple! If he only had the cultivation of the Qi Refining stage, why would I have used the Lotus Seal against him!"
She tried to persuade Rong Yu, appearing somewhat anxious, because the Lotus Seal was a deadly technique used by Jiyun Palace for self-defense and would not be used lightly.
Rong Yu glanced at the seriously injured Han Zhao, then looked at her coldly: "If there's a next time, no one can protect you!"
"I……"
Before she could speak again, Rong Yu had already carried the boy in his arms and walked out of the palace.
Seeing the farce come to an end, the people at the other side of the hall followed the master and disciple in front. Ji Rong walked in from outside, squatted down in front of Han Zhao, helped him up and gave him a pill.
Thank you.
Ji Rong didn't speak, but gave Qiu Qingxue a cryptic look before getting up and leaving.
Han Zhao naturally knew what he wanted to say. The person she had been protecting with all her might had never cared about her from beginning to end. Even though he was seriously injured and collapsed here, she only looked at the people leaving in front of her and did not even spare her a glance. How could she not feel heartbroken?
He sighed heavily in his heart, gave a bitter laugh, forced himself to stand up, and whispered to the person beside him, "Qingxue, let's go."
Qiu Qingxue's hatred subsided slightly. She turned her head to look at him, and belatedly asked, "Are you... alright?"
Han Zhao shook his head: "It's nothing."
She didn't ask any more questions, looked at the place where the person had disappeared, a strange glint flashed in her beautiful eyes, and quickly followed.
Outside the palace, before the magic array leading to the seventh level, the young man who had successfully smeared Fairy Qingxue was nestled in someone's arms, sleeping soundly. He slept exceptionally long, and when he woke up, he was already back in his flying boat. After opening his eyes and clearing his mind for a moment, Geng Qi got up and asked, "Which level are we on now?"
A familiar voice said in my ear, "The seventh floor."
He gave a soft reply. He originally wanted to ask what happened to Qiu Qingxue in the end, but suddenly thought of something more important and asked, "What about Qinghan?"
"..."
Geng Qi yawned for a long time, but no one responded. He turned his head and followed Rong Yu's gaze, where he saw the white-clad boy leaning against "Xie Zheng's" arms, but he did not see him open his eyes.
A sudden tightness gripped his heart, and his hazy consciousness instantly cleared: "What's wrong with him?"
Rong Yu said, "After we found him in the palace, he hasn't woken up."
"..."
Geng Qi jumped off the soft couch and walked over quickly.
He was an orphan, with no ties in the world. His home was indeed the most beautiful place in his memory, but the people he cared about were in this world, so he could easily see through the illusion.
But Qinghan has no memories of the past. His best memories are those he doesn't remember, and they are from the Demon Palace.
He looked up at the person holding Qinghan, whose eyes, which were unable to see, were empty and he could not see anything.
Geng Qi asked, "What is his most cherished memory?"
Jie Beiying shook his head. It was rare for him not to smile, but Geng Qi was neither happy nor in the mood for jokes. Judging from the scorpion's tightly furrowed brows, he was also at a loss.
Geng Qi also frowned.
The system suddenly spoke:
Upside down?
Can reality be better than memories?
But they didn't even know which memory Qinghan was trapped in!
In reality, the only person Qinghan cares about is Jie Beiying.
Geng Qi looked up, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He straightened up slightly and asked, "Have you kissed him?"
system:
Not only the system, but Rong Yu also looked over in surprise upon hearing his words. Jie Beiying raised his head, his eyes showing nothing, but Geng Qi saw a hint of doubt in them.
Too lazy to explain to him, Geng Qi said, "Give him a kiss."
"..."
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