She made a decision in her heart that she would tell Mo Lian that even if Mo Lian would be sad, she would stay with him. She was not the only woman in the world.

To Mo Lian, who was sleeping comfortably at the moment, he knew nothing about these things.

He just felt that his body was very light, all the pain disappeared, and even his sleep was pleasant.

I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time.

In his memory, Bi Luo was talking to him next to him, which made him a little confused.[

All his body and mind stayed on Qingluo, and he just wanted to know how she was doing at this moment.

Thinking like this, I couldn't sleep anymore. My eyes slowly opened, my eyelashes trembled slightly, and a depressing aura slowly spread around my side.

He was stunned and looked back, only to see Bi Luo hesitating beside his painting, looking a little anxious and sad.

What's wrong with this girl?

"If you want to ask, can you please ask?" Although he was much better, he was still very tired, leaning on the bed, looking at the blue sky.

Bi Luo was startled, and the gauze scarf that was crumpled into a ball in her hand almost fell to the ground.

Her body jumped and she hurriedly took a few steps back. Her heart was beating loudly in her heart. She could feel the crazy impact. Should she say it or not? The decision she had just made up changed when she saw Mo Lian's expression.

She started to waver. She didn't want to hurt him, but not talking about it made her feel uneasy.

What’s the right thing to do?

She only has more than a hundred years of Taoism and doesn't know how to make a choice.

The paleness on his face was noticed by Mo Lian, and his expression suddenly became sluggish. He closed his eyes and sighed, "It's hopeless, right?"

There was no suspense in this situation, but he was unwilling to do so, so he sent Bi Luo forward. It turned out that this was still the case.

There's no way it can get any better.

Qingluo, your son, the Buddha, do you also know my incompetence?

I can't save your sister, and Buddha won't either.

Is that woman who has been stubborn for thousands of years finally facing her last moment?

There is no help.

There is no time.

Qingluo, will you blame me?

"The Buddha means to comply with the destiny." Bi Luo was anxious, took two steps forward and replied quickly.[

"Follow the destiny? It's destiny, it's already been decided, isn't it?" He tried to use his own spells, but suddenly woke up when he saw that there was no trace of chill.

The things in his dream were not false, but someone really extradited his coldness!

"Bi Luo, how are you?" He remembered that it was a face like Qing Luo that helped him absorb the cold air.

Then there is no one else here except Bi Luo, and Qing Luo has been locked up by the Buddha and cannot come out at all.

Did Bi Luo save him?

This fool, who has only practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years, actually took it upon himself to suck away his cold air. The cold air was hundreds of thousands of years old. How could she bear it?

There was a hint of helplessness in his heart, and his words became much gentler.

"Bi Luo, actually you don't have to be like this. Come here quickly and let me take a look at your body." He waved to Bi Luo.

Bi Luo didn't know what he was talking about, so she walked over obediently and stretched out a hand.

Mo Lian covered her and felt the breath in her body.

And the breath was steady, without any fluctuation.

What a great fate.

But how did she get rid of such severe coldness?

"What's wrong with my body?" She just went to Xishan, is she in good health?

Why did Mo Lian suddenly become concerned about her?

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Chapter completed!