Those colors are irreplaceable.

It belonged to his grandfather, Xiang Lijing.

"My child, I've suffered a lot from you these past few years."

There were tears in Xianglijing's eyes. He looked at Yinlong and his body was trembling with excitement.

You don’t need to think about it to know that Silver Dragon must have put in a lot of sweat to be where it is today.

"It's okay. As long as the Dragon Clan can be revived, I will never blink an eye even if it takes my life."

Yinlong looked around Xiang Lijing, his eyes seemed to be looking for something.

After searching for a long time, it seemed that he couldn't find the figure he wanted to see. Yinlong frowned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he asked: "Grandpa Xiangli, why didn't you see Ling'er? Could it be?"

An ominous thought flashed through his mind, and Yinlong clenched his hands fiercely and widened his eyes, "Could it be that Ling'er was also killed by those bastards from the Blood Tribe?"

Xiang Lijing looked at Yinlong complicatedly. He thought Yinlong had forgotten Bai Ling long ago, but he didn't expect that he still remembered him.

He wanted to tell Yinlong about Bai Ling, but whenever he thought of Bai Ling's body, he was trembling and speechless.

"Let me tell you."

Bailu suddenly said, Yinlong turned to look at Bailu, Bailu said: "Ling'er died, and she died happily with the man she loved."

"The man you love?" Yinlong was puzzled.

"Yes, his name is Jun Wuyan..."

Bailu told everything about Jun Wuyan and Bai Ling. She wanted Yinlong to know that Bai Ling died happily with the man she loved.

She didn't want Yinlong to feel guilty.

You must know that sometimes, guilt is also a knot in the mind.

If the knot in the heart cannot be opened, the path of cultivation will be stalled, and the silver dragon's life will be over.

After listening to Egret's words, Yinlong lowered his head, his body trembling slightly because of his excitement.

He bent his knees, slowly squatted on the ground, made fists with both hands, and hit the ground hard.

The skin was broken at the joints, and the land was stained red with blood.

"Ling'er..."

The silver dragon raised his head, and in the dark red dusk, he raised his eyes to the sky and roared.

He didn't believe that that cheerful figure, that innocent girl, would die.

He always remembered that when he was unhappy because the Dragon King and Dragon Queen did not accompany him, the little girl would always hold a sunflower dangling in front of him.

She said: "Brother Yin, do you know why Sunflower always smiles?"

He shook his head. It didn't matter to him whether Sunflower smiled or not?

All he knew was that he was feeling very unhappy.

"Why, the sunflowers face the sun. Brother Yin, you are Ling'er's sun. If you are unhappy, the sunflowers will wither."

Bai Ling smiled innocently, as brightly as the sun. She said: "Brother Yin, let me tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was an old monk and a young monk in a mountain. One day, the old monk and the young monk

Tell a story. It tells a story: Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was an old monk and a young monk in the mountain..."

The joke wasn't funny. Maybe he was infected by Bai Ling's elf-like smile, and he laughed like a fool.

That evening, when we parted ways, she also said: "Brother Yin, when you are unhappy in the future, just think of Ling'er. If you are unhappy, I will wither..."

He watched her cheerful figure jumping away like a deer...
Chapter completed!