This voice has the power to calm people's hearts, as if she had heard it several years ago and had relied on it...

But... but she can't rely on him, the consequence of relying on him is despair.

Han Shanyue did not have the obligation to save herself, nor was she a person. She knew she was in danger, but she would drink enough tea before she came. In his heart, tea was more important than her...

Ning Xuemo had a piece of wonton in her mind, but the conversation she heard by accident became her nightmare...

Hearing his voice, she subconsciously shrank her body.

No, if you don’t rely on him, she will break out by herself...

She struggled again in the sea of ​​burning blood.

An antique clean room. The interior walls are painted with various complex patterns. Those patterns look beautiful and combine them like huge ink and water landscapes. And each point in the drawing is clearly a talisman...

These talismans flowed under the reflection of the night pearls on the top of the hall, and were endless like a tide.

A faint light shot out from these talismans. After some complex reflections and then reflections, they all gathered in a large agarwood-colored cauldron in the middle of the hall.

There are red water waves inside the cauldron, surging like blood.

Above the big tripod, there was a green ball-like barrier standing in the air, and Ning Xuemo's soul rolled in the barrier...

She lost her mind!

Emperor Zun sat cross-legged on a white jade cushion, looking at Ning Xuemo's soul in the green barrier, looking solemn.

He can't wake Xue Mo up!

If she is not awake, she cannot open the magic array to restore her soul, and she cannot completely recover...

Her body is fine, and she is now lying on the white jade bed in a corner of the quiet room. As long as her soul is repaired, it can be placed back into her body.

But now her soul seemed to be escaping something and refused to wake up.

His fingers were connected to the barrier, and he could clearly sense that Xue Mo was afraid, she was in pain, she was struggling... but he refused to let the Emperor out...

She used to be like a little hedgehog. Even if she didn't accept it, she would subconsciously put away her thorns in front of him and subconsciously rely on him.

Like in the carriage that day, she slept without any warning with his legs in her arms...

But now for some reason, I seem to subconsciously reject him—

No matter how he comforted him, it would be useless.

Rong Yue Tianlan sat on the other side of the cauldron, pressing his hands on the cauldron with his hands empty and he was also looking at the restless and unconscious soul in the green barrier.

Looking at the Emperor, who had been expressionless in his face, Rong Yue heard the comfort he had just given Ning Xuemo, so he felt that he had opened his eyes again.

It turns out that the throne, which has always been deserted and cold, will comfort people when necessary...

But the Emperor's soft voice comforting seemed to have no effect on the girl in the barrier. It seemed that the person she trusted most in the girl's subconscious mind was not him...

Rong Yue coughed: "Imperial throne, maybe she should find someone she trusts the most and call her to try..."

He looked at the hourglass in a corner of the hall and frowned slightly: "Can't delay any more!"

There is a time limit to doing this kind of soul repair. Once the time passes, the effect will be greatly reduced.

Even if she barely repaired her soul and placed it in her original body, there will be something else.
Chapter completed!