She paused slightly, as if she had touched the ground, and the power on her waist suddenly disappeared, and she also landed steadily on the ground.
The pain of shattering while waiting did not come. Luo Qingyu opened his eyes quickly and realized that he was standing under the ice rock with his hands and feet intact.
She is fine! She is still alive!
She breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes slightly, calming down her fierce heartbeat.
Thinking back to the sudden power, and then to the ice rock, I fell down for a moment, and a force pushed her toward the ice wall...
Could it be that these two forces come from the hands of the same person?
As for who came from, she could almost imagine it with her toes.
It seems that although the training disciples of the great national masters are perverted and harsh, they are not completely inhumane.
In a critical moment, he will still save his disciple's life...
After all, it is not easy for a great national master to choose a disciple. If he dies on climbing ice rocks, then how much he gains will not be worth the loss?
She believed that even her senior brothers must have passed this level and there would definitely be times when they failed like her...
The great master must be reluctant to let all his disciples fall to death...
The resentment that had been burned by the torture and hunger in her heart finally dissipated a little.
Turn around and run towards Luoxia Valley.
I wonder if Zisanghewan had prepared lunch for her?
She is going to be hungry!
The gate of Luoxia Valley was closed, and there seemed to be some movement inside.
Luo Qingyu smiled and pushed the door open: "Senior Brother Xiangwan, have you cooked any delicious food?"
She suddenly stopped walking. There was no sign of Zi Sang Hewan in the courtyard, and only one little disciple was cleaning the courtyard there.
The little disciple had already seen her yesterday, so he naturally knew her identity and saluted respectfully: "My uncle."
The disciple was still a young man, the disciple of Luo Qingyu's third senior brother, Master Lianyu. He was slightly older than Luo Qingyu, and his handsome and capable face was still a little childish.
"Xiao Zhao, where is my senior brother Sang Hewan?"
"Go back to the uncle of the junior master, Uncle Zisang has an extradition mission and has returned to Wanling Kingdom." Xiao Zhao replied respectfully.
Luo Qingyu: "..."
"When did it happen?" When she and Zisanghe broke up in the morning, they didn't hear him talk about this.
"About the hour of Mao, Uncle Zisang hurriedly left after he came down from Rongxue Valley. Before leaving, he ordered his disciples to clean the courtyard." Xiao Zhao answered in an orderly manner.
Please come back?!
So he was sent out by a great master?!
The great master did it on purpose, right?!
Knowing that she would come down to have a meal, she sent her "monique chef" away in advance!
Luo Qingyu's heart fire rose together, and he grasped it again and again when he grasped it, and then he held it again and again.
Did that great national master deliberately torture her and temper her will?
Or is it that the idle boy was so sad that he was so happy to make trouble for her to pass on his dying lonely time?
She was so hungry! She was so hungry that her eyes turned black and she asked weakly: "Xiao Zhao, where is the big kitchen?"
The great master gave her two hours, so she naturally didn't have time to open the fire and cook. For the sake of the present, she had to go to the cafeteria.
"In Jingfeng Valley." Xiao Zhao replied, paused, and said, "Does the uncle of the little master want to have lunch? I'm afraid it won't work..."
Luo Qingyu was stunned: "Why can't it?"
"Jinfeng Valley has strict daily meal time, lunch must be eaten at 2:00 noon, and now it is over. Once the meal is over, the kitchen will no longer be entertained and the remaining food will be disposed of."