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Linghe dare not hesitate to let Yang Jian drive back to Ji's home.

In the middle of the road, Linghe sends Yichen back to his home.

Yi Chen looks at the monsoon smoke and vomits his blood. He laughs and tells him that he will come to him in the future. Don't mention the horror.

After Yi Chen left, Ling he couldn't help it.

"Miss, what are you doing? What's the matter with you? "

The monsoon smoke leaned against the carriage and looked pale. She looked up at Ling He and said, "elder brother Ling, I'm not in the way. This green and blood exquisite tree is very important to me. I don't have any harm at this point."

As long as Nathan doesn't repair it in a day, she can't use her power perfectly. Even though it's a little worn this time, as long as she absorbs the spirit of the green blood exquisite tree, everything will be better.

"I'll squint for a while..." The monsoon smoke murmured softly, after all, it could not resist the body's tiredness and passed out.

After the monsoon smoke fell asleep, the spirit supporting her and Ling Hehua gradually dissipated, and both of them recovered their original appearance.

Looking at the gaunt side face of the monsoon smoke, Linghe's not feeling very much. He quietly picked up his cloak and put it on the body of the monsoon smoke, with only one sigh.

The carriage slowly went ahead, the lights of the imperial capital quietly lit up, just like a group of stars in the night.

Xuanwei is sitting in the carriage, looking at the Star Tower with deep thoughts.

"Guoshi, it's not early. Shall we go back?" Xuanwei spoke respectfully.

They came back from the saint Dragon Emperor and are waiting for the next order of the Star Tower.

Star Tower did not open, he just slightly raised his head and looked out of the window at the dim lights.

A carriage and his carriage crossed, a faint smell of blood, quietly from the window into the Star Tower's nose.

The startower's eyes widened slightly. His eyes followed the passing carriage.

"Stop that carriage." The Star Tower opens.

Xuanwei had no doubt about him. He jumped out of the carriage immediately and rushed to another carriage which was not far away!

Driving Yang Jian suddenly sees Xuanwei in front of him. He vaguely remembers that he once appeared in Jicheng. He now tightens the reins and looks at Xuanwei without expression.

The carriage stopped, Ling he was anxious to send the monsoon smoke back earlier, and then out of the carriage.

But

Ling he opened his eyes and looked at the star tower that appeared in front of the carriage. He was shocked. He jumped out of the carriage and saluted respectfully.

"I have seen the national teacher!"

The appearance of the Star Tower attracted a lot of people's attention in the bustling streets. People consciously gave way to the two sides and looked at the elegant and holy figure.

The startower's eyes passed Ling He's body, and a familiar smell of blood came from Ling He's body. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his long legs suddenly opened, and he rushed directly over Ling He to the carriage.

When he entered the carriage, everything in front of him changed his face slightly.

The pale monsoon smoke went to sleep quietly against the carriage. There was no blood on the pretty little face. A few blood stains along her neck dyed her collar red. It looked particularly dazzling!