The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 2697: The ghost stalker in the torrent

In an instant, the power of the surrounding time and space crushed the power of the black dragon, like a torrent of vents, whizzing down in the direction of Ling Han.

The tears blurred Lu Jiuque's sight...

Out of sight.

Ling Han held the jade pendant tightly in his hand, gently pressed it against his heart, and knelt down on one knee with difficulty...

Like the last paladin in the desolate sanctuary, with his life and soul, with faith and everything, to offer piety to his god...

Goodbye.

Jiuer.

……

"Boom..."

Lu Jiuque couldn't hear anything in his ears, and his soul was trembling violently, and countless pictures flashed across the sky like fragments.

That is... Ling Han's breath.

After Lu Jiuque left, he just looked into the distance quietly, letting the breath of chaos and time swallow him a little bit.

For countless years, he just walked alone, alone...

At this time, Lu Jiuque suddenly realized!

It turns out that the ghost-handling boy she met in the Tianchen Continent's White Rock Ghost Land was really Ling Han!

I don’t know that Ling Han has been floating in the turbulence and cracks of time and space for countless years!

It's him! ! !

But because the breath and feeling are different, what happened to him afterwards?

Lu Jiuque's heart rolled over with countless speculations until he fell into a warm embrace.

Yes, warm...

The man's lips were lightly printed on the center of her eyebrows, with compassion and love.

"Don't worry, we will get him back..."

"Emperor Shifang..."

"I promise you."

Find him back, let him ascend to the pinnacle of glory and power, do everything to compensate him, and then...

Get him out of your heart.

Di Shifang smiled and rubbed her head, then leaned down and gave her a long kiss, with a satiny expression, dispelling all the anxiety and coldness in her heart.

Until her face was completely ruddy, Di Shifang let go of her, but he still cared and pecked and kissed.

This picture made the unreliable wind on the side almost internally injured. I just wanted to say something to the black dragon, but found that the black dragon had already left, leaving him alone and holding a fat man standing in the cold wind shivering. , Stuffed with dog food.

Free Wind: "..."

The two masters and servants, one is worse than the other.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Qianying's chubby cheeks, the wind cleared his throat and said: "Lu Jiuque, how are you feeling now?"

Lu Jiuque was taken aback, what does it mean to feel?

"How does it feel to have not returned to your body for 300 years?"

Lu Jiuque closed his eyes and felt it. The power in his body was smoothed out by her moments, and there were only very weak spiritual energy fluctuations around.

"This..."

Lu Jiuque quickly raised his eyes and looked at it, his goal is endless black...

Then the burning sensation in her eyebrows gradually began to rise, like the sparks of a prairie fire, recovering from the center of her soul.

"They...resurrected?!" Lu Jiuque said joyfully, "It is the breath of the soul tree and the Bodhi ancestor, they are resurrected!"

"Yes." Emperor Shifang nodded, "Because you are resurrected..."

"Go! Go find them!"

"Don't worry, you can feel it better."

Feel it better?

"Close your eyes, let go of your mental power... to perceive the world..."

Lu Jiuque was stunned. After catching the gaze of Di Shifang's encouragement, he still let go of his mental power...

Her divine consciousness turned into a style, blowing all over the continent.