Immortal, save me!

In fact, he didn't want Xue to follow him. He always felt that it would be a big trouble. Although he didn't know why, his intuition was still very accurate.

But this person saved his life and was an orphan, so he couldn't really leave her alone. Although he didn't believe that Xue was really an orphan, after all, her behavior was very measured and she followed etiquette, and her fingers were soft and white, which didn't look like the hands of an orphan at all.

Forget it, don’t think about other things for now. Now he just wants to find Wu Qing as soon as possible. He has finally come to the Fairyland and doesn’t want to waste time on other things.

But he had no way to contact Wu Qing. If he couldn’t find the location of the Wu tribe, would he just go back home?

He raised his hand and pressed on the Lingxi Curse below his collarbone, sighing quietly in his heart. That time when he was injured and taken back to the Wu Clan by Wu Qing, he was unconscious the whole time and had no consciousness. Later, when he returned to the Xuanling Continent, he was taken back by the Wu Clan Chief and Wu Qing, and he was also in a daze, which resulted in him having no impression of the location of the Wu Clan.

Wu Qing, Wu Qing, I can't find you, can't you give me a hint?

Is this what it's like to be a husband? Humph!

Not sure if Wu Qing sensed his thoughts, but he suddenly felt the Lingxi Curse under his palm getting hot. Le Zhi excitedly ripped open his clothes and looked down at the fist-sized crow mark.

The crow's eyes lit up and turned a bright red.

Le Zhi touched the mark in surprise and spoke to it in a low voice: "Wu Qing, Qing'er, how can I find you?"

"..."

The voice of Wu Qing did not sound as he had imagined, and the crow's eyes turned black again, as if everything was just his illusion.

Well, it seems he was thinking too much.

Le Zhi helplessly fell back on the bed, rubbing the mark with her fingertips.

It wasn't a complete loss. Perhaps this mark would guide him in the direction of the Wu tribe?

Time passed in a flash, and half a month later the Fairyland was as peaceful as ever. Flowers were in full bloom in the quiet valley, and butterflies and bees were busy flying. Their flapping wings brought up tiny air currents.

The trees swayed in the wind, and green leaves fell unexpectedly, flying straight towards people.

Luo Jin waved her hand to knock off the leaves and looked at the ginkgo tree that was almost bald.

These days, Ah Yin often went to the Divination Peak for some reason. When asked, he would not tell him but just looked at him quietly, which made him feel helpless.

However, he had been practicing but had not made any obvious progress, and he felt annoyed, so he decided to go out for a walk.

The stone tablet of the Divination Peak stood upright not far away. Since the day they arrived, they had never seen any disciples of the Tianyan Sect go to the Divination Peak for classes. It was said that the instructor who taught divination was not there, so the disciples could only practice on themselves.

With fewer people coming, the Divination Peak became a little desolate. Only the weeds beside the stone steps stretched their bodies freely, swaying in the wind.

Luo Jin couldn't bear to see such a scene, so he waved his hands to weed manually until the weeds lay flat on the grass one by one. Then he leaned against the stone tablet and stared blankly.

He just said that he didn't mind, but in fact, he still cared deeply in his heart. Others would forget their friends for the beauty, but why did Ah Yin forget his friends for the beauty? How could he ignore him? He couldn't stand it! He must be locked up!

He felt a little aggrieved and inexplicably empathized with some of Xuanlin's memories.

As Mo Yin's "pet", Xuan Lin is indulged most of the time and looks very favored. To him, Mo Yin is his everything, and to Mo Yin, he is just a part of him that he cares about. There is an invisible barrier between them, and Xuan Lin is just a companion most of the time and cannot reach that person's heart.

But he was a possessive man and could only throw a tantrum to attract Mo Yin's attention. Later, he was thrown out to practice. After finally going back to see people, the most important person was killed by him not long after. The feeling was bitter and uncomfortable.

As he thought about it, Luo Jin felt something was wrong. Why was he being so hypocritical? He was not Xuan Lin. Even if his position in Mo Yin's heart did not exceed Wen Junyao's, they were still equal. Why was he being so depressed? !

I was really stunned.

He looked up at the sky. The sky was deep and clear, with clouds rolling and unrolling. If he looked at it for a long time, it seemed as if he would be sucked into the deep blue.

After a while, Luo Jin came back to his senses, frowned and cursed: "Ugly!"

I don’t know if the sky heard his curse, but clouds quickly gathered, covering the deep blue. The wind grew stronger, and the ginkgo tree soon became bald, with only a few leaves left on the treetops.

Bean-sized raindrops fell down, and the sky and the earth were covered with white.

Luo Jin looked up at the sky angrily, feeling that the damn sky was against him.

When he was about to curse loudly without caring about his image, he heard light footsteps behind him. He closed his mouth and stood peacefully in the rain. He calmly removed the spiritual power shield that he had held up to keep out the rain.

He pretended not to know that person had arrived, staring blankly at the ginkgo tree in front of him. Rain quickly fell on him, and the next moment he was held in someone's arms, with a layer of spiritual power shield enveloping both of them.

Mo Yin: "Why are you standing here like an idiot?"

Luo Jin: "I'm enjoying the rain."

Mo Yin hugged him tightly and whispered, "Little liar."

Luo Jin was dissatisfied and asked who was the liar.

He opened his mouth to protest but then closed it silently.