Chapter 121: A Zhuo, you are here

The lake surface was clear and transparent, but it was muddy and black in the lake, and even for Dongfang Qi, whose eyesight was excellent, he could only barely see a little.

At this moment, the Jingjing Beast was dancing in the water, looking at Lin Qingyue trapped in the ice pillar in front, drooling.

"The previous one couldn't be eaten, so I used him as bait, and sure enough, you took the bait. Hahaha, you have all three souls and a complete physical body. Wait until I eat your soul, and then I will attach to your body and leave this Chiying Land!"

After speaking, it opened its mouth and prepared to eat, but bit the ice pillar and hurt its teeth.

"Pfft, pfft!" It spat out the ice dregs in its mouth.

"No, can't eat it directly like this, the taste is not pure."

"But if the ice is melted... also no, that way I won't be able to trap this fierce woman."

After hesitating for a long time, it thought: "How about I wait until she is eroded to death by the cold ice energy, and then I eat her? Although the taste is not so fresh, it is safe!"

Just at this moment, the feeling of water waves moving suddenly came from behind.

The Jingjing Beast hurriedly looked back, and saw a sword light flash, and the next moment its head was cut off, and a large area of blood instantly dyed the surrounding water area scarlet.

In the last moment of its life, the Jingjing Beast only saw a white figure rushing from the water, actually the owner of that remnant soul.

The next moment, the fierce beast with its body and head separated sank to the bottom of the lake.

Without the support of the fierce beast's power, the lake water slowly became clear, and even the blood was diluted by the lake water.

Dongfang Qi came to Lin Qingyue's ice pillar and slashed with his sword, and the ice pillar shattered into several pieces of broken ice and disappeared in the water.

Lin Qingyue regained her freedom, opened her eyes, and pointed to the lake surface.

Dongfang Qi nodded, and the two of them dived and rushed out of this water area together.

Arriving on the lake shore, Lin Qingyue wiped the water stains on her face and looked at Dongfang Qi with some surprise: "You fused your soul so quickly? Didn't I tell you, don't be anxious after finding the Heavenly Soul, wait until you go out and slowly fuse it?"

At this moment, Dongfang Qi's face was abnormally pale: "You were in danger, I couldn't ignore it. But I was missing one soul, and couldn't even protect myself, let alone help you. So I took the risk to fuse the soul. Fortunately... I made it in time."

Lin Qingyue said: "Just a Jingjing Beast, it couldn't hurt me. I was just trapped for a while and would have been able to get out myself after a while, why did you risk your life for me?"

"But I... didn't dare to gamble..." He finally couldn't hold on to the breath he was holding, and fainted with a blackness before his eyes.

Lin Qingyue caught his body just before he fell.

His body was very weak, his face was as pale as paper, and even his lip color couldn't be seen. Although the three souls were already complete, they were very unstable and could leave his body at any time.

Lin Qingyue knew that this was a state of being on the verge of death.

Soul fusion originally required three days of meditation to be stable, but he, in order to save Lin Qingyue, not only forcibly compressed the time of soul fusion, but also rashly used spiritual power—such behavior was no different from fighting with his life, overdrawing his already precious vitality.

Fortunately, Lin Qingyue was by his side, and in time, she infused spiritual power to stabilize his turbulent soul, making the critical situation slightly eased.

Even so, he was still trapped in a coma, his breath was weak, and his situation was worrying.

Lin Qingyue carried him on her back, and she could see his tightly closed eyes by turning her head slightly. His eyelashes cast shallow shadows under his pale eyes.

She couldn't help but say: "Truly a fool, aren't you afraid of death?"

Past and present, there were few people Lin Qingyue could trust around her.

The only ones who were willing to risk their lives for her, regardless of everything, were two people. One was A Zhuo, and the other was this fool lying on her back at this moment.

At this moment, Dongfang Qi fell into a deep dream.

In the dream, he was still floating in the water, searching for Lin Qingyue's figure everywhere.

Deputy Envoy Lin was always a person who was sure of everything, but how could he be at ease accepting her care while ignoring her predicament?

Even if he had to die and his soul had to vanish, he had to protect her!

"Deputy Envoy Lin, where are you? Deputy Envoy Lin!"

The pitch-black lake water wrapped around the bone-chilling cold, and he desperately groped at the bottom of the water, but could never find that familiar figure.

Just when he was anxious and almost suffocated, a faint light suddenly rippled in front.

Is she there?

He swam over with all his might, and the halo of light gradually expanded before his eyes. He kicked his legs hard and leaped into the light group.

The moment the light dissipated, the surrounding scenery suddenly became clear.

He found himself standing in a magnificent and luxurious palace. The palace windows were seven or eight meters high, and when he looked up, he saw clouds rolling outside the windows, and strange birds and beasts flying through the clouds, their postures leisurely.

Where is this?

Just as he was puzzled, a cold and familiar female voice came from behind: "A Zhuo, you are here."

He turned around suddenly, only to see a woman leaning lazily on the high seat in the center of the hall.

She was wearing a black dress dragging on the floor, with an emperor's crown on her head, and the twelve jade pendants swayed lightly with her movements, shining brightly, making it hard to hide the grace and majesty between her eyebrows.

That imposing posture was slowly overlapping with a certain blurry figure in the depths of his memory, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Are you... Deputy Envoy Lin?"

"A Zhuo, my head hurts so much, come over and massage it for me."

The woman clearly had a face exactly the same as Lin Qingyue's, but there was a look of rage between her eyebrows, and the floor under the throne didn't know when it had been splashed with blood.

The palace maids knelt on the ground, carefully wiping the blood. When one of them stood up, she slipped on the water on the ground.

The maid's face changed in terror, and she crawled up, lying on the ground trembling and begging: "Your Majesty, spare my life, this slave didn't mean it!"

The woman on the throne opened her eyes impatiently, revealing a murderous look: "You can't even handle this little thing, what use are you? Drag her down and kill..."

"Your Majesty!" Dongfang Qi heard himself speak, "She didn't mean it either, why get angry? Is your head hurting? I'll press it for you."

The murderous look in the woman's eyes instantly extinguished: "All get out."

The palace maids were like receiving amnesty, and retreated completely in an instant.

The magnificent hall was cleaned spotless, carrying a faint fragrance.

Dongfang Qi walked to her side, and she leaned over familiarly, her lazy voice calling him softly: "A Zhuo, A Zhuo..."

Who is A Zhuo?

Dongfang Qi was a bit confused, and suddenly remembered—this is the name the Emperor gave me.

Then who am I? ===== CHAPTER 122 =====