She tried hard to recall everything she had experienced in this ancient world, but except for Lin Hao's battle with the Ji family on this square, the things and memories since then seemed like towers in the air, floating and floating, and were always not so real... And if she racked her brains and thought about it madly, soon, these memories would become blank, as if she hadn't experienced anything... And deeper, she dared not, because the pain of not being able to survive and not being able to die was like a roadblock, making her dare not continue to dig deeper, not dare to continue to recall, and not dare to see those vague things clearly! "Xiao Ling'er?"

The immortal in the painting looked down at the Four Spiritual Treasures of Huatian in his hand... Oh, it should be said that only the three Spiritual Treasures were left. The Heavenly Treasures were broken by Elder Turtle Xuan. Xiao Ling'er was also severely injured due to the destruction of the Heavenly Treasures. Since they ascended the imperial carriage, Xiao Ling'er returned to the Heavenly Treasures and fell into a deep sleep.

But I don’t know when I will wake up after this sleep.

Fortunately, she would be able to return to Mochiyuan soon. When the master who was traveling abroad came back, the master would definitely have a way to wake up Xiao Ling'er and find a way to restore the painting pen! The immortal in the painting was thinking, and suddenly saw a few figures standing there on the square in front of the Divine Pillar in front of her, and the figures were very familiar to her, because these figures were the people who were with Lin Hao, the big black dog with a dragon head, a black tiger full of runes, and the woman who was brought into the ancient world by Lin Hao, who was originally Zhu Ling'er, but now he changed his name to Tengling, and the middle-aged man wearing a golden emperor dragon robe, full of nobleness and powerlessness without anger.

In addition, there were some people, but they were all those she didn't know.

Is he here too?

For no reason, the immortal in the painting suddenly thought of Lin Hao, and his eyes began to look for his figure among the figures, but soon, she was slightly stunned and wondered why she wanted to find the devil and the enemy who killed her brothers?

At this time, the huge team had already stopped. The Great Sage of the Spirit-Shenling who was walking in the front also turned into a human form again and turned around and walked over.

"Holy Mother, let's go down the sedan chair. We are still unable to leave this ancient world for the time being, so we cannot send the Holy Mother outside the world."

In the painting, the immortal walked down the jade chariot as he said, followed the Great Sage of Zhenling, and under the escort of many other elders, he continued to walk towards the square, and finally walked to the square that had turned into ruins due to the battle.

Here, those figures that made her familiar with have been waiting for her for a long time.

Now, when I see the immortals in the painting again, whether it is the Lord of the Holy Lord, the Black Pixiu, or the Teng Ling or the Tiger Lord, all of them are mixed with feelings.

In fact, when Lin Hao ordered the old king to escort the immortal in the painting out of the world, they all asked for their lives to escort them together, and they did not want to hide the immortal in the painting and prevent her from leaving.

But when Lin Hao vomited blood and fell into a coma, they also gave up this idea. Lin Hao had done too much to avoid her pain. How could they destroy all this he did?

"Tiger, pay homage to the Virgin!"

Only the Tiger Lord respectfully paid a respectful visit to the immortal in the painting, and the remaining few people were all close to Lin Hao. The old king regarded Lin Hao as his son-in-law... Although he himself didn't know where his daughter had gone now, Lin Hao and his daughter had not even written the first stroke of the eight characters, but he just recognized Lin Hao as his son-in-law.

Teng Ling treats Lin Hao as his elder brother. As for the black Pixiu, let alone. It has always claimed that it has lived for many years, so it has never regarded Lin Hao as its master. It has always been called a little ghost. Now facing its mistress, it naturally will not show what a pet animal should look like.

Therefore, for a moment, only the tiger master paid a visit, while the remaining few people looked at the immortals in the painting with complex eyes.

It was not until after a long silence that the old king among them sighed and smiled helplessly: "Miss Hua, I have been waiting for you here for ten days."

The immortal in the painting also looked at these people in a complicated mood, but also subconsciously asked: "Did the devil go back on his word?"

“Repent?

No, that stupid boy, he never did anything he regretted, but... I just took his order and specially sent you a few things."

The old king said, and when he turned his palm, a white porcelain pill bottle immediately appeared in his palm: "Miss Xian'er should know this bottle. You threw away this pill that day, but you should know that this pill is not an evil pill, it is indeed a rare treasure pill in the world!"

"This blood-reverse pill is beneficial to many problems in the girl's body. It can not only relieve the blood-reverse pills after you have fully exercised your energy, but also promote the fusion of new essence and blood in your body, and help you digest the endless vitality that you have absorbed from the divine tree of living things over the past ten years... Ten days ago, the silly child woke up and refined two furnaces of blood-reverse pills. It's a pill that he was too seriously injured and missed you too much, resulting in the three furnaces of elixirs, which actually produced only six blood-reverse pills, and all the elixirs were used up. So there are now nine blood-reverse pills in this bottle, which can resolve the nine retrograde pills of the Xian'er girl's venous blood-reverse pills!"

"Please accept it. No matter how much you hate him or him, there is always nothing wrong with the pill. Since you hate him, you should accept this pill. Using his or eating his or her will also be a kind of revenge?"

The immortal's eyes lit up in the painting and immediately took the pill bottle, because the old king said it was indeed right. Use the things that the enemy should use. The more she collected, the less Lin Hao would have on himself. Isn't this a kind of revenge if he uses poverty to eat him poorly?

"What else should I give it to?"

After untiing this knot of unwilling to accept Lin Hao's things because of hating Lin Hao, the immortal in the painting immediately looked at the old king again seriously, and for a moment he wanted more things from Lin Hao.

When the old king saw her accepting it, he couldn't help but smile with relief. At least, he had done the task assigned to him by Lin Hao.
Chapter completed!