The bloody moon was half full, and Zhou Xiaoyu was shocked and screamed.

Ye Luo was slightly stunned, his eyes became hot, but his nose felt a little sore.

The world has changed drastically, and it has been ten months.

Zhou Xiaoyu, a seventeen-year-old gossip girl in a pharmacy, still has bright eyebrows and white teeth in front of the ancient courtyard, and her face has not yet completely faded. A powerful aura has been revealed on her youthful and energetic body.

Ten months ago, Zhou Xiaoyu, Chu Xiaohuan, and Yang Ying, what did these three girls who were supposed to be in high school and junior high school experience?

Ye Luo looked at Zhou Xiaoyu and screamed, shocked and stunned.

Then, the people stationed around the underground palace courtyard of the Loulan Holy Land, with this scream, the figures swayed, and several powerful auras suddenly appeared. Immediately afterwards, Ye Luo saw two other familiar figures.

Chu Xiaohuan and Yang Ying.

Ten months, life and death, great changes, cruelty, and the indifference of the whole world as the strong as the weak. Ye Luo originally thought that his heart was as firm as iron, until he saw these three figures again, and finally found a touch of warmth in the increasingly indifferent world.

Blood Moon, Starry Sky, Ye Luo stands.

"Xiao, Xiaohuan, you, look, Uncle Ye's soul is back!" Zhou Xiaoyu pointed at Ye Luo, swallowed, shocked and incredible.

Chu Xiaohuan had already walked out, not seen her for ten months, but she was still the same as before, with rebellious and immature eyes still in her eyes. However, the fluctuations in her aura were at least eight levels of Qi training.

Yang Ying followed Chu Xiaohuan closely. She was always timid and inseparable from Chu Xiaohuan. She was also shocked at this time. Her two watery eyes were wide open, and then she rubbed her eyes hard.

"Ye, Ye Luo, your soul is really back?" Chu Xiaohuan called Ye Luo's name as always, his body trembled, and then asked again: "Why did you come back? People really have souls?"

"Uncle Ye, you're going back. Are you doing well in the underworld?" Yang Ying looked at Ye Luo, and tears fell from her watery eyes.

Ye Luo's nose was a little sour, so he took a step forward, rubbed his nose, and tried hard to maintain a bright smile. He felt aroused in his heart and said, "I'm living a good life. I just kowtowed to the King of Hell two days ago. Life is still fine. I'm going to come back to see you?"

The other disciples who rushed over from the Loulan Holy Land looked shocked and surprised when they saw this scene.

Even the mysterious monks in the Hanging Temple next to the Loulan Holy Land were looking at this place.

"Wuwuwu! Uncle Ye, are you going to reincarnate before coming back to see us?" Yang Ying cried, her eyes red.

"Reincarnation?" Ye Luo was slightly stunned. Yang Ying really believed this child? Ye Luo rubbed his sore nose again and said, "I won't join you anymore. Meng Po's daughter has been chasing me in the past few days. Meng Po meant that I would marry her daughter and live in the underworld in the future."

"Ah! Uncle Ye, are you going to get married?" Yang Ying wiped her tears, and I looked at Ye Luo pitifully.

"All nonsense!"

At this moment, in the Loulan Holy Land, a beautiful girl who looked in her twenties and had a proud aura suddenly took a step forward, and her breath burst out, pressing directly towards Ye Luo, and scolding him.

"Senior Sister Qiao, how could you talk to my Uncle Ye's soul like this!" Yang Ying, who had always been timid, suddenly took a step at this moment and stopped the girl.

"Hmph! It's not the time yet. The disciples of all major forces are here. If they take action here, they will give them a handle." The arrogant girl's tone was cold.

"Hehe, senior sister, maybe we can use the three of them to attack the use of Uncle Ye, just a celestial waste." The female disciple seemed to have a deep hostility towards Chu Xiaohuan and the other two.
Chapter completed!