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Qi Wu Yue remained silent.

He doesn't understand.

When he was a child, he was a soft-skinned sesame dumpling, acting coquettishly and being a good kid with a belly full of black water.

How come I became a love-brained person when I grew up?

It’s all because of the Xiao family’s bad teaching!

Seeing Qi Wu Yue remained silent for a long time, Xiao Lin's eyes became more and more obscure, but his tone was just the right amount of uneasiness.

"Is not it?"

There was moisture in his eyes, gleaming with a faint hope.

It was as if if Qi Wu Yue said that he was lying, his heart would be shattered on the spot.

Inexplicably agitated, Qi Wu Yue said stiffly: "I."

I am so fucking right!

As long as you're not so stupid as to fall hopelessly in love with that crappy fiancée from the Luo family who cheats on you, sends someone to kill you, and leaves no trace of you left.

It’s okay to like anyone.

What the Holy Lord's Daughter, the Medical Fairy of Dan Valley, the Snake Queen of the Secret Realm... No matter whether she is human or not, he agrees with it wholeheartedly.

Pulling the end of his hair, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

As long as I don’t like Luo Xixi.

I'm fine with liking your brother.

As expected, after getting a satisfactory answer, the boy pursed his lips shyly.

This posture was so strange that it was shocking. Qi Wu Yue stood up decisively and said as if nothing had happened: "How is the Phoenix True Fire? Has there been any change after absorbing the Red Dust Fire?"

Seeing him turning his back somewhat unnaturally, Xiao Lin's greedy look became even more unscrupulous.

He lowered his eyes.

The long crow-feather eyelashes cast a light shadow.

I thought with some pleasure.

Ex-fiancée, this is a very useful card.

"In terms of pure flame power, it is ten times as powerful as before. If my guess is correct, after it is completely absorbed, the Phoenix True Fire will have an even more astonishing breakthrough." Xiao Lin released a ball of golden-red flame that was noticeably larger.

Qi Wu Yue was slightly satisfied when he saw this, thinking that it was not a wasted trip.

The most urgent task is how to get out smoothly.

Xiao Lin said: "When I left, I saw that there was still a lot of fire energy in the center of the tower. The alchemists consume very little fire energy each time through the alchemy furnace. It should be able to maintain the normal operation of the Xiudan Tower for a period of time, and there will be no abnormalities from the outside."

He paused and continued, "It's just that the spiritual energy is not enough. Without the Red Dust Fire Core, there is no spiritual power to support it. Even if there is a lot of fire energy, it is useless as a decoration."

Once the Xiudan Tower stops operating, it will soon be discovered by the guards.

Qi Wu Yue thought for a moment and said, "That is to say, we need something to provide spiritual power to the center of the tower. Since it is spiritual power, why not use spiritual stones?"

Xiao Lin raised his eyes: "You are willing to do so."

Qi Wu Yue said firmly: "No."

It hurts so much.

"Think of another way. If it really doesn't work... forget it, try to waste as few spirit stones as possible." Qi Wu Yue said with pain.

Xiao Lin suppressed his lip and said, "In fact, if you want to conceal it for a longer period of time, there are ways. The spiritual spring water contains a large amount of spiritual power. Even under the evaporation of extremely high temperature fire, it will only turn into water vapor and mix with it. It will not be reduced for no reason, and it is the most economical way to save spiritual power."

Finally, we decided on this plan.

Xiao Lin drew out half of the spiritual spring water from the mustard seed ring, preparing to inject it into the center of the cold stone tower through the formation set up behind the black lacquered alchemy furnace.

Before he could do anything, Quan Ling started screaming.

Quan Ling felt extremely distressed: "Hey, hey, hey! How long will it take for my soul to recover if you do this? Pump less, less, you won't need that much."

"Wow, you stinky man, you come to cut my body just to please a beauty, have pity on my pure and holy body."

"Oh my Shui Shui, you have such a cruel heart."

Xiao Lin: “…”

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

The spring spirit screamed and howled, making Qi Wuyue's head explode. He immediately gave it a cold look and shouted, "Shut up!"

Quan Ling shrank back, a little afraid of him because his hitting was very painful.

But when he thought of the heavy loss of its spiritual spring water, he felt that he could not give in on this matter, so he said fiercely: "You are not allowed to use so much, or you will compensate me!"

Who did he learn this stingy habit from?

Qi Wu Yue: "Why are you yelling? I'll take you to the Spiritual Power Sea to absorb the spiritual fluid tomorrow."

Quan Ling immediately stopped pretending to cry and said in surprise, "Okay, okay! But, is that place still accessible?"

The last sentence has a tentative tone.

After all, half of the spiritual power sea was drained last time, it would be strange if it is not drained bald again.

Qi Wu Yue said calmly: "If I say I can, I can."

Quan Ling: "Domineering."

So he waved his hand and gave half of the spiritual spring water to Xiao Lin.

The two of them left half of the spiritual spring water in the center of the tower, then took out the points card and left the Xiudan Tower and headed straight for the cultivation tower.

Training tower, spirit gathering room.

Familiar doors and familiar roads.

Before taking action, Qi Wu Yue separated an imperceptible spiritual consciousness as usual to conceal his aura, and then entered the sea of ​​spiritual power through the jade channel to investigate.

The sea formed by the endless pale white spiritual liquid was unusually calm, without a single wave or wind. The terrain was so high that it seemed to be connected to the sky and was very close.

At this moment, a slightly curled dead leaf slowly fell from the sky.

With a bit of casualness and following the wind, it drifted leisurely for who knows how long.

It felt like it was about to fall onto the water, but it kept falling slowly and without stopping.

Endless space.

Qi Wu Yue narrowed his eyes slightly.

What an ingenious restriction! It's to protect against him.

Do you think this can stump him?

After retracting his spiritual consciousness, Qi Wu Yue briefly told Xiao Lin about the situation of the spiritual power sea, then spread out his palm and said, "Lend me some divine fire."

Xiao Lin frowned. The Phoenix True Fire can burn everything, and it is especially loyal to its master.

This is too dangerous.

But he didn't say much, Zhao Zhao should be confident.

Xiao Lin condensed a ball of golden-red flame, wrapped it repeatedly with spiritual power, and then covered it with a layer of mental power.

The white spiritual power wrapped around the golden-red flame, looking like a small sandwich ball.

Qi Wu Yue pinched it, and the deformed fireball looked like it was about to explode.

Xiao Lin felt that he was worried sick, and repeatedly reminded him: "The temperature of the Phoenix True Fire is extremely high, be careful not to get burned by it."

Qi Wu Yue said that he knew and he would use a bit of his spiritual consciousness to carry the small ball with flames into the jade disk.

Halfway through the journey, they turned back and Qi Wu Yue thought about it and decided to take Quan Ling with him as well.

The true form of Quan Ling is in the shape of a water drop.

So the scene in front of Xiao Lin's eyes was a moonlight-like spiritual consciousness carrying a small flame and a small drop of water on the left and right, flying like a meteor with a long tail of light.

When it came to the jade disc, the moonlight-like consciousness turned around to look at him and wagged its tail.

Qi Wu Yue’s consciousness: I’m leaving.

Then he plunged into the formation in the jade wall.

Xiao·Love Brain·Lin: Cute.

He withdrew his gaze and took Qi Wu Yue's body, which remained in the spirit gathering room, into his arms.

His fingertips passed through the smooth satin hair, holding up the head and clasping it against the ventricle.