"You don't need to pay attention." Emperor Xuanqing squinted his eyes and said lightly.

Kun's heart tightened slightly, now the imperial concubine is about to participate in the sect competition, as far as he knows, this time the sect competition seems to be secretly killing.

Now that the White Dragon Hall and the Red Flame Hall are at war, it is difficult to keep an eye on the development of the situation, and if something happens, it will be too late to rescue!

Although the current strength of the imperial concubine is okay, it is still too weak in front of the real strong.

What's more, now that the whereabouts of the Chiyan Emperor and the Immortal Emperor are unknown, I don't know if they will suddenly be killed.

"Kun, Bendi knows what you're worried about?" Suddenly, Emperor Xuanqing raised his eyes and looked at the miserable white crescent moon.

The moonlight poured and fell on his face, his silver hair swayed, and his handsome face was unparalleled, so dusty, like a white lotus bequeath.

"It's just that the thing inside the Tower of Babel, Bendi is determined to get."

Well?

Kun was slightly stunned, from this sentence, he felt that in addition to the opportunity to break through the realm of Emperor Zun, there seemed to be something deeper.

"If the Blood Seal is to separate Bendi and that little guy, they have nothing to do with each other." Emperor Xuanqing's eyes flashed with a strange divine light, "Then, the thing in the Tower of Babel is ......"

"Emperor Zun, are you ......" In a hurry, Kun couldn't help but interrupt Emperor Zun, and then realized his gaffe, and hurriedly said: "It's a subordinate who has overstepped." ”

He has mixed feelings right now.

Is this man standing in front of him still the indifferent and domineering White Dragon Emperor of the past?

Since the time he spent with the imperial concubine, he seemed to have become less cold, and his original purpose had become extremely vague.

But......

Emperor, with your current body, how long can you last like this?

……

……

"Master!" Luo Ziyan woke up from her sleep, and hurriedly raised her hand to touch her neck, and found that it was empty, and her heart couldn't help but chuckle.

"Master, where are you?!" She hurriedly turned over and looked around, but there was no trace of the little white dragon.

"You're looking for me?" Just as Luo Ziyan was about to rush out, a cold voice came from behind, and she immediately turned around and saw that she was standing not far from her.

Luo Ziyan's eyes were red, and he didn't think about it, so he pounced directly.

She threw herself into Di Xuanqing's arms and hugged the man tightly, "Woo, master, people dreamed that you left again just now." ”

Di Xuanqing pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to caress Luo Ziyan's head, and said softly, "Am I not here?" ”

"But the dream is so real." Luo Ziyan raised her eyes, her eyes were red, and she was full of tears, I felt pity, which made Di Xuanqing feel distressed.

He gently raised his hand and wiped his tears for Luo Ziyan, "No matter how real the dream is, it's just a dream." What you see, touch, and smell now is the most real. ”

Luo Ziyan's heart also settled on God Xuanqing's deep and gentle eyes, "Yes, now is the most real." ”

"I can see the master, I can touch you, and I can smell the faint smell of you." She threw herself into Di Xuanqing's arms again, and gently rubbed her little face, "Master, people really want to hold you like this for the rest of your life." ”

Di Xuanqing shook his head and let Luo Ziyan rub himself affectionately.

"Master."

"Huh?"

"I'm hungry."

“……”

Di Xuanqing looked at the person in his arms with a stiff face, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

Luo Ziyan's eyes flashed a hint of cunning, and she licked her red lips, "I~want to~eat~~you!" ”