Emperor Shifang looked at the weak soul body condescendingly, squinted his eyes, and took out an ink-colored spar and threw it in front of the young man.

The majestic power emanated from the soul stone, causing the young man's body to stiffen, and instead of going there to get the soul stone, he asked rhetorically, "Why?" ”

With the domineering of the Emperor Shifang, no one should be allowed to say such things in front of him.

Because in the eyes of Emperor Shifang, Lu Jiuque is his person, and it is his responsibility to protect Lu Jiuque, and he will never allow others to get involved.

And what does such "acquiescence" represent?

Emperor Shifang saw the other party's doubts, closed his eyes, his long silver hair was slightly gray, and beside him, there seemed to be a layer of fog shrouded in it, and he said in a dumb voice: "Ling Han......"

Ling Han.

The young man's eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and his heart was tight and painful.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, how long has it been since his "death" that no one has called him by this name?

This is a name that once made him proud, and once made him miserable......

That's right, this soul that was warmed up by the Prajna Heavenly Scripture and the "soul" that saved Lu Jiuqi at a critical moment was the soul of Ling Han, the young master of the Ling Tian Alliance!

He was born as a natural ghost, a "waste" who could not cultivate.

And after his death, Lu Jiuque warmed the soul for Emperor Shifang for the first time, and absorbed a total of six souls, but in the end, only five souls were devoured by the silver dragon, and the last soul that survived was Ling Han's soul.

Because Ling Han was born with a ghost fetus, his soul was selected and absorbed by the Prajna Heavenly Scripture and slowly cultivated.

The souls that the Prajna Heavenly Scripture and the Silver Dragon fought for were all used as nutrients and supplied to Ling Han.

But this time, in order to save Lu Jiuque, his soul that had just been solidified was also impacted.

"Bendi has an agreement with your father, and this will help you recover from your injuries."

As soon as Ling Hanfu heard this, his whole body tensed, and his eyes were full of complexity.

In the end, Ling Han still stretched out his hand, held the soul stone tightly, and closed his eyes fiercely, for fear that Emperor Shifang would find out the embarrassment in his eyes.

Emperor Shifang looked at Ling Han like this, and said lightly: "Ling Han, remember what you said today, if you betray her one day, this emperor will crush your soul with his own hands, and that broken book will not protect you." ”

Ling Han gritted his teeth, and his body sank into the spring water little by little, turning into an ink-colored lotus, wrapping Lu Jiuque and disappearing.

The living, the dead soul.

Whether he wants to or not, Lu Jiu and his soul are one.

There was a trace of complexity in Emperor Shifang's eyes, and he lowered his eyes and looked at his hand, slowly clenching it, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

"Tsk, Emperor Shifang, why are you getting more and more excessive, I finally found a holy spring for you, you soaked the little girl first, and found a soul stone with a powerful soul, you gave it to this little ghost, you really ruined my mind in vain."

A voice sounded, and the fiery red wind leaned against the rocks, and his long and narrow eyes were full of ridicule.

Emperor Shifang glanced at Lu Jiuque, who was curled up in the spring water with a quiet expression, and dried his clothes without hurry, then raised his eyes and said, "Turbulent wind, put my affairs aside first, and go check Yi Li's identity." ”

"Easy to leave?" Turbulent Wind was stunned for a moment, "You mean that kid from the Zixia Sect invited back?" ”