Nalan Xian's smile froze slightly, and he pinched his hand in his palm and tried harder, but he shook his head regretfully, "No, back then..." She stopped talking, "I was angry and cut it off."

Don't forget each other. Once used, it is a chain connecting the soul. Even if it is discarded, it still exists even if it loses its body.

Unless you use mental thoughts to break the bonding rope, it will consume a lot of mental energy.

Zi Ling was almost desperate, but a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart. She couldn't say what it was, but before he could sort it out carefully, she covered it up with great regret.

"A Ling, you have seen it with your own eyes. Xiaorou was killed by your emperor brother, and even something as important as the Spirit Pearl was destroyed. You said that you felt her breath fluctuations, it was just an illusion that you had caused by your longing to become sick." Her eyes were slightly dark, but she still had a bitter advice, "A Ling, the Spirit Pearl is the heart of the soul. Once it is broken, it will be the end of both the spirit and the body! A Ling, I beg you, okay? I know you value feelings. I feel uncomfortable if Xiaorou dies, but I feel even more heartbroken that you abuse yourself so much. The dead are gone. The living should be stronger. Don't torture yourself in this way again?"

Zi Ling's lips turned whiter.

"What did you say?" The voice was low like the depression that was about to come, and gritted teeth with a little unwillingness to believe.

Nalan Xian was slightly stunned. She was not familiar with the voice, but she subconsciously protected Zi Ling behind her and looked up. The young man looked handsome, but his expression was particularly haggard. Mo Yu's pupils were full of murderous intent and deep disgust.

"Yi Feng?" she asked in disbelief.

The man asked just sneered silently, "What did you say just now, say it again."

His expression was too calm and his eyes were too terrifying, as if the dusk was fading away, gathering the darkness of the whole world. Nalan Xianfeng was inexplicably afraid, but then he remembered that he was Yi Xiaorou's brother. Isn't it a loss to recognize Yi Feng? He was also particularly unwilling to do so. He deliberately straightened his chest to boost his courage, "Why, who do you think you are?"

"Ha..." Yi Feng sneered, and a cluster of blue flames rose up at his fingertips, "What's wrong with Yi Xiaorou? Who did what to her? I advise you to tell me honestly where she is now?"

Nalan Xianqian was particularly dissatisfied with Yi Feng's command and threatening words. He moved his lips and was about to say something, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. His eyes suddenly widened. In the gaze where his pupils gradually contracted, flames were rising and rising from her body.

"Ahhhhh!" Her most proud hair as smooth as a waterfall was now being swallowed by flames, and a tingling sensation suddenly came from her smooth skin. Clusters of red flames jumped on her like a naughty child, surrounding and swallowing her skin.

She jumped up in fear and kept slapping the fire on her body, but only caused innocent and intact skin to be attacked by flames, "Save... help!!"

The hot breath seemed to come from her bones, burning her soul. She rolled on the ground in pain, unable to save herself and could only ask for help.

"Little Gun..." Zi Ling's pale face turned dark. He wanted to go down to save her, but Zi Liushang's ruthlessness and his self-deprecation made him look like he was disabled, and he didn't even have the strength to get up and get out of bed.

"You... let her go!" He gasped vigorously, his speech was almost powerless and pale.

"Do you say it?" Yi Feng closed his eyebrows and was still as calm as before. There was no expression on his handsome face, and he could not even find any threatening emotions.
Chapter completed!