Bai Long was a little surprised and looked at him and said, "Well, thank you for your support! I set up a barrier, so no one can see this place. The Qinglong has been led away by me, so you don't have to worry! It seems that we are indeed destined to be destined, and you always feel a little familiar but indescribable emotions. Perhaps this can be called fate." Han Yiming was surprised for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was always close to Xiaoguai in the past, and it was hard to say that it was inadvertently contaminated with its breath. Because of Xiaoguai's breath, Bai Long couldn't help but see him familiar.

They were not in a hurry to leave, but Han Yiming became worried. Looking around, there were still shadows of trees. There seemed to be no one outside the woods. Not only did he not have his own fellow disciples, nor did he come to chase Bailong. But he was still a little worried and looked out and said, "You go quickly, the farther you go, the better, don't be seen again!" Bai Long smiled slightly, "You let me go?" Han Yiming said anxiously, "You are not their opponents outside. If you are caught by them, but..." He didn't dare to continue to say the following words.

Bai Long suddenly frowned, looked at him, and said, "What's wrong with your chest?" Han Yiming was stunned. Bai Long stretched out his hand. He was outstanding in appearance and beautiful in his expression. Even his fingers were slender and perfect, and he gently pointed a little in the air. Han Yiming felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made his eyes dark. He let out a "ah" and fell to the ground. This time, his heartache came out of his heart, and in a moment he swept through his whole body. The pain surged like a tide, and his heart gushed toward his whole body.

The pain made him curled up, holding his chest tightly with his hands, even his legs curled up, and rolling on the ground. After a while, the pain gradually faded away. The pain seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After the pain, he was covered in sweat and his whole body was weak, and he couldn't even move. Bailong said, "How did you make people hurt like this?" Han Yiming struggled to stand up and said, "It's a question of Limaha." Bailong frowned: "What's the question of Limaha?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, not knowing where to start, but he didn't know, it's okay to not say it.

Bai Long glanced at him and said, "This is our second meeting, so I hope you don't say it." Han Yiming shook his head and said, "I will never say it!" Bai Long smiled slightly, "I know you won't say it, but I still want you to make a golden promise. Okay, if you don't say it, you will have already helped us couple. I'll give you something as a thank you!" He stretched out his hand, picked up two fingers, and handed something to Han Yiming.

Han Yiming covered his chest with one hand and looked at his hand. It was a white jade piece that looked like ice and jade, about an inch in size, with a slight white light. At this time, the day had already set in the west, and the darkness in the woods was getting dark. This small jade piece emitted a bright white light, which was very beautiful. When he looked closely, he looked like jade but not jade. If he could tell carefully, he could not tell what it was. The white dragon clamped the thing with two fingers, and waved his other finger gently. Han Yiming felt the cool breeze blowing through his chest. He looked down and opened his eyes wide in shock.

His clothes were covered with open collars, and the skin on his heart was no longer similar to the skin elsewhere, and had turned into blue-gray. Moreover, the blue-gray skin was covered with dry cracks, and cracks like spider webs spread from the center to the surroundings. The more he went out, the thinner the lines were. The skin was about one foot long and wide, covering his heart. Han Yiming looked at it carefully at this time and couldn't help but be shocked.

On that day, Jie Lima's claws were inserted into his heart and stopped by the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror. However, when the Taoist Pingbo was blowing with the strong wind, he was also in pain. Although it did not turn into dust, he knew that it was injured by Jie Lima. After that, he had no time to take care of the injuries, and perhaps he was afraid to take it into consideration, and he did not dare to take it into consideration, and he had never even met his fellow disciples. At this time, Bailong pointed and the heart-wrenching pain caught him off guard. Bailong glanced at him, shook his head and said, "What is Jie Lima? Why have I never heard of it?"

Han Yiming suddenly said that each of his masters had a sky, and there were gods from all directions, and they did not cross the boundaries of each other. Therefore, Bailong did not know what Limaha was, and it was normal. He said: "One of the other world..." The two words "demon" were stuck in his throat, and he really couldn't bear to use these two words to talk about Moro. After listening to the three legends mentioned by the masters of the second masters, he also saw Moro with his own eyes at the foot of the Great Free Heaven, and from then on he was trampled by the Great Free Heaven, suffering from ice and fire, and washing away his sins. Therefore, he was no longer considered a demon.

Bailong didn't care where he was. He just nodded, looked at the scars on his chest, shook his head, and clamped the small white jade piece with his fingers and gently picked it up. His fingers seemed invincible. With a gentle pick, the small circle piece doubled. Han Yiming's eyes widened and watched the small jade piece change from two inches square to half the size of his fingertips. He was originally like ice and jade, but after it became bigger, it was a little translucent, but still shining.

He stared at the white dragon blankly, and the white dragon said lightly: "I may never have the opportunity to be a dragon, so I don't know how to cure your injury. But if I was a dragon, I wouldn't take these things seriously!" As soon as he said, Han Yiming immediately had a good body, and the other white dragon was the real white dragon, who was indifferent to his life as light as grass. It was really called "it", as cold as ice, looking down on everything, and he was just one of all things. This white dragon without a dragon really touched Han Yiming, high above, but with the world in his heart, the white dragon was closer to the spiritual thing in his heart.

Bailong flicked his finger, and the jade piece flew to Han Yiming's chest and sank into his skin, covering the blue-gray patch. The jade piece was not big, but when it touched his skin, it merged with his skin. Han Yiming felt a cool chest, but it was not the coolness that was cool to the bone marrow, but the coolness, and it was very comfortable. The scales merged with his skin, and silver lights spread around him, like a thin stream, winding out, and in a moment, it covered the crisscrossing cracks. Bailong said: "Your wound is very powerful in the fire poison, and I don't know how to help you. In the long run, it will definitely be bad for you. I will give you a scale, which can at least stop the wind and rain. It's hard to say that it can cure this wound over time!"
Chapter completed!