"Senior Brother Lin."

Qian Renxi stepped forward quickly, greeted Lin Zimo, and looked at the most seriously damaged red flower.

The quirky and cute red flowers in the past are now planted in a pot, and the broken branches are still hanging on the main branches. The petals on them are all falling, leaving only a stamen that is about to wither.

Qian Renxi pursed his lips, feeling so depressed that he gently hugged the flower pot.

When the black and white beast saw Qian Renxi appear, it came to her feet with grievance and rubbed it, making a "whimper" whimper.

Zangyou also took the initiative to fly up and drill into her dantian to cultivate and repair the trauma she suffered.

Lin Zimo sighed silently when he saw the sadness that appeared on Qian Renxi.

"Don't worry, it's still saved."

"As long as Xilan can be found, it will recover soon."

Xilan, a living soil that can grow by itself and never reduce consumption, is suitable for the growth and restoration of all plants. It is a rare treasure and is also the source of the world's land.

But this kind of thing is too rare and it is not easy to find it.

"Yeah, I get it."

Qian Renxi silently took the flower pot back into the space, and at the same time took the black and white beast in, letting it take care of the red flowers.

Then she injected all the remaining spiritual liquid into the flower pot, hoping that the red flowers would not feel so uncomfortable.

After doing everything, Qian Renxi had time to look at Lin Zimo: "Senior Brother Lin, have you been waiting here for ten years?"

It has been ten years since the Demon King’s Tomb collapsed.

Lin Zimo had no reason not to leave. Now it seems that he was waiting for her to come out and return the red flowers and the others to her.

"Um."

Lin Zimo smiled slightly when he heard this, facing Qian Renxi's serious eyes, he avoided her eyes with some embarrassment.

"However, I have also meditated and practiced over the years, and my cultivation level has reached the first level."

He didn't want Qian Renxi to feel burdened, so he explained it specifically.

As long as Qian Renxi is fine, he will feel relieved.

"Thanks."

Qian Renxi sincerely thanked him, remembered this love in his heart, and would definitely return it back in the future.

When he met Lin Zimo twice, he helped himself and was indeed a good person.

"Let's leave here first, so I can send a message to Uncle Yan."

Lin Zimo took the lead and turned to the outsider of the Demon King's Tomb, saying as he walked:

"I sent Uncle Yan a few messages, but I haven't received a reply yet."

Qian Renxi frowned slightly when he heard this, and also tried to send a message to Yan Huang, caring about his situation.

When the two left the Demon King's Tomb, Qian Renxi received multiple messages from the other three people in Zhaitian Peak, most of which were some concerns over the past ten years, or about who they had met and what they had experienced recently.

She replied to the three of them next to each other, because there was a stone in her heart because of the Honghua incident.

When she arrived at the Demon King's Tomb, she wanted to find the Butian Stone to restore Zangyou, but she never thought that not only did the Butian Stone not be found, Zangyou and Honghua were severely injured.

Even if her cultivation level has advanced, she cannot feel a little happy in her heart.

The two left the Demon King's Tomb and came to the town closest to the Demon King's Tomb. They ordered some food in the inn and sat down.

"What are Xi Xi's plans next? Do you want to go back to Xuantian Sect? I can give you a ride."

Lin Zimo poured spiritual tea for her and asked out loud.

He looked at Qian Renxi's cold appearance and remembered the two encounters he had with her.

Every time I encounter this girl, I will suffer. Could it be that I am not very lucky?

When he met for the first time, Qian Renxi left an extremely deep impression on him. He was particularly appreciating the way he still resisted tenaciously in the face of high-level monks.

This also made him willing to get along with her.

"No, I'm going to find Xirang."

Qian Renxi didn't want to go back, after all, the sect had nothing to do, so she didn't need to go back.

"But do you know where there is Xilan?"

Lin Zimo understood Qian Renxi's idea, but how could such an innate treasure as Xirang be so easy to find?

"I don't know."

Qian Renxi shook her head. She had never seen Xirang in her past and present life, but had heard of its legend.

However, she could search slowly, and she didn't care if she could repair the red flowers.

If it weren't for saving her, Honghua wouldn't have been seriously injured.

"Then I can only look for it slowly first, and I will pay more attention to it for you."

Lin Zimo took this matter in his heart and planned to use his family connections to help find it after returning to the Lin family.

"Come on, don't think about it anymore. I haven't eaten for so many years, so I should be hungry, right?"

He smiled slightly, as if stars were flashing in his eyes. He picked up spiritual food with public chopsticks and put it in her bowl. His eyes looked like he was looking at his sister, with a little indulgence and pampering.

When Qian Renxi saw the food in the bowl, his stomach really started to "gugu" in cooperation.

She hadn't eaten for so long, and she survived completely by relying on the essence, qi and blood in her body. At this time, she was so hungry when she saw what she had eaten.

She picked up the spiritual food and ate it naturally without hiding her hunger at all.

“Eat more.”

Lin Zimo's smile suddenly became deeper, and he kept picking up food into her bowl until it was piled up into a hill.

Finally, Qian Renxi ate all the spiritual food in the bowl and gently touched his stomach with satisfaction.

She and Lin Zimo stayed in the inn for one night, and continued on the road the next day. They parted ways a few days later and stopped walking together.

...

"That's how it's decided?"

Yan Huang looked at the group of "old people" in front of him and said after pondering.

Here, the top-level monks from the Eastern Region and respected people gathered.

"Yes, we have communicated with the Demon Realm and Demon Realm. As for whether they believe it or not, we can't control it."

Fairy Zen Ji waved the feather fan on her hand, and said with a hint of sorrow between her eyebrows.

Since they learned that Xuanji Realm will suffer, they have been worried and have tried to cultivate their younger generations everywhere.

But the people in the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm don’t really want to pay attention to them, right?

"I have known about the reaction of those old people!"

Another white-bearded old man was so angry that he was stroking his beard, obviously he was angry.

They were running around looking for people, but the group of people were so good that they actually called him sick!

"Forget it, don't pay attention to them, they're just some jumping clowns."

Yan Huang came out to smooth things over and calm everyone's emotions.

"As long as we do our part, we don't become sinners in Xuanji Realm."

"Old words are right, as long as we have a clear conscience."

The Zen Fairy nodded and responded, looking at Yan Huang with her eyes circulating, full of trust.

"Then let's make up that. After you go back, you can choose your juniors and send them to the Crescent Mouth in five years!"

Yan Huang clapped his hands and completely settled the matter.
Chapter completed!