Chapter 77

It's like when love is strong, it becomes thin, sad to the extreme without tears.

Sorrow is no greater than heart death.

Su Qingyao has done 36 days of work for Yunmeng dragon, but why doesn't he wake up? Yunmenglong's consciousness has been awakened. Su Qingyao's Qi guides yunmenglong's Qi to walk around the big acupoints, just like the mother leading the child, and yunmenglong's Qi is the good son. When the thirty-six encounters came down, yunmenglong was relaxed, and all the injured muscles and veins were repaired as before. His internal power has become more profound, but it seems that there are three schools. One is taught by the old beggar, and the other is from an unknown source. Yunmenglong's idea is that he has the talent of heaven. Heaven loves talents, so he gives him a kind of life-long Qi to protect himself. The last one was stolen from Su Qingyao. In fact, it can't be said to be stolen. It's such a small group seduced by Yun Menglong's Qi. They became independent in yunmenglong's stomach like a rage, and no one disagreed with anyone. It is like the tripartite confrontation in the Three Kingdoms period.

Suddenly, the energy of a planet outside the sky ran through the spirit of Yunmeng dragon, instantly submerged his body, and the energy of xuanhuodan was absorbed. Yunmeng dragon suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as electricity, but it was strange that one eye was like a golden eye, and the fire spread, while the other eye was cold and filled with heavy snow.

That amazing light flashed away, like an illusion. Yunmenglong's eyes were fixed on a part of Su Qingyao, and he didn't move. The saliva flow could be comparable to the Feiliu waterfall.

Yunmenglong's expression is absolutely right. It's a fake standard Coyote expression, a bad smile on his face and a dreamy mind.

Su Qingyao seemed to know that yunmenglong was staring at her. Her heart suddenly jumped faster and her face flushed like maple leaves in late autumn. She turned and put on her coat, leaving yunmenglong a holy and glorious back that can not be blasphemed.

In the dreamy hot spring, surrounded by the fairy spirit, Su Qingyao is like a goddess taking a bath. That kind of sacred charm can't be described by thousands of words. When the imperial concubine took a bath, she thought it was far away.

Su Qingyao said, "is Menglong cured, and Qingyao can rest assured?"

Yunmenglong's heart filled with infinite affection and guilt. He said, "why can yunmenglong be so worried about Qingyao?"