"I will never return in tens of millions of years. However, in this land of unsympathetic people, the only thing on my mind is you."
Lu Qingye hurriedly woke up from his dream. As expected, he was covered in a cold sweat. It was this dream again.
Since the evil energy of the Xingtian Sword leaked out of the Phantom Demon Pond, lower-level demons in the three realms have been affected by the evil energy, causing trouble in all directions. As the Saint of Qionghua, Lu Qingye spent three years following her father in slaying demons in the blink of an eye. I can't quite remember when this dream started to linger. Perhaps as the battles against the demons became more frequent, it became increasingly clear.
At first, Lu Qingye just thought it was caused by frequent exposure to the evil spirit of the demons, and didn't pay much attention to it. It has been more than a month since Xingtian's evil spirit was suppressed. But this dream seemed to be trying to haunt her, and it became more and more crazy. The monster in this dream was just a shadow, but today, the shape of a six-armed cow's hoof could be clearly seen. Even its eyes, which had obviously been blind for a long time, seemed to be looking at her, and the sound was like a bell.
"You are the only one I care about." Lu Qingye repeated in a low voice unconsciously.