Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 160 The Divine Monarch He Is Noble, Cool, Glamorous And Charming (8)

—is she hurt?
Shenjun, who had no expression on his face, suddenly panicked. He looked around, but he didn't even see the girl's shadow.

Lord Qingluan felt a little subtle in his heart.

For the first time in tens of thousands of years.

He was a little anxious.

He put a trace of spirituality on her body, he had already felt it the moment she was just injured, but he hesitated for a moment, thinking that the little girl will always grow up by herself, if he helps her in everything, he will go to her What should I do in the world, some things have to be faced by myself...

But after a while, Lord Qingluan couldn't bear it anymore.

The consciousness he put on her kept jumping in his mind, it was saying that she was in pain——

Later, Lord Qingluan, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, ran over in the shortest time as if he lost his mind, but...

The little girl was gone.

Lord Qingluan's heart, which hadn't felt anything for thousands of years, started beating slightly. His feeling was a bit strange, but now Lord Qingluan didn't have the time to pay attention to the strange feeling. He just wanted to find him quickly.

"Ah-"

Lord Qingluan lowered his eyes and shouted.

no respond.

There was no reply.

The entire back mountain was empty, there was no voice of the little girl, nor could I feel her breath...

The owner of this sacred mountain can't feel a person's aura. There are only two reasons. One is that she has left here, and the other... is that she is dead.

The little girl had just been rescued by him, and the road was not smooth, how could she leave here in such a short time.

If she hadn't left here...

Then she... is dead?

Lord Qingluan thought of that frail and soft little girl, and suddenly felt a little short of breath.

He didn't believe that she died just like that. She was a little fairy under the protection of God. She was not an ordinary little girl. He wouldn't die so easily.

"Azhi, where are you?" Lord Qingluan closed his eyes and continued to shout.

This time, there was a trace of sadness in the man's clear and cold voice, although it was not obvious, but this is a high-ranking god, it is something he has never seen in tens of thousands of years that he can call a person's name in such a gaffe...

"Uh... Lord Shenjun?" Suddenly, the squirrel on the tree behind him couldn't help showing a human form, "What are you looking for, who is Ah Zhi?"

"Little girl, a little girl in a white skirt, about this tall..." Qingluan Shenjun turned around, although his face was still expressionless, but the fine sweat on his white forehead exposed him, he gestured while Looking at the sleepy squirrel on the tree.

Seeing Lord Qingluan's appearance, Squirrel couldn't help opening his eyes slightly. His dark eyes rolled around, thinking of the little girl who had just left with Lord Baihua, and looked up and down at Lord Qingluan again, clearing his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Shen Jun said that she is a white and soft little girl, and she can't walk very well."

"Yes." Lord Qingluan's eyes tightened, "Where is she?"

"She..." Song Shu paused, tilting his head and asked, "Can Xiaoxian ask Lord Qingluan who that little girl is? Why is God so nervous?"

Lord Qingluan suddenly raised his narrow and dark eyes, and the squirrel on the tree couldn't breathe.

The squirrel quickly laughed and said, "Don't be angry, the god. Seeing that you are so nervous, Xiaoxian is just curious. Don't worry, the little girl is fine. She fell here and got up again and ran down the mountain."

(End of this chapter)