Jiang Xue finally understood what was going on. She said with difficulty, ""Hurry ... Leaving ... Don't mind me ..."
Xia qingchen's expression was filled with pain, but he still managed to open his eyes with great difficulty.
Not only did he not put down his hands, but he hugged them even tighter. He forced a smile on his face, ""It's so good to hear your voice again."
Previously, the last time she heard her voice was when Xia qingchen was reproaching her.
Xia qingchen had always been brooding over that in his heart, afraid that he would never have the chance to say sorry in this life.
Fortunately, the heavens had taken pity on him and he had not missed the opportunity.
Half a cup of tea's time passed, and another half an inch of demonic crystal was consumed.
There was only a thin one-inch magic crystal left on the surface of Jiang xuexin's body. She had also recovered a lot.
