When Xia Ji saw An Rongrong again, it was on the flying chariot.
The Eldest Princess had come to bring him to accept the enlightenment to enter the eleventh realm.
Xia Ji glanced at her and felt that An Rongrong's expression had softened significantly.
"In a few days, the fire seed will come. Focus on breaking through to the eleventh realm. After you break through, you can go to the human world." An Rongrong's voice was a little cheerful as well. She held the man's arm with both hands.
Xia Ji glanced at her and whispered into her ear, "" You need to adjust yourself. There's something wrong with your state of mind. "
An Rongrong wanted to say that she didn't, but when the words reached her mouth, she suddenly realized that she was indeed acting weird.
Once upon a time, he was still wandering between life and death as the shadow of the Eldest Princess, and he was even fighting with Frost Monarch.
But now?
Fear.
Compromise.
A trade.
Reliance.
