Zhang Ziling stood beside Lan Mu, looking at Lan Mu's sad look, and couldn't help but feel ache in his heart and called softly.

"Zi Ling..." Lan Mu rushed into Zhang Ziling's arms, his eyes turned red, and tears instantly wet Zhang Ziling's clothes.

Feeling Lan Mu's trembling body, Zhang Ziling sighed lightly, without saying anything comforting, but just hugged Lan Mu gently.

Everything in Shushan had nothing to do with Zhang Ziling and Lan Mu at this moment.

Countless monks dared not even approach the ring, nor did they dare to look at Zhang Ziling more, and could only do their own final work.

They didn't know what was born in the ring, nor did they dare to know.

Xu Qianrou stood not far away, just looking at Zhang Ziling and Lan Mu silently, with complex eyes.

She didn't expect that Lan Wangji would commit suicide, and she also concealed the fact that Lan Mu's mother died.

It was obvious that all of this was the fault of the five great immortals, but in the end it was Lan Wangji who suffered the pain.

Suddenly, Xu Qianrou felt that she was not worthy of being the head of Shushan.

There is no face to face Lan Mu.

I really didn't know what to say, Xu Qianrou turned around and left, and she also needed to calm down.

The strong men trapped by Qionghua in Shushan also rushed back from the Qionghua Sect. The overall situation in Shushan quickly stabilized with the assistance of the strong men, and the broken spiritual peaks were also slowly recovered under the treasures sacrificed by Shushan monks.

Everything in Shushan seems to be becoming the same as before.

But there are always some differences.

The demon lock tower is empty, and there are no more creatures, and the broken hole... I'm afraid it's not good to repair it in a year or two.

The Demon Locking Tower is no better than anything else. It is a spiritual object passed down from ancient times. If Shushan wants to restore it, it may have to pay an unbearable price.

Therefore, the monks in Shushan simply put the Demon Locking Tower aside and talk about it later.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lan Mu stopped crying, but his eyes were still red and swollen and his mood was depressed.

Seeing that Lan Mu had regained his peace, Zhang Ziling let go of Lan Mu, sealed Lan Wangji with his spiritual power, and received his ring.

"Zi Ling..." Lan Mu looked at Zhang Ziling weakly, with a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

She didn't understand why Zhang Ziling put away her father's body.

"Silly girl..." Zhang Ziling rubbed Lan Mu's head, "I can't bear to see you so sad."

Zhang Ziling chuckled and said gently: "I want to go to the underworld. If your father wants to do so, I will help him return the sun. If he doesn't want to... he will also forget your father's wish, and you don't have to be sad."

When Lan Mu heard Zhang Ziling's words, he shook his body and then his eyes wet again.

"Stop crying," Zhang Ziling smiled, "The eyes are swollen from crying, it's not good."

"You have to care!" Lan Mu clenched his pink fist and thrust it at Zhang Ziling's chest, with tears still on his face, but it seemed that he was not as sad as before.

Zhang Ziling grabbed Lan Mu's fist, hugged her into her arms, and whispered in her ear, "Mu'er, you have to believe... Even if everyone in the world leaves you, I will still be by your side."

Lan Mu calmed down and buried his head quietly in Zhang Ziling's chest.

"Um."

"I trust you."

The wind blew, and the gravel rolled on the ring. The scene of Zhang Ziling and Lan Mu embracing each other seemed to be like words that were integrated into the world, and Lan Mu's long danced with the wind.

There, it seems to be the most beautiful painting in the world.

A monk who was good at painting accidentally caught a glimpse of this picture, as if he had realized something. Regardless of the surrounding situation, he took out the canvas spirit pen and wanted to draw the moment.

The monk didn't know... it was the painting he drew in the ruins of the Nine Emperors and Fairy Lan Mu... which made him the most famous painter in the Chinese cultivation world in the future. Countless monks spent a lot of resources to compete for this painting, and major forces rushed to collect it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lan Mu gradually came out of his grief. With Zhang Ziling’s company, it made her more easily accept reality.

"Zi Ling, thank you." Lan Mu stepped back slightly and whispered after seeing Zhang Ziling's face clearly.

Seeing Lan Mu walk out, Zhang Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

He was afraid that Lan Mu would not be able to get out.

Suddenly, Lan Mu stood on tiptoe and his pink lips were printed on Zhang Ziling's lips.

After a moment, Lan Mu blushed and retreated, regardless of how Zhang Ziling reacted, he quickly fled.

"Zi, Ziling, I, I'll go see Master first!"

Looking at Lan Mu's back as he ran away in a hurry, Zhang Ziling gently touched his lips, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, "Silly girl."

"Nine Emperors, can you please visit my Dragon Division?"

It seemed that after waiting for a long time, Qinglong immediately came to Zhang Ziling after Lan Mu left and asked.

Qinglong's face was still pale, his lips were not bloody at all, and his breath was listless.

Izanami just hangs his life and does not intend to completely cure Qinglong's injury. However, with the current state of Qinglong, with the foundation of the Dragon Division, it is not difficult for Qinglong to completely recover.

So Qinglong did not seek treatment as soon as possible, but directly found Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling looked at Qinglong and asked lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"..." When Qinglong heard Zhang Ziling's words, he was slightly stunned. He said that he did not expect Zhang Ziling to be so dull, but Qinglongtou didn't care, and said with a smile: "Thank you for saving my life this time. If it weren't for that... If the heroine hanged my life at the critical moment, I'm afraid I'll have already returned to the west now."

Qinglong paused, but he really didn't think of how to call Izanami appropriately.

In his eyes, Izhanamei was just one of the members of the Nine Emperors. Her medical skills were even more daring. Even when his chest was pierced and his lungs were penetrated, he repaired his organs and saved his life.

With such powerful abilities, Qinglong naturally wanted to get to know him.

And it is precisely because of the ability shown by Izanami that Qinglong became even more afraid of the Nine Emperors.

Nowadays, every member of the Nine Emperors has suffocating power, which makes Qinglong slightly worried.

After all, the Nine Emperors were hiding in the dark, and their Dragon Tribe didn't even know how many members the Nine Emperors had, and how many powerful people like Zhang Ziling and Izanami. As the guardian force of China, Qinglong naturally wanted to know more about the Nine Emperors.

So, Qinglong came over and invited Zhang Ziling.

On the one hand, I want to make friends with the Nine Emperors, and on the other hand, I want to understand the approximate strength of the Nine Emperors.

Looking at Qinglong, Zhang Ziling chuckled, then slowly said, "You are very good, I'll give you a greeting to Mr. Wei for me, and the same girl Yiyun."

"Nine Emperors?" Qinglong was stunned. Was he rejected his invitation?

"I'm not available now, you can go back."

Before Qinglong could react, Zhang Ziling directly gave Qinglong's da     an. Then Zhang Ziling turned into black light and left, no longer giving Qinglong a chance to say something.

Looking at the empty front, Qinglong finally came to his senses, shook his head and smiled, and turned into a green light and left.
Chapter completed!