Jiao Lang was worried about Long Jiu'er. When he followed, he saw Long Jiu'er like this. His whole body was shaking with anger, and sparks were shooting out of his beautiful eyes.

A white ball of electric light in his hand gathered bigger and bigger, and he was about to hit General Vulcan. His Jiu'er was so weak, how could he give his own blood to Qingcheng? Absolutely not.

"Brother Jiao Lang, please, don't..." Long Jiu'er opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Jiao Lang, biting his pale lips with blood stains.

Jiao Lang's eyes widened angrily: "Why, Jiu'er why?" Jiao Lang closed the electric ball in his hand and stood at the door of the Fire Temple and looked at Long Jiu'er in pain. He didn't understand why she did this.

"Because I love him, brother Jiaolang, I love him, and I love Qingcheng." Long Jiuer's tears slipped from his eyes, and it happened that that drop of tear fell into the deep sea white lotus without any warning, making a faint sound.

With a white halo, Qingcheng's body slowly became no longer transparent, as if he was struggling with something, as if he was unwilling to accept Long Jiuer's blood.

At this time, General Vulcan stopped, with big drops of sweat on his old forehead. He turned around and looked at Jiao Lang with a hint of resentment: "Jiao Lang, you are not an ignorant child." He walked in with some trembling.

Enter the apse of the Fire Temple.

The lights in the Fire Temple were brightly lit. Long Jiu'er and Qingcheng were lying on the same bed. Both of them looked bad. Jiao Lang stepped forward and held Long Jiu'er's hand. There was a hidden pain in the corners of his lips.

"Jiu'er, I'm just too sensible. I've known what I can and can't do since I was a child. I can't say I like you because I'm Jiao. I can't say I like you because I'm just your protector. I can't

I say I like you because I can't even give you a decent palace, but I really like you and I can't see you hurt in the slightest, do you understand?" His tears fell on Long Jiuer's hand.

On the bed, a warm feeling spread throughout Long Jiuer's body, and it was so bitter that it was unbearable.

"Brother Jiao Lang, Jiu'er knows, Jiu'er knows, everyone knows." Long Jiu'er closed his eyes and held Jiao Lang's hand tightly. Jiao Lang's star-like eyes lingered on her body for a long time. Such a beautiful dragon

Jiu'er will never belong to him.

When Qingcheng's body failed to be successfully forged, he would wake up every day when the sun went down. He would be no different from a normal dragon, except that when the sun rose, he would turn into the Deep Water White Lotus and lie on the bed.

Not moving either.

General Vulcan found a place for Long Jiuer and Qingcheng to live on Wangchen Cliff in Buzhou Mountain. The mountain flowers there were blooming and it was like spring all year round. It was very beautiful. Jiao Lang stayed at Wangchen Cliff to protect them to ensure that no one would come.

Disturb them to cast a body for Qingcheng.

General Vulcan would come here every day to cast spells on Long Jiuer and Qingcheng to help Qingcheng become his true form as soon as possible.

That evening, the mountains and plains were covered with orange-red glow. Long Jiuer, dressed in pink clothes, stood on a high hill full of flowers. The wind blew by, bringing with it the faint fragrance of wild flowers.

It was daytime, Qingcheng must still be in the form of Deep Water White Lotus, unable to move at all. She looked back at the sky full of glow, which was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking. She didn't know when Qingcheng would wake up.

"Jiu'er." Someone called her name from the other side of the mountain, as if it came from a dream. She stood on tiptoe and looked into the mountain col...

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