Chapter 390 Xiaojiu Is Definitely Not Dead
Di Beiming dug for a whole night without sleep!
Anfeng looked at his own Zun Shang, who was covered in mud, and sighed in his heart. Zun Shang has serious cleanliness, and even killing people would not splatter a little blood on his body, but now he is almost a clay figurine!
Oh, Miss Jiu, where are you? Doesn't it mean that the scourge lives for thousands of years? How could you just die like this?
Elder Xiao and others also looked sad. They wanted to persuade Emperor Beiming, but they didn't know where to start. Speaking of which, Xiaojiu would die, and it had something to do with them. If it wasn't for saving them, she might not be targeted by Heavenly Dao. !
An Feng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Your Highness, the sound transmission symbol! Try sending the sound transmission symbol to Miss Jiu?"
There was a brighter color in Di Beiming's eyes, and he took out the sound transmission talisman and said tremblingly, "Hei, Xiaojiu, where are you? Answer me quickly!"
Time passed little by little, and the sound transmission symbol was dead silent, without the slightest response.
The hope in Di Beiming's eyes was shattered little by little, and he suddenly roared: "No! She will not die! She will definitely not die!"
Di Beiming continued to frantically dig the soil below with his hands.
Elder Qu and the others looked at Emperor Beiming, who was in a state of madness, and couldn't help but sighed secretly. This emperor's son was very affectionate to Xiao Jiu. Blame him.
Elder Qu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "Young Master Emperor, little nine girls will be fine! We were also confused! Except for some burnt corners of the clothes, we didn't find anything else, we dress according to common sense. They haven't been completely burnt down, and those spiritual tools should leave a trace! Also, that rolling pin is a fairy tool, even if it is struck by lightning, it will not turn into fly ash, at least there should be wreckage!"
Di Beiming was stunned for a moment, his mind was occupied by the panic and despair of losing the black thing. After listening to the words of the elder Qu, he couldn't help but calm down. Yes, the black thing not only has a noodle rolling pin in his hand, but also a heaven and earth cosmic furnace. , especially the ancient artifact Taixu Mirror, how could there be no trace left? Black things must not die! But where has she gone?
At this time, Di Beiming seemed to be rejuvenated by a dry tree bit by bit. The black thing is not dead, and the black thing is definitely not dead!
Di Beiming's eyes burst out with a terrifying light: "Elder Qu is right, Hei, Xiaojiu is definitely not dead, I'll wait for her here, she will definitely come back!"
Everyone waited by the pit for three days and three nights, but there was still no news from Yun Chujiu.
Emperor Beiming asked Elder Qu and others to return to Linghuazong and other news, and sat by the pit every day and said to himself in the deep pit:
"Xiao Jiu, I won't call you a black thing in the future, come back soon!"
"From now on, my things will be yours, I don't care what you want, you want money!"
"Don't you like to draw me? As long as you come back, you can draw as many pictures as you want!"
"As long as you come back, I will sing you a lullaby every day from now on. If you get tired of listening to that song, I will go and learn a few new ones!"
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The dark wind on the side wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, Miss Jiu, our honor is completely subdued by you, you should show up soon, if this continues, our honor must be crazy!
Time passed day by day, nearly a month passed in a blink of an eye, and even fire sage grass had grown in the deep pit, but Yun Chujiu still had no news.
Even though the voice sign urging Emperor Beiming to return to Tianyuan Continent trembled wildly, Emperor Beiming still stubbornly talked to himself by the pit every day, telling his thoughts, guilt, and love to Yun Chujiu, who didn't know where he was. listen!
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