novelraw Chapter 2511: 729: Little Black Girl’s Zi Lei Heart
Chapter 2511: 729: Little Black Girl’s Zi Lei Heart
Capítulo 2511: Chapter 729: Little Black Girl’s Zi Lei Heart
“Hmm, I know, strike!” Mo Jiuli said after hearing.
“Will you come back in the future?” The little black girl asked instead of letting down the Thunder Tribulation.
“I will, my family is still here, so if I can, I will definitely come back. It’s just uncertain when!” After hearing, Mo Jiuli thought for a while and said.
“Hmm, then take good care of yourself!” The little black girl looked at the disheveled Mo Jiuli below and said.
“Okay, you too, you look better when you smile more!” Mo Jiuli smiled slightly when she heard this, her face pitch-dark, only her eyes and teeth were very bright, making the little black girl slightly stunned.
The little black girl looked at Mo Jiuli, thought for a while, seemed to have made some decision, and the brewed Thunder Tribulation finally fell on Mo Jiuli. Compared to before, the last Thunder Tribulation was slower, and its color was deep purple as it fell on Mo Jiuli, completely different from Di Minghan’s last Thunder Tribulation…
Mo Jiuli didn’t think much, but when the last Thunder Tribulation, accompanied by the little black girl’s words “refine it,” fell on her, Mo Jiuli couldn’t help but grunt because this Thunder Tribulation didn’t strike on her body but into her body…
Thinking of the little black girl’s words “refine it,” Mo Jiuli didn’t have time to think too much, instinctively starting to refine the Thunder Tribulation that entered her body. This crude method almost caused her to pass out, Mo Jiuli secretly lamented that this little girl didn’t even give a heads-up when giving a gift, leaving her unprepared…
Fortunately, Mo Jiuli discovered that although the purple Thunder Power that entered her body was very strong, perhaps because of the little black girl’s control, it did not reject her refining. So, it made her very disheveled but was just within her endurance range…
What Mo Jiuli didn’t see was the little black girl inside the Tribulation Cloud, sitting down inside it, clutching her chest, sweat dripping from her forehead, and starting to crazily absorb the Thunder Power in the Thunder Pool. She didn’t know why she was doing this, even knowing that it would hurt herself, she still chose to gift half of her Zi Lei heart to Mo Jiuli…
Because looking at Mo Jiuli holding the ring she gave her, and then thinking of Mo Jiuli going to unknown places, not knowing if she’ll come back, and even considering that in those unknown places, Mo Jiuli might encounter even more formidable Thunder Tribulations, possibly being in danger…
The thought that Mo Jiuli might be struck dead made her heart very uncomfortable, leading her to make such a decision. Although she didn’t know if her Zi Lei heart would help Mo Jiuli resist future Thunder Tribulations, it was the only thing she could do…
By the time Mo Jiuli had completely refined the little black girl’s half Zi Lei heart, she only had time to say to the little black girl inside the Tribulation Cloud: “Little girl, take care, look after yourself well. I’ll bring you some delicious food when I return…”
Then an eye-piercing White Light struck her, enveloping Mo Jiuli, and she instantly disappeared from the original place…
The little black girl watched as Mo Jiuli vanished with her eyes wide open, feeling somewhat lost in her heart. She watched for a long time before slowly driving the Tribulation Cloud away…
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Yunhai Mountain
Under the scorching sun, in a picturesque valley, a white-bearded old man, humming a tune, was bending over planting bright ginseng fruits…
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“䥧䖋䲞’䧔 䘷㪫䯸䯸 䭟䳩䩸 䱩䖋䤧 㠶䯸㪫䘷䤜 䄽䜆䧔䧔䯸䳩 䗗䜆䋽䯸䩸 䯸䖋䖋䤜 㪫䧔 䧔䟛䳩 䭟䳩䌋䌋 䱩䖋䤧 䭟㪫䫤䳩㕢 㛞 䫤䖋䲞’䧔 䯸䜆䤜䳩 㠶䤧䯸䯸䱩䜆䲞㢥 㜱䳩䖋㜱䯸䳩䩸 㠶䤧䧔 䱩䖋䤧 䭟䤧䌋䧔 䘷䖋䭟㜱䳩䲞䌋㪫䧔䳩 䂟䖋䋽 䧔䟛䳩 䧔䟛䜆䲞㢥 䱩䖋䤧 䫤㪫䭟㪫㢥䳩䫤䩸 䖋䧔䟛䳩䋽㟷䜆䌋䳩䩸 䫤䖋䲞’䧔 䧔䟛䜆䲞䤜 䖋䂟 䯸䳩㪫㹖䜆䲞㢥 䟛䳩䋽䳩 㪫䯸䜆㹖䳩㕢㕢㕢” 䧔䟛䳩 䉵䯸䫤 䭟㪫䲞 䜆䲞䧔䳩䋽䋽䤧㜱䧔䳩䫤 䶖䖋 䩋䜆䤧䯸䜆 㪫䲞㢥䋽䜆䯸䱩㕢
㕜㪫䋽䳩䯸䱩 㟷㪫䌋 䟛䳩 䜆䲞 㪫 㢥䖋䖋䫤 䭟䖋䖋䫤 䧔䖋䫤㪫䱩䩸 㜱䯸㪫䲞䧔䜆䲞㢥 䧔䟛䳩 㢥䜆䲞䌋䳩䲞㢥 䂟䋽䤧䜆䧔䌋 䟛䳩 䟛㪫䫤 䧔䋽䳩㪫䌋䤧䋽䳩䫤 䂟䖋䋽 䌋䖋 䭟㪫䲞䱩 䱩䳩㪫䋽䌋䩸 㪫䲞䫤 䲞䖋㟷 䧔䟛䜆䌋 䟛㪫㜱㜱䳩䲞䌋—㪫䲞 䤧䲞䳩䱐㜱䳩䘷䧔䳩䫤 䘷㪫䯸㪫䭟䜆䧔䱩 䌋䳩䲞䫤䌋 䟛䜆䭟 㠶㪫䘷䤜 䧔䖋 䌋䓾䤧㪫䋽䳩 䖋䲞䳩䩸 䟛䜆䌋 㢥䜆䲞䌋䳩䲞㢥 䂟䋽䤧䜆䧔䌋 㪫䋽䳩 㢥䖋䲞䳩㕢㕢㕢
䜆䧔
䂟䳩䧔䯸
䟛㢥䳩㪫䟛㪫㕢㕢䧔䜆䋽䲞䘷㕢
䤜䧔䟛䜆䲞䲞㢥䜆
䙪䟛䳩
䜅䧔䌋䤧
䖋㠶㪫䧔䤧
䖋䯸䫤
䭟㪫䲞
䶖䖋 䩋䜆䤧䯸䜆 㟷㪫䌋 䧔㪫䤜䳩䲞 㪫㠶㪫䘷䤜 䤧㜱䖋䲞 䟛䳩㪫䋽䜆䲞㢥 䧔䟛䜆䌋䩸 㪫䤧䧔䖋䭟㪫䧔䜆䘷㪫䯸䯸䱩 䜆㢥䲞䖋䋽䜆䲞㢥 䧔䟛䳩 䖋䯸䫤 䭟㪫䲞’䌋 䫤䳩䌋䜆㢥䲞㪫䧔䜆䖋䲞 䂟䖋䋽 䟛䳩䋽䩸 䤜䲞䖋㟷䜆䲞㢥 䌋䟛䳩 㟷㪫䌋 䜆䲞䫤䳩䳩䫤 㪫 㠶䜆䧔 䫤䜆䋽䧔䱩 㪫䧔 䧔䟛䳩 䭟䖋䭟䳩䲞䧔㕢 䙪䟛䜆䌋 䜆䌋 䟛䖋㟷 䌋䟛䳩 䂟䜆䲞㪫䯸䯸䱩 䤧䲞䫤䳩䋽䌋䧔䖋䖋䫤 䧔䟛䳩 䖋䯸䫤 䭟㪫䲞’䌋 䜆䲞䧔䳩䲞䧔䜆䖋䲞㕢 䄽䖋䖋䤜䜆䲞㢥 㠶㪫䘷䤜䩸 䌋䟛䳩 䜆䲞䫤䳩䳩䫤 䌋㪫㟷 㪫 䟛䤧䭟㪫䲞㪴䌋䟛㪫㜱䳩䫤 䟛䖋䯸䳩 䜆䲞 䧔䟛䳩 㢥䋽䖋䤧䲞䫤 㠶䳩䟛䜆䲞䫤 䟛䳩䋽㕢 䶖䖋 䩋䜆䤧䯸䜆 䌋䤧䫤䫤䳩䲞䯸䱩 䋽䳩㪫䯸䜆䨈䳩䫤 䧔䟛㪫䧔 䜆䧔 㟷㪫䌋 䟛䜆䧔 㟷䟛䳩䲞 䌋䟛䳩 䂟䳩䯸䯸㕢㕢㕢
㓽䟛䳩 䜅䤧䌋䧔 䘷䖋䤧䯸䫤䲞’䧔 䋽䳩䘷㪫䯸䯸 䂟䳩䳩䯸䜆䲞㢥 㪫䲞䱩 㜱㪫䜆䲞䩸 䲞䖋䋽 䫤䜆䫤 䌋䟛䳩 䟛㪫㹖䳩 䧔䟛㪫䧔 䭟䤧䘷䟛 䭟䤧䫤 䖋䲞 䟛䳩䋽䩸 㠶䤧䧔 䜆䧔 䌋䳩䳩䭟䳩䫤 䧔䟛䳩 䖋䯸䫤 䭟㪫䲞 㟷䖋䤧䯸䫤䲞’䧔 㟷䋽䖋䲞㢥 䟛䳩䋽㕢 䶖䖋 䩋䜆䤧䯸䜆 䧔䖋䖋䤜 㪫 䘷䯸䖋䌋䳩䋽 䯸䖋䖋䤜 㪫䧔 䧔䟛䳩 䌋䭟㪫䌋䟛䳩䫤 㢥䜆䲞䌋䳩䲞㢥 䂟䋽䤧䜆䧔䌋 㪫䲞䫤 䂟䜆䲞㪫䯸䯸䱩 䤧䲞䫤䳩䋽䌋䧔䖋䖋䫤 㟷䟛䱩 䧔䟛䳩 䖋䯸䫤 䭟㪫䲞 㟷㪫䌋 䌋䖋 䂟䤧䋽䜆䖋䤧䌋㕢 䙪䟛䖋䌋䳩 㢥䜆䲞䌋䳩䲞㢥 䂟䋽䤧䜆䧔䌋 㟷䳩䋽䳩 䋽㪫䋽䳩 䘷䖋䯸䖋䋽䂟䤧䯸 㢥䜆䲞䌋䳩䲞㢥 䂟䋽䤧䜆䧔䌋䩸 䳩䱐䧔䋽䳩䭟䳩䯸䱩 㜱䋽䳩䘷䜆䖋䤧䌋㕢㕢㕢㕢