This voice message does not come from a member of the organization.

"Hmm? It's this mark!"

Luo Liang's mind moved and remembered the promise he had left with Dong Mengyao.

At that time, Luo Liang purchased a special communication prop from the exclusive mall of the organization's rulers.

The small seal prop left a tissue mark on Dong Mengyao.

No matter how far apart, as long as the area where the organization penetrates, even if it is a countless world, it can be used to send messages in different dimensions.

However, this emergency communication method has only three chances.

A few months ago, Luo Liang came to communicate with Dong Mengyao and had used it once.

Swish!

He uses the connection of the mark to enter a gray-white vision.

The first thing that entered the field of view was a layer of tulle fabric, which was attached to a pair of snow-white and plump contours. The nearly zero distance of the picture almost made Luo Liang bleeding.

On that day, Luo Liang left a special mark.

Enlarge the vision.

A elegant and beautiful girl in green clothes sat cross-legged in meditation, with her eyes clear and quiet, and her face was flawless, like a fairy fairy of the green lotus without staining out of the mud.

Crossing numerous spaces, Luo Liang's consciousness is connected to Dong Mengyao.

Staring at his fairy-like girlfriend who was so close to him, Luo Liang faintly smelled a ray of elegant fragrance of green lotus.

He sighed inwardly that he is a cultivator, and naturally has the added bonus of temperament. With the body of the Qinglian, Dong Mengyao's temperament is not inferior to Jiang Zhaoxue, and each has its own advantages.

Luo Liang's consciousness touched Dong Mengyao.

"Fairy Mengyao, where do you miss me?"

The joking voice came to my ears, and Dong Mengyao's face, like a jade-like face, couldn't help but blush.

"You... haven't seen each other for so long, you're still so slick."

Dong Mengyao is no longer the simple girl she used to be, she looks angry and doesn't look at her side.

"Is it safe for you to be there? Otherwise, I'll go to the realm of the human race sect in the near future?"

Luo Liang no longer teases and is serious.

Three emergency communications, if nothing is wrong, it is just a simple longing, Dong Mengyao should not use it easily.

"Really? Student Luo, you want to come here?"

Dong Mengyao's clear eyes were flowing and her face was filled with expectations.

"Before, I was practicing here with no worries. Master took good care of me. I just couldn't meet with Luo, and I had concerns..."

She made a serious statement again.

"And recently, Master is in poor health, so it's hard for me to see him."

"Your master is in poor health?"

Luo Liang realized something.

Dong Mengyao's master is the missing thousand-year-old ancestor of the Dong family, whose life span is approaching.

During the last exchange, according to Mr. Dong's speculation, that ancestor could last for a year or two at most.

Now half a year has passed.
Chapter completed!