Martial Monarch Linglong
Editor: Henyee Translations
Lin Qingzhu suddenly opened her eyes and saw the little fellow standing in front of her. She was her junior sister who she had missed every day and had been sleeping for many years.
She was dressed in a clean white dress and held the Linglong Hammer that belonged to her. She was like a god of war from the Nine Heavens with an unstoppable aura.
Lin Qingzhu was shocked. She did not expect that at the moment of her death, Linglong would come to save her.
What surprised her even more was that Linglong, who had been sleeping for several years, had actually reached the terrifying Deva realm.
"Linglong."
The moment she saw Little Linglong, Lin Qingzhu could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. She went up and hugged her tightly.
Little Linglong struggled for a moment and revealed a harmless smile. She giggled and said, "Hehe, Senior Sister, don't worry. With me around, no one can bully you."