The dark clouds disappeared in an instant.
The sun's rays reflected the earth, and everything around looked so bright and bright, people would think that everything just now was an illusion.
Bai Zhi immediately rushed towards the altar.
The altar has been restored by Yange.
The dragon-shaped Yange shrunk to about two meters, lying on the altar scorched all over.
He couldn't feel her breath.
This cognition made his flustered mind go blank.
"Xiao Bai." Bai Zhi held her in his arms, trying to use his aura to circulate on her body.
The demon king at the side waved his hand away, and rushed into Yange's body with his aura.
Only then did he realize that she was a demon and he was a human being, and his aura could only hasten her death.
He didn't have time to thank the demon king, so he just hugged her tightly.
"Xiaobai." His voice trembled.
At such a time, he couldn't save her. This kind of powerlessness and despair filled his heart, making him feel like a black hole opened up in his heart at this moment, and the cold wind howled with endless panic: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai... "
Perhaps because of his call, Yan Ge's eyelids moved, and under his nervous expectation, he slowly opened his eyes.
Also in the next moment, she transformed into a young girl.
She looked up and smiled at him.
"The altar has been mended."
She looked at him and murmured, "Are you happy?"
happy
happy
Her eyes were so bright, she looked at him expectantly.
It's like a beast that invites pets, waiting for the owner to praise it.
His tears burst instantly.
But in the next moment he endured it back.
His throat rolled, and under her expectant eyes, he smiled slowly: "Happy."
He repeated, saying loudly: "Happy."
Under her gaze, he smiled even brighter.
She also grinned and laughed.
"as long as you are happy."
Her words made him burst into tears again.
He wants to say that he is not that demon, he wants to say that he is not happy at all.
He would rather the altar not be repaired than he would have nothing to do with her.
But he couldn't say a word, he looked at her, smiled, smiled...
He finally couldn't help it, choked up and asked her, "Why?"
Because he is a demon, or because he once guarded her as an egg.
No matter what the reason was, she shouldn't have poured out her heart and soul to him like this, after all, neither the demon nor he was as good as she thought.
"Because it's you." She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his head, but her hand fell down in mid-air.
He quickly reached out, lowered his head and grabbed her hand and placed it on his head.
Seeing her pampering smile, he felt even more embarrassed, finally couldn't help it, stared at her and said, "That's a demon, it's not me at all, it's not me, he has completely disappeared. have no idea."
She still smiled and looked at him with a smile.
He used to think that her smile was brilliant, and that her smile was dazzling, but he never felt that this smile was so scorching and dazzling that he even wanted to commit suicide under her smile for a moment.
He murmured, saying over and over again: "I am not him, I am not him."
If he had explained it clearly to her a long time ago, maybe she wouldn't have treated him so well, maybe she wouldn't have been like this.
"It's silly," she said. "Don't be unhappy. I want you to be happy. Always be happy."
You f*ck live happily and well, don't f***ing black again!
She said: "If you like an apprentice, go after it boldly. Life is short."
Before he could speak, a mouthful of blood was suddenly sprayed out by her, spraying him all over his face, the hot blood splashed on his face turned cold in an instant.
In the next moment, she turned into a coke-like dragon again.
She didn't have the strength to speak anymore, and she didn't have the strength to open her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her claws were tightly grasping his hand.
She gripped his hand tightly and moved towards her belly.
She was crawling, her whole body was as black as charcoal, only her abdomen was intact.
She raised her head with difficulty, and murmured in his ear: "Cut!"
(end of this chapter)