"Ji Mingyu, don't scare me!!"
Xi Yue no longer cared about his warning. She exerted force with both hands and broke free from the spiritual power restraints. Her wrists were cut into a bloody mess, but she didn't care about all that. She just rushed towards Ji Mingyu in panic.
The moment Xi Yue supported Ji Mingyu, her whole body trembled, and the powerful spiritual power in her body was instantly frozen.
Her mouth was slightly open, and she could barely breathe, let alone speak or move.
When Ji Mingyu saw her, a deep desire and crazy lust flashed across his eyes. He clasped the girl's slender waist with one hand, and the clothes he put on Xi Yue slowly froze into ice.
How I wanted to hold the girl in my arms, possess her completely, madly plunder and occupy everything she had, make her cry, make her beg, and make her unable to leave me again.
No! You can’t!!
Xi Yue will die like this! How can he watch Xi Yue die? !
Ji Mingyu pushed Xi Yue several meters away with his hand, and she fell to the ground, and he spat out blood again.
Xi Yue's tears flowed down in an instant. Her voice was broken and trembling due to the extreme cold. Her body could not move, but she still shouted desperately, "Ji... Mingyu, Ji Mingyu!! Don't... scare me, you won't die! You won't... die! I will never... never allow you... to die!"
Her body was unable to stand or walk, so she crawled on the ground, struggling to crawl towards Ji Mingyu with her stiff and cold body.
The red in Ji Mingyu's eyes and the girl's tearful figure flashed alternately, and his voice was like a trapped beast: "Don't come over, Xiyue, don't come over, I don't want to hurt you! I would rather die than hurt you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black spiritual power suddenly released from his hand, completely enveloping himself, and disappeared without a trace the next moment.
"Ji Mingyu!!" Xi Yue rushed over desperately, wanting to hug Ji Mingyu, but only touched cold air.
She sat there blankly, with her hands held in the air in a funny posture but not putting them down, as if she had gone mad, or as if her entire soul was frozen.
Tears slid down her eyes and froze on her face, so cold and painful, as if mocking her former self-righteousness.
Where is Ji Mingyu? Where did he go? Will he die
If he really died, what would she do? If she lost this person, how could she live
Why talk about breaking up? Why bother about the distant past? Why bother about those trivial deceptions or exploits
If the Origin of Wood can allow Ji Mingyu to survive, and stop his pain and torture, then what does it matter if he cares about a little deception
Now, as long as she can save Ji Mingyu, she is willing to pay any price, whether it is the origin of wood or her life.
But is it too late? Will the man who was devoured by the power of darkness, the man who was unwilling to hurt him even if he lost his mind, really come back
A broken, sobbing cry overflowed from Xi Yue's throat. Tears rolled down her eyes again and again, turning from boiling hot to freezing like ice, telling of her regret and despair.
She wanted to rush out to find Ji Mingyu, and wanted to offer the Origin of Wood with both hands to save his life, but at this moment she was frozen and could not move at all.
"Xiyue, Xiyue, quickly practice the fourth level of the origin of wood!" The anxious call of the little red bird came to Xiyue's ears again and again. (To be continued)