Also entangled by the red thread was the red-gold blood leopard that had grabbed the little golden dragon and was about to swallow it. It was in the same pain, its body twisted and torn, but it couldn't make a single groan.
The next moment, there were two loud bangs, and the red-gold blood leopard exploded, with flesh and blood shattered all over the ground, leaving no trace of its body.
The little golden dragon fell to the ground, its tail moved, its dim eyes glanced at Xi Yue, then its head tilted and it fainted.
Xi Yue could no longer care about anything else at this moment. She pushed away the force that was restraining her, rushed to the little golden dragon in three or two steps and picked it up.
The little golden dragon was covered in blood and wounds, but he could still feel his breathing and meridians.
At least, it was still alive, and although it was seriously injured, it was not beyond treatment.
Xi Yue gently stroked the little golden dragon's head and its scratched horns, looking relieved and gentle.
Then he sent the little golden dragon into the space.
After entering the mirage, Xi Yue found that she had contacted Dandan and the little red bird in the Sumeru space.
However, by connecting with Ziming Youluo's soul, she was sure that the little ones were fine in the space.
Moreover, there was nothing wrong with the space, she could still send things over and take out dead objects, such as the Lishui Sword. But she couldn't hide in the space for refuge, nor could she ask Xiaohong and the others to come out to help.
But at this moment it is possible to send the little golden dragon into the space and let Dandan and the others heal its wounds.
Only after making sure that the little golden dragon was still alive and not seriously injured, just unconscious, did Xi Yue feel relieved.
But only slightly, only slightly.
She slowly turned around and her eyes fell on a place not far away. Sure enough, the figure of a man in red appeared in her eyes.
He was a tall young man, wearing a blood-red robe that flowed down his body. It was such a bright and warm color, but when he wore it, it always gave people a feeling of darkness and destruction.
The man wore a mask on his face, and his long black hair was untied, hanging down like inky silk, which looked so captivating against his exposed hands.
Yes, the man had a pair of perfect hands. Just hanging there quietly, they could attract everyone's attention.
White, slender, and with well-proportioned joints, in modern times, only the most perfect pianists and the best surgeons could have such a perfect pair of hands.
However, this was not the first time Xiyue had seen such a pair of hands.
Although when she saw these hands before, they were smaller and more immature.
Xi Yue took a deep breath, suppressed the bitter feeling that rushed up her throat and the anger, panic, disappointment, unwillingness, and even hatred that were about to drive her crazy, and said calmly: "As the dignified High Priest of the Divine Realm, since you have already revealed yourself, why do you have to hide and conceal yourself?"
Her voice was calm, and her eyes were fixed on the man opposite her without a single wavering expression. Only her slightly trembling, low, hoarse voice betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
The red-dressed man opposite looked at her silently for a while, and finally slowly said the first sentence in front of Xiyue, "Since this is your wish, Xiyue, I will satisfy it."
The man's voice was lazy and elegant, like the strings of a cello being gently vibrated, easily stirring one's heart.
However, Xi Yue felt her heart sinking little by little when she heard this pleasant and funny voice. (To be continued)