The hand holding the dark ghost sickle was as pale as snow, without a trace of popularity or death. It was like a work of art carved from cold jade, clean and pure, as if nothing could contaminate it.
However, such a person who is not stained by the fine dust is stepping on the top of a hundred ghosts, surrounded by a hundred ghosts, walking towards the other side step by step.
The calm pace seemed like a lotus blooming in reincarnation at his feet, lifting up the person's long run, revealing a ray of emerald pink.
Yi Li's eyes tightened because he saw the long emerald green hair exposed under the black cloak.
is her
The witch is not dead!
This man saved the witch? !
"who are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Li's pupils shrank, and the person waved a black scythe and pressed it against his throat. Only then did Yi Li realize that his feet were tightly grasped by the evil ghost's white claws.
"Hoo ho ho..."
The evil ghost with split canine teeth gently licked his ankle, as if it could bite it into pieces at any time.
Under the cloak, the young man lifted his head slightly, and a ball of dark fire burned quietly in his eyes.
Black hair, black eyes, raven hair and white lips, and a frosty and ethereal temperament made Yi Li suddenly froze on the spot.
"Is it you?" Soul Fighting Sect... Ling Han? !
No, he is not Ling Han!
This guy has no human spirit!
He... is clearly not a human!
The young man raised his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the deep and emotionless emotions in them.
He hugged Lu Jiuque's hand tightly and let her head rest in his arms. His shoulders were still not broad, but they could firmly protect her from any waves.
So cautiously, as if she were the treasure of his life.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
wrong!
This breath is neither human nor ghost, neither death nor life, neither existence nor destruction...
How is this going
The young man frowned impatiently, the wind rose under his feet, and his hoarse voice echoed.
"She's not someone you can touch."
With one word, murderous intent breaks through the sky.
Severe pain came from Yi Li's abdomen. His eyes widened and he looked down suddenly.
Green thorns emerged from the rotting water, pierced his abdomen, crushed and absorbed the overturned flesh, and raised him high in the thorny night wind, like a victor's waving banner.
How can this be!
The witch's life and death are unknown, so why is this Ara no Vine not affected at all
Could it be...
Isn't the owner of the Aromatic Vine this witch
"Pfft..."
Yi Li's heart and soul trembled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth. His body was withering away inch by inch, but his eyes were locked on the young man.
What shocked him even more than Ara no Vine was this soul that was neither human nor ghost, neither death nor life, neither existence nor destruction.
The moment Yi Li's breath dissipated, the young man hooked the ghost sickle, and a crimson Li Hun was nailed to the top of the sickle. He put away the ghost sickle with his backhand, held the Li Hun in his palm, opened his mouth, and swallowed it down. .
"Crunch—"
The powerful brand was bitten into pieces by him, and the power of the strong man's soul turned into a warm current and flowed into his body.
The young man lowered his eyes, with warmth and reluctance surging in his dim eyes. He stared at the unconscious Lu Jiuque quietly, sighed slightly, leaned over and pinched her chin, causing her to open her mouth slightly, and opened her mouth slightly. Kong fed the Soul-Leaving Qi into her mouth.
"Well… "
This weak whisper fell into the young man's ears, like the sound of nature, and the terrible bloody hole in her body gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man's cold and pale hands gently touched her lips, lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "Jiu'er, you will be fine..."