But what about the demon world? How many lives of monsters are there in the demon world
Did he ignore it
Even a moment's hesitation can shake the morale of the army. What's more, this guy is still thinking carefully. This guy is really stupid! This guy... Qianhua couldn't help but shed tears. This drop was not for Mo Yunye's heartlessness, but for her own hindsight...
In the distance, the Demonic Spirit Bell struck a low, slow sound, solemn but reverberating with compassion. It aroused the hopeless sea and rolled up the waves, rolling up the water curtain like smoke and waterfalls, but it could not separate Qianhua's determined eyes. Staring straight into Nan Liyue's heart-wrenching eyes.
Nan Liyue opened her eyes in panic.
Luo Qianhua smiled sweetly, with relief on her lips.
Looking back, he smiled at Mo Yunye and said casually: "You want a soul, right? Just take it. I don't want this substitute's suffering and sinful face anymore."
If it were just a wisp of soul or a face, Qianhua would be willing to throw it away, but the consequences would be his own narrow escape! This is different from returning the inner elixir. Qianhua needs to bear the risk of dying. If she says she is not afraid, that would be a lie!
He was taken out of an isolated island in the East China Sea by the Sun God, and practiced hard for five hundred years to become a hedgehog elf. Then he embraced the whimsical dreams, met the Lord of Heaven and the Lord of Demons, laughed with the Lord of Ghosts, and cursed with the gods. At least he was considered a fool. After a successful life, now he has to put aside all the joys and sorrows of life, and face death calmly. After all, Qianhua is not an immortal who can defeat all things, and cannot be so great. So when he said these words, even if he is righteous Ling Ran finally looked aggrieved and angry.
However, Qianhua considered it worth it to die alone to save Nan Liyue and its demon world, as well as the proud dignity of the little hedgehog!
Nan Liyue's heart clenched fiercely and she stepped forward, wanting to jump across the hopeless sea.
Fortunately, Feng Xuan pulled her behind her in time: "This is not a bad thing. Do you really want everyone in the demon world to be buried with her? She only has three to five years of life left. The body and soul will be separated sooner or later. You don't have to be persistent."
Nan Liyue hesitated for a moment and turned away, her eyes full of haze and coldness...
On the other side, Mo Yunye helped Luo Qianhua, who was slumped on the ground, and stretched out his cold fingertips to slowly wipe away the tears that were about to dry at the corner of her eyes: "Since you chose this, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The hand holding her shoulder gently cast a spell to heal her broken wound. However, compared to what he was going to do to Qianhua next, Qianhua only felt that this kindness was endlessly ironic because he wanted to leave a more decent life for herself. Corpse, or don’t want him to feel too guilty
So Leng Ran pushed his hand away, raised her eyes and looked directly into his gentle eyes: "No need to be pretentious. I have never seen a person who wants to take a person's life heal someone else's wounds. Why don't you give me the five dollars you gave me?" Take away the century-old spiritual power! In addition, I don’t know how many years it is blended into the quail soup. Calculate it to be a total of six hundred years. Take it all! I don’t care... "
As Qianhua said this, she clasped Mo Yunye's wrist, gathered all her spiritual power, and without hesitation poured the pure vitality of the Immortal that did not belong to her back into his body.
It is not easy to cultivate spiritual power, it is not easy to obtain, but it is not difficult to give back!
Hange said back then: If it's not yours, it won't be yours after all...
First of all, the flower soul that fell into the lotus water when the Flower God was young did not belong to Qianhua, so it must be returned;
The hundreds of years of spiritual power that Mo Yunye injected into his body, which is now incalculable, are not Luo Qianhua's and must be returned;
Mo Yunye's kindness to me in every possible way, his dedication and love, his pampering and affection, are not things that are lost to thousands of flowers, so he must pay them back!
Pay it back well, pay it back thoroughly, and pay it back cleanly!
It just hurts a little when I return it...
Qianhua endured the pain that was caused by the gradual loss of spiritual power in her body, but her eyebrows couldn't help but tremble slightly and frowned. Her arms gradually couldn't support her limp body and she tightened her grip on Mo Yunye's arms.
Mo Yunye allowed her to channel her spiritual power, not because she cared about what she had given to this place for hundreds of years. Although it was hard-won, she did not need thousands of flowers to repay it. However, if she stopped it, I am afraid it would be a huge blow to her now. Maybe she felt that repaying the insult would make her feel happier and let go of the kindness she could not help but feel towards her.
Just when Mo Yunye was about to support her shaky body with his backhand, he suddenly found that Qianhua's back was straight, as if she was leaning on the empty body behind her.
Mo Yunye's expression suddenly changed.
On the other side of the hopeless sea, Feng Xuan suddenly shouted angrily at Nan Liyue, whose pupils were dilated: "You are so injured, and you still use the clone technique to save her? Are you really tired of living, or do you want to get your heart eaten out? "
At that moment, Qianhua felt that her whole body was weak, and she subconsciously leaned back, but unexpectedly, she leaned against a solid and generous cold chest.
The clone had no body temperature, but Qianhua was suddenly infected and burst into tears.
If the demon spirit is not strong enough or is seriously injured, it will be difficult for the clone to maintain its human form. However, Qianhua looked back and gradually realized that the hazy shadow holding her behind the hazy tears was none other than Nan Liyue!
"You..." At that time, Qianhua had already returned all the fairy spirits in her body to Mo Yunye, let go of his hand without any regret, and turned back to look at Nan Liyue, "Why are you here?"
Nan Liyue came over quietly, but after everyone was alerted, he fell into crisis.
"I won't stop you from handing over your soul, but I can't bear the consequences that you might die, so I won't hand it over and come with me." Nan Liyue took her little paw and said the previous sentence affectionately, The latter sentence was very stubborn and stubborn, and he resolutely took Qianhua back, regardless of the approaching generals.
Even if it is just a clone, considering that it is the leader of all demons, it is very powerful, and the heavenly king has not yet issued an order. Although the heavenly generals surrounded them, they still did not dare to wave their weapons and pounce on them desperately, for fear that they would be killed before they could take action. After being beaten to death, Nan Liyue moved forward, and the gods retreated in panic, seeing that they were about to exit the cloud layer where Tianjun was and go to the devil world...
Mo Yunye finally spoke slowly, with a gentle smile and a sinister smile: "Does the Demon Lord want to leave now?"
"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Qianhua turned around and asked angrily. It wasn't that she didn't want to return to the soul at this moment, but if she did, she would have no more chips and Nan Liyue could return to the other side safely.
Mo Yunye ignored Qianhua's resentment and said to Nan Liyue slowly: "The battle between you and me has been delayed for a thousand years. Sooner or later, we will have to fight. Why not take advantage of the fact that everyone is here to have a good fight?"
"Let's fight with you!" Nan Liyue is used to being indifferent, but Qianhua always speaks out when she goes berserk, "Aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you and take advantage of others' danger?"
"Soldiers never tire of deceit. Do you think the Demon Lord understands this?" Mo Yunye assumed that Qianhua was Nan Liyue's mouthpiece and continued to be aggressive. (To be continued)