Ye Zijin would frown and said in a funny way: "Brother doesn't need to blame himself like this. I'm not a child anymore. I can distinguish between right and wrong. Brother is very good to me, so how can he bear to make me hurt?" , and I carried this disease in my mother’s womb, so my brother doesn’t need to comfort me like this.”
Yan despaired at Ye Zijin's pale little face and bloodless lips due to angina, and felt very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything or say anything. The only thing he could do was to hug Ye Zijin tightly. A little, a little tighter. He was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in front of him.
For Yuan Ye, Ye Zijin's face was indeed a lot rounder, and his face gradually became more colorful. But for Yan Jue, this was not enough. This was far from enough. He wanted Ye Zijin to live peacefully. Go down. Instead of being seriously ill like now, he touched the red mole and his eyes slowly became deeper.
The art of resurrecting the dead is inherently contrary to nature, so how could it be possible without paying any price? He spent hundreds of years to find Ye Zijin's soul, and then carefully cared for it with the best medicinal materials. Resurrection was a forbidden art and a spiritual practice. The biggest taboo of the reader.
He still remembered that when he had fused Ye Zijin's soul with the magic medicine and was preparing to use the technique of resurrecting the dead, suddenly, dark clouds covered the entire sky, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and there were even a few thunders.
Yan Jue knew that that was Tiandao's warning to him. If he made any next move, Tiandao would kill him without hesitation. But he just glanced at it lightly, and then continued to work on the unfinished work in his hand, as if it was just a thunder and rain, no big deal. He did not take the warning of Heaven in his eyes at all.
Heavenly Dao was completely angered. Someone was challenging its bottom line. This undoubtedly made it want to kill. Moreover, Yan Jue was originally a demon. Demons were not tolerated by Heavenly Dao. Naturally, they would not show any mercy. .
Almost all the sky thunders were directed at Yan Jue's fatal point, and the speed was so fast that one could only see its afterimage, but Yan Jue just gently held the small cauldron in his hand and dodged it.
Tiandao couldn't believe that there were people who dared to dodge in the face of its attacks. There were more and more thunders, and the sky seemed to be made of thunders from that day. It was so dense that people felt their bodies numb. Yan Jue's eyes were full of determination, and without any hesitation, he protected the little Ye Zijin in front of him.
"Don't be afraid, my brother will protect you." Yan Jue put Ye Zijin on his heart and assumed a fighting posture. Faced with the will of Heaven to kill everyone, he could be said to have no confidence whatsoever.
On the line between life and death, he only had a trace of consciousness left. He looked at the reduced version of Ye Zijin in his arms and smiled happily. Ye Zijin's soul was finally... finally gathered by him. It was great.
He coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to be broken. He probably didn't have much time now. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't dare to die now. He was afraid that after he died, the leaves would be so soft and pure. With his temper, what should he do if he meets a bad person like him and ruins his life in vain? When he thinks of this, Yan Jue becomes extremely scared.
He made a very impulsive decision. He took out his heart's blood and dripped it on the boy's brow, sealing Ye Zijin's emerald green eyes and his aura.
(End of chapter)