With a hot temperature in one hand, he held Yingmeng's wrist, which was so cold that it was no temperature, and never let go of his hand for a moment.

The force was so strong that it almost even the wrist bones were crushed.

Yingmeng was pulled out of the water and broke through the sky that she could not cross.

The sky she once had now become the vast sea surface under her feet. The rippling waves reflected the starlight, and the lights and shadows around her were actually unattainable stars in the mysterious vast sky.

Yingmeng half-kneeled on the water and was pale and fragile, like a dirty creature struggling in the mud, looking at the figure radiating light in front of her timidly and eagerly.

Her eyes were lost for a moment, and when she looked at her bloody fingertips, her face suddenly turned blue and her cough was heartbreaking.

The light was so gentle, as if the bright moon shone on the deep blue ocean, shaking slightly, rippling and rippling.

In this quiet world, the eyes are facing each other.

Yingmeng half-kneeled on the water, looking at the figure emitting light in front of her, her mind was very confused. She felt inexplicably familiar with the figure, but she couldn't see clearly and could not remember everything.

Her consciousness was already full of holes, and she was fragile without any warning or a disguise. She only remembered that the figure was beautiful, gorgeous and unreal, refined and elegant, charming and dignified, gentle and strong, delicate and grand.

"My young master~ promise me to live." The figure possessed, and her fair white fingers fell gently on Yingmeng's shoulders. The thin and light lips, the snow-white teeth, streaked across Yingmeng's forehead without warning, and contained a drop of sinful blood. Some movements took away the sacred breath, like an angel kissing the lost lamb.

"Who are you?" Ying Meng spit out a hoarse and vague question from her lips and teeth, which almost sounded unreal.

"My young master, I am the other side of you." The figure smiled quietly, with gentle and generous movements, and was cultivated and noble since childhood. It gives people a comfortable atmosphere that is easy to remove defense. This is not something that can be trained in a day or two, nor can it be done by hungry ghosts wearing gods' skins. "Your existence is my reason for my existence.

, And my existence makes your appearance possible. So , you must remember that we are the closest people in this world, just like a twin flower, one blooming on the other side and the other blooming in the clouds."

Yingmeng was a little confused. Her head was dizzy, and the sound of the figure was far away and unreal to her. Her brain was slow to draw fragments of information, but she could not piece it together. She could only think in pieces, and everything was not continuous. She muttered intermittently, probably she didn't know what she was talking about.

The figure waited patiently, like the bright moon, hanging silently in the sky, silently, but you can always see her gentle light when you look up.

Finally, Yingmeng sent out a meaningful word hazy and vaguely. She said: "Salvation..." You are redemption.

The figure shook his head gently, and his slender white fingers gently stroked Yingmeng's cheeks. She seemed to have a gentle bone shape innately. "No one is redemption, and who is depravity is just a force, but the definition is too narrow and prejudice, which divides good and evil. In my heart, , you are the redemption, leading me to come out of the rules and order, all the old and boring haze. It is also the light of the first sight in my life, the warm sunshine that is hard to let go."

Yingmeng: "I'm just a chess piece..."

The figure gently held Yingmeng's hand trying to retract, and his tone was unquestionable. "The world is full of life. Your destiny will always be in your own hands. No one will be someone's pawn unless you voluntarily. If you don't want to, then resist, don't do anything and keep complaining."

Yingmeng's lips squirmed slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was covered by her mouth. The figure told her gently. "You don't want to. Be good, I don't have much time left. If you don't wake up, you will give in, so be good, stop making trouble, okay, open your eyes?"

As he said that, he quietly let go of his hand.

At one time, Yingmeng watched the light flow out from his fingertips.

The sea water under her feet seemed to turn into a whirlpool, constantly pulling her. An irresistible energy caused her to slide all the way, and her consciousness gradually settled.

Yingmeng subconsciously closed her fingertips and frowned slightly. The dispersed and chaotic thinking slowly returned, and the world suddenly felt a sense of substance.

Ying Meng's ears were twisted with water, and her vision was very blurred, as if she was sinking in a quiet space. And she sank uncontrollably in a semi-coma.

She was not right, it was them, it was many, many people... They encountered horror in the dark and swallowed them all, it was not right, it was all of them that merged into one.

Ying Meng bit the tip of her tongue suddenly, rushed out of the water, and spit out a mouthful of blood. I don’t know if it was hers or the dirty blood pool. But is there any difference? If she... comes from that blood pool...

Yingmeng's face turned pale and she coughed several times. After pulling herself out of the bleeding pool, she curled up into the shadow in a little embarrassed manner.

She looked at the environment that was still white and cold as if it was an art museum, but she also knew that those objects with exquisite workmanship and cold and hard edges were composed of countless blood and energy boiling from life.

A dark color slowly brewed in her eyes, and a black dangerous storm faintly set off.

Who is it? Not only is she asking about the enemy she is going to face, but she is also asking about the first ray of bright light after dawn.

She vaguely remembered Han Xi, but after she left the water, her clear memory was a bit like a distant dream, leaving only some fragmented feelings. As the sense of picture in her memory gradually disappeared, she could not believe that Han Xi, a person who had nothing to do with all this, could be involved in this ancient taboo?

Perhaps it is just an illusion brought by the blood pool, or a bizarre fantasy seen by people in a dying state.

"Children of aristocratic families, noble sons, are gentle and noble to visit the world. Today I saw it." Yingmeng's fingertips moved slightly, her eyelashes trembled. After ignoring all the information she didn't want to believe, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the dazzling part of the white light. "Sure enough, the demon can't change the essence even if it is disguised."
Chapter completed!