"Xueyilan--" she called out and walked over slowly.?

The one who lay there was not knowing life or death was Xue Yilan. His red clothes were completely stained with blood, and even a layer of blood scab on his eyelashes. His lips and face were pale as paper, so fragile that he seemed to break into powder with a slight pinch.

"Lanshan, Lanshan, Xue Yilan, Xue Yilan..." Xue Yimo rushed to him and held his hand tightly: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Her eyes were wide open and she stared at his face.

Except for his soft body, he had no movement and didn't even breathe.

Ning Xuemo, who was outside, looked quietly from the side, suddenly felt like she was about to cry!

She also lost her closest companion, who was her partner, and I don’t know how many times she had lived and died together.

That person also loved her, but he never felt anything about him and could not respond to him emotionally. Ning Xuemo had also deliberately neglected that person.

Later, in a mission, the man blocked a shot for her in order to protect Ning Xuemo and died in her arms...

Ning Xuemo still remembers the taste, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

She remembered that she was holding his gradually cold body and never wanted to let go. In the end, she even risked her life to carry his body back to death...

Xue Yimo's feelings for Xue Yilan seemed to be a little more complicated. She seemed to like Xue Yilan a little, but because of some special reasons, she dared not like it...

He was the only person she believed in in the Demon World, the only person who treats her so well for free. Now that he suddenly died, how could Xueyimo not be sad?

Xue Yimo held Xue Yilan's hand tightly, called him over and over again, and used cleaning techniques to sort out the blood stains on his body for him.

She didn't cry, but Ning Xuemo felt a deep bone-bone sadness, and felt as if there was a blunt knife slowly cutting it...

"Amo, are you sad?" The misty voices of men and women rang again, still left and right, making people unable to understand the direction.

Xue Yimo suddenly looked up and suddenly knelt down: "Master Demon Ancestor, please save him..."

"Amo, do you like him?" The voice seemed cold and hot.

Xue Yimo held his finger in his sleeve: "No, Amo hasn't!"

"Silly child, you are at the age of getting married. If you really like him, you can marry him..." The voice was tempted.

"No! I don't like him, I don't want to marry him!" Xue Yimo's voice suddenly became sharp, fearing that the Demon Ancestor would really marry her, and repeatedly denied it.

"Since you don't like him, why are you so sad now?"

"Master Demon Ancestor, he is my secret guard. He has been following me for three hundred years. He has always taken good care of me and his kung fu is also very good. A Mo has him around him and has fewer troubles. A Mo just wants him to be a secret guard... There is no other meaning."

"Amo, if you want a secret guard, you can have a lot of things. Since he is dead, you can have other better ones."

"He is the only one who can play Xuan Boqin!" Xue Yimo retorted and kowtowed again: "Master Demon Ancestor, please save him. With him by your side, Yimo has relieved a lot of worries. He is really a very good talent. Please, please..." Her voice sounded calm, but when she heard it carefully, she felt a little trembling.
Chapter completed!