Huge despair enveloped her, almost causing her to collapse completely.
Hug him tightly, so strong that it almost squeezes him into your body...
"Ahem..."
Yue Wushang coughed.[
After all, Qi Luoer is no longer the little girl who used to use three-legged cats.
She is a goddess who turns her hands into clouds and turns her hands into rain.
Being hugged by her with all her strength, Yue Wushang could hardly breathe.
Although his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were frighteningly bright: "Bao'er, you, your memory has recovered?"
Qi Luoer's tears were falling like rain intermittently, and she nodded while choking, but she didn't dare to let go at all, still holding him tightly: "Don't die, you don't want to die..."
She cried like a cornered child.
She still loves herself and her memory is restored!
Although Yue Wushang's face remained calm, the joy in his heart almost exploded.
He lay in her arms, feeling her warm heartbeat, and felt like he was about to become intoxicated...
"Bao'er, you still love me...you don't want me to disappear, do you?"
There was a strange red color on his face, and he looked at her feebly.
Qi Luoer nodded fiercely. The tears showed no sign of stopping, but instead flowed more and more.
She seemed to suddenly remember something, right!
Her blood! Her blood can bring people back to life...
"Yue Wushang, Yue Wushang, just hold on, I will save you right now..."
He opened his hand, and a dagger appeared in his palm, stabbing his other arm fiercely!
Yue Wushang was startled. With a flick of his fingertips, a wisp of strong wind shot out and hit Qi Luoer's dagger.
"Whoosh!"
Qi Luo'er really didn't expect that he would have the strength to take action at this time. He was caught off guard and could no longer hold the dagger in his hand, and fell to the ground by mistake.[