After a long time, when Ling Yue left with Yifeng's body in his arms, Xi Meng finally came to his senses, but suddenly grabbed the dagger in Qian Luo's hand and rushed towards the red shadow a few feet away.
At that moment, she just wanted him to taste the pain of her skin, but she never thought that when her dagger suddenly stabbed him, he would not dodge, and he would not dodge even the sword energy cast by Gu Huai.
When she stood still in front of him, the dagger was already deeply embedded in his waist, with only the hilt shining with dark red light still exposed.
When I approached him again, I found that the cold fragrance on his body was gradually dissipating, the fiery red robe faded to silver in an instant, and the lifelike purple butterfly at the wide cuffs seemed to be dancing in the wind.
Just when Xi Meng's hand holding the sword dropped in confusion, he flicked his sleeves and pulled her into his arms. Her lowered eyes watched the blood gradually smearing from his silver-white robe.
But he felt no pain at all.
She tried hard to break away from his arms, but instead he held her tighter.
The sound of wind whistling in her ears made her realize that he was taking her quickly.
Master's shouts could be faintly heard behind her. She wanted to look up, but found that except for the blue sky and the surrounding floating clouds, there was no Master around.
He had already secretly made a decision in his heart, even if he died, he would let Senior Brother Mu go.
"Cang Xuan, why not make a deal!"
After a long while, a low voice finally came from above the head, "Oh!"
There was a hint of joy on Xi Meng's face. After all, he was not hopeless. "You can let Brother Mu go immediately. I am willing to be your wife, okay?"
The sound of wind in his ears became weaker and weaker, and the temperature under his feet became higher and higher, but Cang Xuan did not reply for a long time.
Xi Meng was a little impatient and looked up at him, only to see that his narrow eyes were slightly closed and his face was slightly pale. Listening carefully, even his heartbeat and breathing seemed to be inaudible.
An inexplicable fear arose in Xi Meng's heart. She tried to push away his arms around her waist, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a fist-sized wound on his chest that was bleeding continuously.
The white robe had already been dyed red, and even her shoulders and hair were stained with blood.
At this moment, the temperature of the soles of her feet rose sharply. She looked down and saw a huge volcano right under her feet. She looked carefully and saw that it was the same volcano where Mu Zili desperately tried to send her away.
Xi Meng's eyes flashed, "Senior Brother Mu, Meng'er is here to save you."
But at this moment, her waist was empty, and Cang Xuan's hand that was originally around her waist suddenly let go.
Fortunately, the wings behind her shoulders unfolded in time, otherwise with her meager strength, trying to control the wind on the top of the magma would be simply asking for death.
But just when she was rejoicing, Cang Xuan fell into the lava of the volcano like a kite with a broken string.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally leaned over and rushed down, holding his hand just as he was about to fall into the fiery red magma.
"Meng'er, you don't want to die for your husband, right?" Cang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, held her hand tightly with his backhand, and smiled evilly.