Soon, Zi Yiran was injured again by the corpse demon's powerful magic power and fell on the yellow sand not far away. However, the corpse demon had no idea what kind of monster it used to pin Han Mengxiao's body.
Feeling that her body couldn't move, Han Mengxiao's heart sank to the bottom. She knew that Zi Yiran would never abandon her and run away alone at this moment, but she eagerly desired. Zi Yiran was a selfish, greedy and afraid of death.
He will jump away and run away without looking back.
Then he might survive.
He can't die here.
He is a mortal, and if he dies in this state of soullessness, he will be completely wiped out!
"Yiran, I beg you, run, run!" Han Mengxiao shouted at the top of his lungs, the cry was sad and beautiful.
"No, I won't leave, Corpse Demon, please let my sister Mengxiao go, please let my sister Mengxiao go!" Zi Yiran got up from the ground again, staring at the Corpse Demon with red eyes, but she didn't
Dare to pounce again or lean a little further forward.
His sister Mengxiao, the woman he loved most, was in the hands of that monster, and he was afraid that the monster would hurt her.
"I didn't expect that this little mortal would be affectionate, interesting, and very interesting!" The corpse demon used all his strength to throw Han Mengxiao to the yellow sand, and stepped on his feet with only bones left filled with demonic energy.
On Han Mengxiao's shoulder blade.
There were a few "clicks", which was the sound of brittle bones.
The heartbreaking pain instantly spread throughout Han Mengxiao's body, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make even a small sound.
No, she couldn't let Yiran feel her pain. She raised her head in the yellow sand, looked at Zi Yiran, and spoke as clearly as possible: "Yiran...it's okay...I...am...am a god...you...hurry up...
…Run!”
The strength on her shoulders continued to increase, and her body finally trembled uncontrollably as she endured it. Sweat quickly soaked her clothes.
"Actually, I've already eaten a monster beast, and I'm not particularly hungry. How about... let's make a deal?" The Corpse Demon suddenly spoke, looking at Zi Yiran, and said this.
"What deal?" Although Zi Yiran was a little surprised that this monster knew about the deal, he asked without thinking too much.
"Don't... Yiran... don't listen to him... don't..." Han Mengxiao understood that the corpse demon would definitely not let them go. What he said now was just like a cat treating a mouse. He wanted to play with it first.
, if you get tired of playing, you will eventually eat the mouse.
Transactions are made based on a certain degree of credit, but as far as monsters are concerned, there is no credit!
"Little fairy, it seems you can't help me!" The corpse demon squatted down, grabbed Han Mengxiao's hair with cold bones, pulled her up, turned to Zi Yiran, and said: "I want to try, are you a mortal?
It's really so kind and righteous! If you can stab yourself, drain the blood from your body, and die for her, then I will let this little fairy go, how about that?"
The corpse demon transformed into a dagger about nine inches long and threw it at Zi Yiran. His cold voice had a cruel smile: "This dagger can be imbued with demonic energy. If you stab it, the wound will remain forever."
Bleeding, she's dead! You have to think carefully, if you don't want to save her, you can run away, I will never chase her."
"Run, Yiran...run...don't...leave me alone...run!" Sure enough, the corpse demon asked Yiran such a cruel multiple-choice question.