The evil power he tried to suppress made his eyes red, with frightening flames at the end of his eyes.
But Ye Siming still exercised restraint and forbearance.
Suddenly, he bent his long legs and knelt on the futon.
In front of him was the sleeping Gu Nuoer.
And behind her is a huge Buddha statue.
They lowered their heads and looked at the world with compassionate eyes.
The young man closed his eyes slightly and clasped his hands together: "She can't die. You save her. I will bow my head voluntarily."
Gu Nuoer saw all this in the reflection rolled up on the lake.
The little guy's face was already filled with tears.
She turned around and begged: "Grandpa, please let me go back. Brother Siming is already alone in this world. He only has me."
Tiandao was silent for a while and nodded.
"Baby Xiaoyu, you have to remember what I said. You and Ye Siming are both good boys. There are still many dangers in this world. The human heart is sometimes more terrifying than evil spirits."
"You two must rely on each other and support each other without giving up, so that you can achieve the right results together and finally achieve the right path."
Gu Nuoer nodded repeatedly.
Tiandao raised his hand and gently touched her forehead.
The moment the divine power was injected into her, Gu Nuoer instantly turned into a flowing firefly, turning into little flying lights before disappearing.
She went back.
Heaven caressing his beard and looking at the reflection on the lake, Ye Siming piously lowered his always proud eyebrows.
I think back then, when the gods worked together to imprison the demon god Yesiming to enter the Shura realm, the young man stood deep in the flames with a wild and cold expression.
He regarded all gods as his enemies.
But now, he is actually willing to bow his head and beg for mercy for Gu Nuoer.
Tiandao seemed to be feeling something, and sighed: "The word love turns out to be the most powerful magic power in the world."
It can make all fairies abandon everything they have in order to get a glimmer of love.
True love is precious, I would rather lose bravely for her.
…
Ye Siming lowered his dim eyes, bent his knees and leaned against the incense table, holding Gu Nuoer's hand tightly.
At this moment, a violent cough suddenly sounded.
"Ahem..." Gu Nuoer suddenly opened her eyes.
His little face turned red from the cough.
Ye Siming stood up, his eyes bursting with joy of regaining what was lost.
"Gu Nuo'er!"
The little guy sat up and "vomited" on the ground.
She vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
Ye Siming quickly wiped her lips with his sleeve.
He even raised his hand to bring the water offered to gods and Buddhas and fed it to Gu Nuoer.
Gu Nuo'er held the edge of the table and panted for a moment, her pale face once again turned pink and tender.
The watery eyes were bright and clear.
Ye Siming hurriedly asked: "Are you feeling better?"
Gu Nuoer took a few deep breaths to calm down the discomfort.
The little guy raised his eyes and looked at Ye Siming in front of him. His eyes were red and he was a little embarrassed.
But there was joy in his eyes.
Gu Nuoer suddenly threw herself into Ye Siming's arms.
The young man unexpectedly jumped into her arms and fell backwards.
But when he fell to the ground, he still hugged Gu Nuo'er tightly and never hurt her at all.
Gu Nuoer lay on Ye Siming's chest and cried loudly.
"Brother Siming, I thought I would never see you again."
"Wow, I begged Grandpa Tiandao for a long time, and he was finally willing to let me back."
The little guy rubbed his head against his clothes.
"Brother Siming, we never want to be separated again!"
Ye Siming held her hand for a moment, his eyes swelled deeply.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "You also...can't bear to leave me?"