"Xueyilan—" she called out and walked slowly.

Lying there without knowing life and death was Xue Yilan, his red clothes were completely stained with blood, and even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of blood scabs, his lips and face were as pale as paper, and he seemed to be so fragile that he would be shattered into powder with a slight pinch.

"Yan Shan, Yan Shan, Xue Yilan, Xue Yilan......" Xue Yimo rushed to him and held his hand: "You wake me up!" Wake up! ”

Her eyes were wide open, fixed on his face.

Except for his soft body, he didn't move or even breathe.

Ning Xuemo, who was outside, watched quietly on the side, and suddenly had a feeling of crying!

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

That person also loved her, but she never felt for him, and she couldn't respond to him emotionally, and Ning Xuemo also deliberately snubbed that person.

Later, during a mission, that person blocked a shot for her in order to protect Ning Xuemo and died in her arms......

Ning Xuemo still remembers that taste, it was a heart-rending pain.

She remembered that she was holding his gradually cold corpse and didn't want to let go, and finally even risked her life to carry his corpse back......

That Xue Yimo's feelings about Xue Yilan seem to be more complicated, she also seems to like Xue Yilan a little, but for some special reason she doesn't dare to like it......

He was the only person she believed in in the Demon Realm, the only person who was so good to her for free, and now that he was suddenly killed, how could Xue Yimo not be sad?

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

She didn't cry, but Ning Xuemo felt a thick and outright sadness, and her heart was so distressed that it was like a blunt knife was slowly cutting there......

"Mo, are you sad?" The ethereal voice of a man and a woman sounded again, still flickering left and right, making people confused about the direction.

Xue Yimo suddenly raised his head, and suddenly fell to his knees: "Lord Demon Ancestor, please save him......"

"Mo, do you like him?" The voice was cold and fiery.

Xue Yimo shook his fingers in his sleeve: "No, Ah Mo doesn't!" ”

"Silly boy, you have also reached the age of marriage, if you really like him, you can marry him......" The voice was seductive.

"Nope! I don't like him, I don't want to marry him! Xueyi Mo's voice suddenly became sharp, as if she was afraid that the Demon Ancestor would really marry her, so she denied it repeatedly.

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

"Lord Demon Ancestor, he is my secret guard, he has followed me for three hundred years, he has always taken good care of me, and his kung fu is also very good. With him by Ah Mo's side, there are a lot of less worries, Ah Mo just wants him to be a good secret guard...... Nothing else. ”

"Ah Mo, you can have a lot of words if you want a secret guard, since he is dead, you can have other better ones."

"But he's the only one who can play the Xuanbo piano!" Xue Yimo retorted and kowtowed again: "Lord Demon Ancestor, please save him, with him by his side, Yimo has saved a lot of worry." He's really a very good guy, please, please......" Her voice sounded calm, but there was a tremor on closer inspection.

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