At the last moment, a figure emerged in the woman's mind, a figure that was not majestic but extremely strong, and it was also a young man she had always had a good impression of, at the moment when she was finally going to die, the obsession in her heart...

Suddenly, a red-fiery figure like the sun swept out directly, devouring the swept red light in an instant, and then the trend continued unabated, turning the blood-red centipede into charcoal in an instant.

It is unimaginable that the fourth-order demon beast was killed in an instant in the hands of Wu Hao, and there was no corpse in the dead.

Is his strength already so strong? Or is this just his anger, the extremely angry killing intent when he sees Xiao Qing'er being injured so far?

Dragons have reverse scales, and they will be angry when they touch them.

And Xiao Qing'er belongs to his most important scale, anyone or anything, if they want to be unfavorable to her, or hurt her, they will have to pay an unparalleled and tragic price.

Because of this, Wu Hao will eventually provoke a real behemoth for her and change the fate of his life......

Turning into an elbow, she saw that the blood centipede was killed in an instant, and the woman exhaled lightly, and her mind relaxed a little.

Suddenly, her mind was confused, her eyes were in a trance, and she vaguely saw the person's face, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, and whispered sadly: "Hallucinations? It's good to see you at the end, so why die. ”

Xiao Qing'er, she definitely doesn't look like a woman who succumbs to fate so easily, what makes her heart like ashes?

What made her give up a glimmer of hope for survival?

Does she already know who she is?

She shouldn't have been in the Genki Sect?

Shouldn't you fall in love with Wu Hao?

She and Wu Hao belong to two worlds?

What is the truth?

She would rather never know, live in such a confused life forever, she really doesn't want to know the truth, just because the truth is too cruel, and the truth is even more sad.

The night is miserable, the cold wind is like a knife, the face hurts, the flowers are miserable and fluttering with the wind, there is no goal, and there is no fixed place.

And at this moment, a brilliant delicate flower that had lost the color of a hundred flowers was about to wither and land, but at the moment when she was about to fall to the ground, the red light came, bringing a strong whirlwind, and disappeared in place.

In the gloomy void, Xiao Qing'er's soul wandered out of the world, only faintly, she felt a pair of unusually warm big hands, stopping her waist and hugging her, avoiding the miserable doom of her landing.

Then, she felt a gentle warm current from her back into her body, constantly warming her injured internal organs, the damaged seven tendons and eight veins, and healing little by little.

Then, she couldn't feel it anymore, and I don't know how long it was, but in the hazy apricot eyes, she had a dream that she had entered the palace of Hades.

Hades judged her to be a generation of famous and famous women of heaven who will go down in history.

Then, after crossing the Nai He Bridge, she saw Meng Po holding a bowl of Meng Po soup, and she asked Xiao Qing'er: "Are you willing to forget all the happy, unhappy, painful, not painful, bland, glorious, and all the past events in the past?" ”

Meng Po showed a kind and kind smile: "Come on, little girl, after drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, you can forget the past, start anew, be a new person, and you will not be painful or embarrassed." ”

She glanced at the compassionate and peaceful Meng Po, and then at the clear and transparent Meng Po soup that could clearly see her own reflection, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, wondering whether she should drink it? Or shouldn't you drink it?

However, just as she didn't know where to go or retreat, a voice like a knock on a soul kept repeating in her head.

"Drink it, forget the pain, and start anew!"

"Drink it, forget the pain, and start anew!"

“……”

“……”

The voice is kind, yet magnetic, irresistible.

Xiao Qing'er's eyes were misty, dull, like a walking corpse, involuntarily picked up Meng Po soup, slowly put it to her mouth, and wanted to drink it.

"Qing'er, don't give in, you have to persevere, there is another person beside you, he needs you, for him, for our future, you must not bend to fate, Qing'er... Qing'er... Wake up..."

Suddenly, a call sounded in her ears, although the voice was soft, as if coming from the unreachable sky, intermittently, as if there was nothing, fleeting, but gentle and lingering, unforgettable.

The sound was like a morning bell and a twilight drum, hammering down on her heart, causing her hand to pause in what she wanted to drink, but in the next second, she heard the call again, and this time she heard it clearly.

Her Huo Ran's face changed sharply, she suddenly came back from her confusion, the color in her eyes suddenly returned, she suddenly threw the Meng Po soup in her hand, and said resolutely: "I don't drink... I don't drink, I don't die......"

This is a naturally formed cave, Wu Hao held Xiao Qing'er, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and found a natural cave nearby, so that he had time to investigate her injuries.

However, under this look, Wu Hao's heart suddenly sank into the bottomless abyss, what a serious injury, so heavy that it almost ran out of oil.

On her left chest, under the jade neck, near the fragrant shoulder, several claw marks were shocking, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

What made Wu Hao tremble even more, his face was ugly, the claws contained highly poisonous, and layers of black mist lingered around the wound, forming an unusually dazzling and stark contrast with the snow-white jade muscle next to him.

Looking at this scene, as well as the convulsions and distortions of Xiao Qing'er's pretty face because of the pain, Wu Hao's heart was like a knife, and he wished that it was himself who was lying down now.

Wu Hao was in a hurry, just as he helped Xiao Qing'er's body up, wanting to send spiritual power to heal her injuries and force poison, he suddenly looked at her back in a daze, and a pair of eyes seemed to bulge out.

Her back was already bloody and unsightly, and it was even more pitch-black, and the blood flowing out at the moment was also black.

"Qing'er, you have to stick to it no matter what, I will always be with you."

In addition to being shocked, Wu Hao's heart twitched deeply, and the heartache caused his hands to tremble slightly.

Caressing those wounds and claw marks, cutting his hands so much, so dazzling, and stinging more deeply, his heart was like ten thousand needles piercing, and the pain was unbearable.

The wood spiritual power in his body was destroyed by his full strength, and through his arms like Changhong's habitual sun, it burst out, and it continued to pour into Xiao Qing'er's delicate body, constantly pregnant and repairing Xiao Qing'er's broken meridians.

But to Wu Hao's surprise, no matter how much spiritual power he destroyed, her injuries showed no signs of improving.

"How... Possible? Her injuries... How could it be..."Wu Hao's words trembled, and his face was even more like dead ashes, without any brilliance.

Her own wood spirit power can't heal her injuries, so wouldn't Xiao Qing'er be... Thinking of this, Wu Hao Huo Ran shook his head desperately: "No... No way..."

"Returning Yang Hand ......" The turquoise spiritual power is like a surging river, bursting the embankment, frantically pouring into Xiao Qing'er's body, desperately exhausting her cultivation, and he will never allow her to die.

Wu Hao regretted it now, regretting why he didn't spare the slightest time to practice two more sets of healing techniques, that kind of combat skills with the assistance of wood spiritual power, even if he was highly poisonous, he could also be forced out under the powerful healing technique.

But now it's too late to say anything, Wu Hao can only rely on his not weak spiritual power to cultivate, resist to the death, even if he is desperately injured, he will take her back from the hands of Hades.