The monster's head rolled to the ground, the darkness of its neck gushing out like ink, and its burly body fell to the ground, reverting to its original form as if deflated.

"Gagu" Demon Yan roared angrily, dropped Su Dandan and ran towards the little monster.

The little monster's head was in a different place, his little head fell into the rot of the dead branches, his round head looked at the demon flame running towards him, his lips moved, and his eyes were filled with endless sadness.

It's a monster, it's born a monster, it's not afraid of the dark, it's not afraid of pain, it's not afraid of life, it's not afraid of death, but now, it's starting to be afraid.

It was afraid that if it died, he would be alone again.

It was afraid of him, alone, too lonely.

Reluctant, reluctant to him, reluctant to its little master, said okay, I want to accompany him to rebuild the demon clan, said okay, I want to accompany him to wait for the bones to come back, said okay, I want to go with him to see the snow on the top of the sealed demon.

"Don't break up, don't die, keep my last breath. Demon Yan picked up its head, turned his hand to retract its body, and looked at the little monster in his arms, his hands trembling visibly.

On the side, Fan Yan was dressed in a dark purple robe, stepping on the stones, his long silver hair rose in the wind, walked in front of the old snake king, looked at the old snake king who was dying with scales all over his body, a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, he squatted down, his palm covered its injured head, and the huge snake body of the old snake king turned into a ray of light and flew into his sleeve.

"Bitter, today's hatred will be repaid a hundred times in the future. Demon Yan hugged the corpse of the little monster tightly, raised his head suddenly, his resentful eyes stared at Fan Yan fiercely, and his figure collapsed into thick ink, flying quickly into the distance, disappearing.

Brought to the demon flame disappeared, the sword in the palm of the hand disappeared, walked towards Su Dandan, saw that her shoulders were soaked red with blood, frowned, and reached out to check: "Why did you hurt like this, didn't you ask you to go back to Jingmuro Mountain?"

Just finished the fight with Demon Yan, she gasped slightly, her cracked ankle couldn't hold back anymore, and her thin body leaned forward and fell into his arms.

She fell into his arms, only to realize that she had many wounds on her body.

Although it has the power to repair itself, how can it not hurt with so many wounds.

He frowned, picked her up, and walked off into the distance.

His arms were warm and firm, and she let out a long breath, looking at the gloomy clouds overhead, and the rain was still falling, falling on him, and on her face, she suddenly laughed, buried her head in his arms, and whispered, "You saved me again." ”

His expression did not move, his eyes glanced down slightly, and he said coldly: "This is not something to be proud of. ”

She laughed softly, buried in his arms, her voice was soft, remembering the past, the first time he saved her, rescued her from the hands of the old Taoist, thinking of the past, she sighed and said: "The grace of saving life cannot be repaid, egg, willing to promise with his body." ”

His cold eyes became gentle, and the corners of his lips hooked up as if he were nothing, and said, "Yes." ”

She put her hands around his neck, her warm cheeks pressed against his, laughed, laughed, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She was so tired that she couldn't expose herself in the battle with Demon Flame, and she couldn't die at his hands, and this kind of fight was exhausting.

It would be great if one day, the demons could also pass through the human race, the same demon race, and the same heavenly realm, and exist in this world without killing or fighting.

It's just that such a day will come

(Markor Literature-)