Huo Ling'er's blood was controlled by Nangong Xiang, as long as the blood was there, I am afraid that it would not be able to escape from his palm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ling Xuanluo understands this, but even if it is a false hope, he is not willing to give up.

Huo Ling'er soon couldn't support it, and begged him to help with one thing, he agreed, and Huo Ling'er also nodded slightly: "I beg you, enter the Void Cold Valley, find my true body, and then use the Jiao Qiu Sword in your hand to empty my demon baby blood, and then pierce the heart with a sword and kill me!"

"What did you say?" Ling Xuanluo's arm bent and he almost rolled down.

"You said you'd promise me, you...... Thou shalt not repent of thy words, and thou shalt not be a villain who does not believe in thy word......"

Seeing Ling Xuanluo hesitate, Huo Ling'er was in a hurry, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood, and the pain was unbearable.

Ling Xuanluo stopped talking, stretched his arms with internal force, raised his palm, waited for his palm to turn purple, and gently covered his forehead.

Is this a tacit acquiescence, indicating that he agrees to help with this? Huo Ling'er's condensed expression relaxed, and it seemed that the most important words had been explained, but he had a heavy wish.

At this time, he was a little sober, he kept holding Ling Xuanluo's hand, and suddenly let go, even if he was weak, his eyes widened, his eyes were dull, and he asked this brother who had always made him hate him: "You...... Why are you so eager to save me? I have hurt you, and I have also harmed your favorite Aunt Ximu, your master Zhuyue, and the Demon King, don't you want to watch me die a tragic death?"

Ling Xuanluo looked back at him, his expression calm, so quiet that his heart trembled. Those eyes, he had laughed, were far inferior to his own, as bright and agile as a pair of glass beads. But when did you think back to the many encounters with him, and when did you find meanness, viciousness, greed, or eternal hatred in his eyes?

The eye comes from the heart, the eye is the reflection of the soul, what kind of pure heart does Ling Xuanluo have, at this moment, Huo Ling'er feels it really well. He could no longer be proud of his eyebrows, but prayed silently: "If there is an afterlife, I wish I could have the same eyes as you......"

Ling Xuanluo was willing to answer his question, saying, "If death is the way to eliminate all grievances, the composition of this world is inevitably too simple. What you did didn't come from your nature, so I never put you and Nangong Xiang in the same category. Rather than being enemies with you, I hope we are brothers. You and I are both demon babies, but you are right to complain, my life is actually better than yours. From the day Master Zhuyue carried me up to Jiluo Mountain, there has been no lack of love and care in my life. The people who come and go around me have positive energy and can guide me on the path of righteousness until I have attained the powerful spiritual world I am today. And you, since you left Lingzhu, you have met someone unladylike, and then you have been used by traitors step by step, becoming his pawn, and thus falling into an invisible quagmire, no one can pull you out. Huoling'er, I can't hate you, I'm not qualified to hate you, I can only say I'm sorry for you. This brotherhood, I'll give it to you too late, too late......"

"You ......" Huo Ling'er's eyes no longer saw green light, only a layer of tears covered the black eyes, reflecting Ling Xuanluo's shadow.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart, after getting someone, I am afraid it was the only time, a truly comfortable smile, "It turns out that in this world, I am not alone, and when I die, there will still be someone who cares about me, this person is my younger brother......"

Tears quickly gathered into droplets, pouring out of his eyes, causing him to sobble softly.