When Huan Yue came to his senses, the sky was still dark, and he was startled by the smell of blood in his mouth, in the past, on the fifteenth day of each month, he could restrain his demonic nature, even if he couldn't restrain it, it was impossible for him to suck enough blood to wake up in one night, where did so much blood come from?

Eyes swept around, a ruin.

How so?

Mu Xuehu, where is the little girl?

Suddenly, memories poured into her mind like a tide, Mu Xuehu's fear, her incomprehension, her despair, her blood...... Blood?

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Yu Yue looked at the person under him in disbelief, who was in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and whose face was as pale as a dead man, was actually his girl?

It was the little girl who wanted to point out until she watched her become the demon king, her breathing was weak, her eyes were slightly open, and her dilated pupils only longed for death.

An indescribable fear rose from her heart, and she hurriedly picked up Mu Xuehu, the two clear blood holes on her neck were still bleeding, and she only regretted that she thought she could suppress her demonic nature, she was too arrogant!

Looking at the tattered 'home' around him because of himself, Yu Yue only felt very remorseful, and now he was only worried about Mu Xuehu's opinion of him.

At dawn the next day, Huan Yue unceremoniously threw the two VIPs wrapped in a bunk directly outside the door, making it clear that they were not welcome, and the grandchildren and grandchildren of Luo Sede had to go home obediently, and they were the hosts when they slept.

After driving away the two with a stinky face, Huan Yue returned to the room, looking at the dazzling white bandage on Mu Xuehu's neck stained with blood, Huan Yue just wanted to slap himself directly, since the loss of his relatives, Mu Xuehu is still the only one, and may be the last person in the world who does not treat him as a demon king, but treats him as a friend, a dead friend, and an ordinary person.

However, he concealed the fact that he would go on a demonic rampage on the fifteenth, although he was only afraid that she would stay away from him after he found out, but now the situation is worse than keeping her away from herself.

She...... Will you forgive yourself?

Seeing that Mu Xuehu's breathing became weaker and weaker, and her slightly open eyes began to close, Huan Yue couldn't bear such silence, hugged Mu Xuehu in panic, and kept roaring: "Wake up!" I'm sorry! I shouldn't have hidden! ”

"You've woken up, so I'm willing to do anything!"

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Don't die ......"

Looking at Mu Xuehu, whose breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, Huan Yue only felt that the vision in front of her was a little swaying.

"You're dead, what about Phantom Moon?"

Hearing the word Phantom Moon, Mu Xuehu was stunned, trying to open his eyes and breathe air, and Yu Yue slashed his wrist, and blood dripped into Mu Xuehu's mouth.

Mu Xuehu's whole person felt that he was floating, thinking a lot of unrealistic things in his head, in his previous life, in this life, no matter how big or small, they all flashed in front of him like a marquee.

The last picture was stuck on Huan Yue's blood-red and deep eyes, and in the darkness, there was an intermittent voice from Huan Yue's voice: Run...... Come on...... Immediately afterwards, his chest hurt as if he had been hit by a truck, the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the marquee began to turn quickly, trying to open his eyes, and found himself lying in Huanyue's arms, and the smell of blood was Huanyue's blood.

One of her eyes is an ink pupil, and the other is still a demonic vertical pupil, but her eyes are a little moist, and she looks at herself worriedly, and the guilt in her eyes is undisguised.

His lips trembled and he muttered, "I'm sorry...... I turned you into a half-human, half-demon monster......"

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