Rubble continued to fall from the roof, knocking down the screens in the temple. The hall was still filled with steam, but the pool of blood by the bath was unconcealed in front of Xiao Bai.

Xiaobai shook in distraction, staggered over, bent down, and stretched out his trembling fingers to wipe the blood stains. The blood has long since cooled.

"Ahh

The evil and indifferent face appeared in Xiaobai's mind......

Xiaobai remembered that after waking up the evil spirit, he came down from the battlefield, and walked straight to him, not only cured all the injuries on his body, but also helped himself up, but he ruthlessly pushed him away...... At that time, Jiang Xie just smiled coldly, and now Xiaobai knows how disappointed and sad he is behind that smile.

Xiaobai remembered that Jiang Xie knew that he wanted to kill him, but let Xi Chao follow him, and it turned out that in the few days, he silently cherished the opportunity to get together for a short time in exchange for blood and soul......

Jiang Xie kept saying that he wanted Xiaobai to be his servant, and Xiaobai scolded him for being delusional. He still sneered disapprovingly. Because the evil thinks that the more hostile Xiaobai is to him, the more loyal he is to Mu Weilai and Phantom Night. And the evil is both Mu Weilai and Phantom Night, so he is in pain and happy.

Until the power of the soul was exhausted, Xiaobai always spoke coldly, which completely made the evil heart desperate.

"You're in such a hurry just to ask about this?"

"I'm too busy to take care of things. Only a faithful ghost king is capable of carrying out my ambitions...... Is it up to you? What are you going to do but cry in front of me? ”

So, in despair, he buried his silent tears in the arms of the ghost king. He didn't want Xiaobai to look at him anymore, because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it and would be rejected again.

After thinking about everything about the evil, Xiaobai seemed to wake up from a terrible dream, and fell into another terrible dream, crying out for collapse.

Jiang Xie turned out to be the real owner of NIO!

He was so cruel that he hurt his master who had returned to this world to reunite with him again and again!

When the master has disappeared from his soul, the earth is big, where can he find the master's figure?

"Master, please give Xiaobai another chance!"

In the agony of his head crumbling, Xiaobai jumped into the sky, turned into a silver dragon, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye with a long wail.

Amy sighed, looked at the gloomy clouds of heaven, the decay of the earth, and said to herself sadly: I hope it is still too late...... Now the only one who can save the little evil and the little night is the dragon Xiaobai. This is the most difficult opportunity for business to turn around.

……

Lengxiu Lake.

The body of the Shura woman is long gone. So the place has been restored to its former glory.

The surface of the lake is clear and waterless, reflecting the strange and gorgeous beauty of the underworld. Countless weevil-nosed snow shells, like snowflakes, fluttering and scattering, fluttering on the lakeside.

The Ghost King sat by the lake with the demon in his arms, and warmed the body that was gradually becoming cold with his body.

The evil lay weakly in the arms of the ghost king, with beautiful eyes closed. His heart was still fluctuating faintly, but it was getting slower and slower. His face was calm, as if he had just fallen asleep comfortably.

There was a silent silence between heaven and earth. There was no wind at all, and all things had a sense of compassion, and they could not bear to disturb the peace of the sad soul.

"Master, why are you here?" The Ghost King suddenly asked.

He was afraid that he would not be able to wake up, so he deliberately asked a question.

Jiang Xie opened his eyes slightly, and said softly: "The joys and sorrows of thousands of years, and the war between gods and demons all started here...... So it's best to end here......" At this time, his dark eyes were no longer cold and intimidating. Because, there is no one else here except him and the ghost king. He no longer needs any disguise or vigilance.

The Ghost King remembered a long time ago, when he was a weevil-trunked snow worm, he lingered around Jiang Xie every day, watching him paint by the lake.

Thousands of years of time are like a lifetime.

And at this moment, it seems to have returned to the past, the quiet and beautiful, indisputable world, only him and the evil world......

Thinking that he was about to lose his master again, the ghost king's heart was dripping blood! However, he did not even save a tear. Because he knew that his master would be sad when he saw him cry. The ghost king doesn't want his master to even die.

So the ghost king endured all his grief, and his face returned to its former grace, as if he was just resting in the fairyland with his master at this time, rather than a sad parting of life and death.

However, the evil suddenly talked about the topic that the ghost king avoided.

"Ghost King, I can't wait any longer. It seems that Ah Ye will never wake up again. When I disappear, this shell will rot, and it's really Lang. When I die, you can gouge out my heart and make medicine...... This way, you can fully rejuvenate. There was not a hint of sadness or pain in his tone, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

When the ghost king heard this, his whole body trembled, and finally he couldn't help crying: "Master, please don't say such things!" ”

In the cold eyes of the evil man, there was a kind of transcendent thing that saw through life and death, and in a reprimanding tone, he said lightly: "In human terms, this is just organ donation. Nothing to fuss about...... You are a monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, and your mind is still pedantic......"

The ghost king was so sad that he had nothing to say. He would rather die than do such a cruel thing to the general! He swore in his heart that as a punishment for hurting his master, he would never look for the fourth medicine again in this life! Even without the fourth medicine, he would not have survived for half a year......

Seeing that the ghost king was solemn and silent, he thought that the evil king had agreed, and he smiled comfortably.

This is the happiest smile the ghost king has ever seen, since the appearance of the evil spirit. In the past, he hated Xiaobai to shed tears for the phantom night at every turn, and felt that the dragon was hypocritical. At this time, he was out of control and cried no different from Xiaobai.

"Ghost King, there is one more thing I would like to ask you. Don't let Xiaobai find my body. That guy still thinks that Ah Ye is still alive. Only when it cannot be found, can there always be hope...... I don't want to see Xiaobai do stupid things for me again. Speaking of Xiaobai, there was a trace of sadness on the calm and haggard face of the evil spirit.

"I promise you." The ghost king couldn't bear to see the evil sad, and agreed with tears in his eyes. I feel extremely sad: Master, why are you so stupid? The little white dragon has ruthlessly failed you, and you still miss him in the last moments of your life?

The answer, I'm afraid that the ghost king will never guess......

That soul came back to reunite with Xiaobai!

Seeing that the ghost king personally agreed, the evil seemed to explain everything properly, and there was no more concern in his heart, and his sad expression calmed down again. He leaned his head on the Ghost King's arms and whispered, "I'll sleep for a while, don't wake me up." Then he slowly closed his tired eyes.

"Master, sleep in peace! I will always watch over you. The Ghost King cared for him gently.

Put the side of the evil head on the shoulder of the ghost king, and no longer respond to the ghost king, as if he had fallen asleep.

The Ghost King hugged him tightly and remained silent until the evil spirit slowly stopped beating in his arms...... The ghost king still maintained that posture without moving, as if the sky was old and the sea was dry and rotten, and he was unwilling to let go.

The weevil-trunked snow shells in the sky are still fluttering, like the cold moon and snow.