Leng Xiu Lakeside.

At this moment, Xiaobai felt that his face was a little itchy against Phantom Night, and his heart trembled! The ethereal blue flame that surrounded the two of them was instantly extinguished......

That faint breath made his desperate and dry heart seem to be ignited by the fire in an instant, so Xiaobai raised his head excitedly, staring at the phantom night in his arms in confusion!

He clearly saw that Phantom Night's eyes moved slightly!

"The hosts! Do you hear Xiaobai's voice? Wake up! Xiaobai called excitedly.

After the originally calm heart fluctuated for a while, the dead phantom night suddenly took a breath, resumed its heartbeat, and then slowly opened its eyes......

Those black eyes looked at Xiaobai in confusion, full of infinite joys and sorrows, and a thousand words of tenderness, which were enough to make Xiaobai cry with joy!

"Master, do you recognize me? I'm your little white......" Little White cried.

Hearing Xiaobai's voice, Phantom Night's eyes were full of fear......

He is obviously dead, if Xiaobai comes, wouldn't Xiaobai also die?

"Xiaobai, you shouldn't come to me...... It's not worth ...... for me," Phantom Night murmured weakly, "If Xiaobai dies for me, I will never be able to forgive myself." The sound is delicate and poignant, like a string of strings that are like a poignant sound, which makes people haunt their hearts and dreams!

The evil will only call himself a little white dragon coldly, and only the phantom night will gently call himself a little white.

Xiao Bai Zhilu said that his beloved Phantom Night Master has finally returned!

"Master, don't say stupid things, you're alive! Xiaobai is also alive and well! Xiaobai couldn't cry, and excitedly shook Phantom Night's hand, holding him tighter, only to feel a heart-pumping pain! Every time the owner is in distress, the first thing he says after waking up is only about Xiaobai's safety!

Xiaobai's tears slipped down again.

The misty eyes of the phantom night saw the image of the confused little white......

I'm still alive, and Xiaobai has nothing to do? Is this true?

He remembered that his heart was choked by the Ghost King, lying on the cold battlefield, and when he took a last glance before he lost his breath, he saw the cruel world of ice and snow......

Now that he is held tightly in Xiaobai's arms, the pain of his internal organs, bones, and tendons being shattered, the fear of being eaten by darkness and blood, and the cold eroded by the ice and snow are no longer there! Instead, it is extremely comfortable, warm, safe and calm! It's so real!

Phantom Night finally believes that what Xiaobai said is true. But how did he know that if his resurrection was delayed for a while, Xiaobai would hold his corpse and die in the spiritual fire.

"Great, you're fine, then I'm relieved......" Phantom Night lowered his eyes, and the crystal tears silently wet his pale cheeks, only to hear him whisper faintly, "Xiaobai, I really want to go back to ......" The words were all dependence and grievances. At this moment, he is like a poor child who is injured and weak.

"Master, Xiaobai will take you back immediately! Let's have a dull life together! When the master's health is better, Xiaobai accompanies the master to go to the mountains and rivers, accompany the master to school, and accompany the master to do whatever the master likes...... Let's stop worrying about the affairs of the gods and demons, okay? Xiaobai reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, and comforted him with great tenderness.

"Good ......" Phantom Night replied softly, and then he didn't have the strength to speak, his face was pillowed in Xiaobai's arms, imagining the beautiful and peaceful life described by Xiaobai, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth. Just imagining it was enough for him! He slowly closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep. This time, I was really just too tired to fall asleep.

Xiaobai carefully hugged Phantom Night and slowly stood up. He looked at the phantom night sleeping peacefully in his arms, and his golden eyes were shining with tears. That's happy tears!

The awakening of Phantom Night saved this body in time. As long as the phantom night lives, the evil will live! Xiaobai believes that in the future, there will be an opportunity to make up for his apologies to the general evil.

I only heard Xiaobai staring at the phantom night with deep affection and muttering to himself: "The joys and sorrows of these lives, the sorrows and calamities have deprived the master of all his happiness, it is really unfair!" So Heaven has finally returned to me the poor master with a clear conscience! Master, Xiaobai will definitely love you well in the future! ”

Looking at the phantom night that came back to life and slept peacefully in Xiaobai's arms, the phoenix wings gilded pistol in the ghost king's hand had long since disappeared.

He didn't expect that Xiaobai's determination to be martyred would move the heavens and the earth, and a miracle appeared!

If the phantom night can come back to life, then you will have a chance to atone for your sins! Thinking of this, the Ghost King smiled relentingly and silently made a wish: "Master, let me silently guard you like I did a long, long time ago!" ”

……

Winter in the south, the sky is sunny and snowless.

A gray pigeon demon, holding a plastic freezer incubator, kept crying, from the distant Duoduo Peak, flew to the haunted house of the Yellow Ying singing in Tianyuan City, landed in the yard, put the incubator down, and then knocked on the closed floor-to-ceiling window with his beak, panting and said: "Xiao Wu, it's me!" Hurry up and open the window! ”

"Mr. Gray Feather, come right away!" Inside, who was vacuuming the carpet, Wu Yin immediately stopped what he was doing and ran over to open the window with brisk steps.

The pigeon demon immediately flew into the hall, and after circling the ceiling a few times, it turned into a strange-looking birdman with a beak and wings.

Wuyin lifted the incubator, entered the house, and walked straight to the refrigerator. Unlock the cooler and open the lid. It was full of 200ml blood bags, a total of 20 packs. Wuyin carefully put the blood bag in the refrigerator and said with a smile, "Mr. Gray Feather, I have to trouble you every day!" It's so hard! ”

The guy named Gray Feather has never been immune to the beautiful and lovely banshee, and when he heard the sweet voice of Wuyin, he became shy, scratched his head, and stammered: "Xiao Wu, you are polite!" It is the honor of Gray Feather to serve the master! Hope the owner recovers soon! ”

Wuyin smiled: "You can rest assured!" The host is in good spirits today and has started to read! ”

"Really?" Gray Feather's eyes widened with delight.

I remember that when Shenlong Xiaobai brought the unconscious master back from the Demon Realm, no matter how many times Wuyin pricked him with needles, he didn't react at all. He's still worried about whether his master will become a vegetative person! I finally woke up in the past few days, but I was so weak that I couldn't get off the bed or eat anything, which made everyone worried.

"It's time to replace the blood bags! Let's go up and see the host! Wuyin took out one of the blood bags and walked up the spiral staircase.

Gray Feather replied with a "yes", and with a "poof" it turned back into a gray pigeon and flew up.

This monster named Gray Feather is one of Mu Weilai's old servants, and he stays in Mu Weilai's former residence, Changfeng Mountain, Yujing Mountain Forest all year round. After the end of the Demon Realm Martial Arts Competition, the news that Phantom Night was Mu Weilai's reincarnation spread throughout the Ghost and God World. This made the demons and monsters who followed Mu Weilai in the past ecstatic!

The cruelty of the Ghost King destroyed the body of the Phantom Night, and the present world of the evil not only consumed a lot of soul power, but also did not drop water or blood, resulting in an unprecedented weakness after the resurrection of the Phantom Night. According to Youwang He's diagnosis, 4,000 ml of demon blood must be transfused every day to barely maintain life. Gray Feather is ordered by Youwang He to transport fresh demon blood from Duoduo Peak to the haunted house of Huang Ying's singing every day.

On the second floor, the spacious and bright room was filled with the smell of fragrant medicine.

Outside the window, the sun is shining, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There was a familiar figure, with his back against the pillow, sitting comfortably on the collapse and reading quietly......