Lan Xiyan was stunned, and his face was stunned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She looked at the drought in front of her, and then at the wound on her chest, her eyes full of shock.

She must be dead now, right?

There was a touch of melancholy in her heart, and Lan Xiyan didn't know whether she should cry or laugh.

She held on to her body, trying not to let herself fall. His eyes were full of stubbornness, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

At this moment, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, sweating like rain, her body was already soaked with sweat, her face was pale and scary, and there was no trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Her body was numb, and she didn't feel any pain.

When the drought saw that Lan Xiyan was already half dead, he wanted to stick out his head and bite her.

Lan Xiyan was still in a state of confusion, looking at the face of the drought fish that suddenly approached, her body stiffened, and she looked incredulous.

Gong Qiuming?

Between the fluffy and messy hair, and a close observation, Lan Xiyan clearly saw the face that was similar to Gong Yechen and Gong Aoxuan.

Unlike their countenance, his face was that pale, without a trace of blood. A pair of eyes are emerald green, without pupils, and they look indescribably penetrating like that.

Despite this, Lan Xiyan recognized him at a moment.

Unconsciously read out of her mouth, and even she herself had some doubts.

Hearing Lan Xiyan's words, the dwarf body was obviously stunned, and then stopped what he was doing.

"Let go of my lady."

Gong Limo stood up from the ground and stretched out his hand to push the drought.

The drought was originally a little distracted, but he came back to his senses when he heard Gong Limo's words, and then turned his head to look at him.

However, when he saw Gong Limo clearly, he suddenly let out a roar in his throat, and then let go of Lan Xiyan, his body shook, and he suddenly jumped out, fleeing like a gust of wind.

Gong Limo ran to Lan Xiyan and hurriedly squatted down to help her.

The blood donation in his chest was like an injection, and without the strength to support him, Lan Xiyan couldn't bear it anymore, and his body fell to the ground with a "bang". There was a mess in front of him, his body was soft, and his consciousness began to gradually dissipate.

If she guessed correctly just now, that drought is Gong Qiuming, who has been dead for ten years, and he still has human consciousness.

But why he turned into a drought, she didn't know, and she probably didn't have a chance to know, right?

"Kill me!"

Lan Xiyan lay on the ground, reached out and grabbed Gong Limo's hand, begging to speak.

She was scratched by the drought, unless there was a Da Luo Immortal to save her, otherwise she would definitely die, and she would definitely turn into a zombie.

If she wants to become the kind of monster who has no consciousness and only kills and drinks blood, then she would rather die. Maybe if you die, you might even travel back.

"The lady doesn't hurt, Limo will give you a snort."

Gong Limo was in a hurry, then leaned down and reached out to press the wound on Lan Xiyan's chest, exhaling in his mouth and blowing on her wound.

At this moment, she was in a mess, her clothes were already wet with sweat and blood, and her clothes were full of holes. The shirt on the shoulder had been torn to reveal the snow-white shoulder and collarbone, and there was a hideous wound on the chest that was bleeding incessantly.

The flesh was rolling, and it was a little shocking to look at. The flesh around the wound was already blackened, and there was a hint of black gas.

"Kill me, kill me."

Lan Xiyan muttered in her mouth, repeating this sentence all the time, but Gong Limo didn't listen to her, but blew on her wound over and over again, and then tore off the corner of her clothes and pressed it on her wound to stop the bleeding.