Azazler slowly put away the phone, and the corners of his mouth floated a strange arc, this day is finally coming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His Belle can finally be resurrected, Ulla has sent the Black Mountain Blood Lotus, and with the help of his angel wings and magic, they can get out of here.

No longer have to hide in a dark corner, he and Belle can find a place in the demon world that no one knows about and start their new life.

Thinking of this, Azazler was a little excited, he stroked the crystal coffin, and his eyes fell on Belle's fair face through the crystal coffin wall.

Because of the Black Mountain Blood Lotus, Belle's skin was no longer so pale, and the blood began to flow slowly, although the speed was very slow, although it still looked the same as before, but Azazel knew that Belle was now slowly showing signs of life.

It won't be long before he can be resurrected, as long as he gets the magic that warms his body.

Azazel was excited, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, and his withered and broken heart had begun to have new hope.

Immersed in his own euphoria, he didn't notice that another pair of eyes were watching him outside the door.

In those eyes, there was nostalgia, pain, and hatred.

Her eyes were clouded with a layer of mist, she knew that this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

Even if you are mentally prepared, it still hurts, it hurts.

Six years ago, if Azazel hadn't saved her, she might still be drinking in a nightclub.

Or they have already lost their lives and done even more dirty things.

Or maybe it's dead.

She will never forget that cold night, the sky was drizzling, wet, cold.

She came out of the bar drunk, just for a commission of a few hundred yuan, and every day she looked down on herself and drank with those stinky men.

She also practiced the amount of alcohol, but this time why was her head so dizzy, her steps were getting heavier and heavier, and her legs didn't look like her own.

Suddenly, someone hugged her from behind, and she only felt dizzy and was surrounded by several people in the depths of the alley.

Her vision was getting blurry, and she was scared.

A few gangsters surrounded her in a corner, revealing a twisted and disgusting lewd laugh.

She cried out in fear and despair, begging them to spare her.

But instead of letting her go, the thugs laughed even louder.

Suddenly, one of the thugs pounced on her, frantically tearing at her clothes, she struggled desperately, but her two slender arms were held down by the two thugs next to her, and her legs were not split.

Tears kept flowing, and she shook her head, crying and begging them.

The last line of defense was also torn apart by them.

It's over, it's all over.

It's been a dark night, so desperate.

There were passers-by at the mouth of the alley, but no one came to save her.

They walked away indifferently and disregardingly.

She was completely devastated, completely gave up, there would be no one to save her, no.

Just as she closed her eyes and waited for tragedy to come.

Suddenly—

The man who pressed down on her fell to the ground.

She could feel the hands that grabbed her arms and legs tremble violently, and then they fell to the ground.

She opened her eyes and looked at the scene in amazement with tears in her eyes.

Yes, did someone come to her rescue?

She, saved?

After a long time, she didn't have the strength to stand up, her pants were pulled to the side, and her clothes were already torn, leaking a large piece of snow white from her chest.

Thank you, thank you!

She struggled to hold on to the wall, and although her vision was blurred, she could still see a figure standing at the entrance of the alley.

Very tall, very dark, and appears to be wearing a black robe.

He didn't even come, how did he make these people fall?

Everything fell silent, and the first question that ran into her mind was this question, and she gasped.

The man didn't speak, and he couldn't read his expression clearly.

He walked slowly towards her.

The inky eyes are hollow, gloomy, and bottomless.

She reflexively leaned against the wall, trembling slightly.

The man was getting closer, with a cold aura, as cold as a dead man.

Could this be the legendary Grim Reaper?

As if waiting for the final judgment, she closed her eyes again.

She didn't fall, she wasn't in danger, she wasn't even in pain, she was replaced by a hint of warmth.

When she opened her eyes again, she had an extra black robe.

He's not the Grim Reaper, he's her benefactor.

Saved her body, her life, her soul.

Since then, Zhu Xiaomei has followed Azazler.

Because her family was poor and had no money to pay for tuition, she went to a bar to sell alcohol to make money.

Azazler would give her a lot of money every time, just ask her to help buy some daily necessities, and the rest would be left for her.

In fact, it takes much less money to buy things than the money you leave behind.

Zhu Xiaomei knew that Azazler used this way to fund her study, and the two of them tacitly agreed.

But she was grateful to him in her heart, because because he no longer had to go to the bar to sell alcohol.

She had always wondered why Azazel always looked different from ordinary people.

Until one day, Zhu Xiaomei followed the note left by Azazel and bought good things and delivered them to his home as usual.

knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened the door, so Zhu Xiaomei used the spare key to open the door.

Occasionally, she would bring in her purchases directly, and sometimes she would help Azazel with the cleaning, so he gave her a spare key for convenience.

It's just that she never used it, and generally Azazel is at home.

Zhu Xiaomei didn't think much about it.

The door was opened from the outside.

The quiet living room was cold to the bone, and although it was summer, Zhu Xiaomei shivered.

It's strange that when Azazel was in the past, although he was always cold, he was not as cold as he is today.

Zhu Xiaomei's heart was empty, as if something bad was about to happen.

Did something happen to Azazel? If he wasn't at home, he wouldn't let her come and deliver something.

Azazel looked sick, always feeling like he had been sick for a long time, thin and thin.

This kind of thought is getting heavier and heavier, Zhu Xiaomei is very afraid, afraid that she will never see him, afraid that he will leave her.

Although he always said that he was a ghost from the night, there was only black melancholy and horror, no laughter, no joy.

But in her heart, it wasn't like that.

No.

He is her sunshine, her laughter, and the indelible hope of her life.

If it weren't for him, she would have died a long time ago, and even if she hadn't been ravaged to death by those gangsters, she wouldn't have survived in this world.

It was he who saved her, it was he who gave her a reason to live.

She was so scared, afraid that she would lose him.

Don't even blink your eyes, maybe so you won't miss any details.

Zhu Xiaomei searched every corner of the house, but she didn't find him.

There was an ominous premonition......