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In the next second, it gushed out.

Jiang Cheng was shocked, the picture in front of him was too sudden, he didn't have time to react, Azazel had already fallen in a pool of blood.

"Azazler!" Jiang Cheng shouted his name, grabbed him with his long arms.

Jiang Cheng helped him to the bed, and Azazel did not lose consciousness, but was weak.

His health is deteriorating, and he has been able to hold on until now because Belle has not been resurrected.

That's a belief, that's an attachment.

Now that day has finally come, everything he has hoped for is finally in sight, but his body is no longer under his control.

He had always used his own blood to keep Belle's face intact, and for these twenty years, without the protection of magic and angel wings, only with his own blood.

Jiang Cheng looked at such a weak Azazler and touched the softest part of his heart.

"Can you still hold on?" Jiang Cheng asked with concern.

Jiang Cheng knew that Azazler now needed him to input spiritual healing, but if he treated Azazel first, it would consume some of the magic, so that the chance of resurrecting Belle was one point smaller.

"Leave me alone, let Belle come back to life first."

Resurrect Belle first.

Belle, are you really going to be resurrected?

Azazler asked himself countless times in his heart.

He believed in Jiang Cheng's strength, and also believed in the magic he had introduced into his warm body.

At that time, I was at the peak of my abilities, and my magic was well preserved in the warm body, so I should still be in the same state as I was at that time.

And in his angelic magic, there is also the existence of black magic, which is more effective for Belle's resurrection.

Originally, resurrection was not something that angels could use, it was black magic.

The angelic blood on Belle's body must be able to merge with magic, and finally become truly flowing.

Now there is nothing to stop Azazler, and he must watch Belle come back to life.

Jiang Cheng had no choice, if he let Jiang Cheng choose for himself, he would definitely want to give Azazel magic first, so that he could cheer up.

But if you do, the magic is bound to be consumed.

Azazler was unwilling, Jiang Cheng felt sorry for him, but he couldn't say anything.

"I can give you back the angel wings first, the angel wings are useless for Belle's resurrection, but they can help you, okay?"

Jiang Cheng was afraid that Azazler would refuse even this request, he knew how much Azazel wanted Belle to be resurrected, and he would not allow even a one-in-ten thousand mistake.

Azazler thought about it, but still opened his mouth, and said lightly, "Okay. ”

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want Azazel to see how he resurrected Belle.

In fact, they all knew that the process was complicated, and the probability of success was not 100%, Jiang Cheng had to be distracted, so he suggested that Azazel wait for him outside.

Jiang Cheng was not afraid that Azazle would affect him, but that he would fail, and how painful it was to watch his beloved go from being resurrected with hope to leaving this world completely.

He didn't want Azazel to go through this.

If Belle fails to resurrect, it will disappear, and watching her turn into dust little by little and drift in the air will not be too cruel to Azazel.

"Asa, rest here."

"No, I'm going to watch Belle come back to life."

"However, it is also possible...... You know, it can also fail. ”

"Of course I know, if it fails, then let me watch her drift away."

Azazler knew what Jiang Cheng was worried about, in fact, after so many years, although he had been insisting, he was also prepared that Belle would disappear one day.

Because the corpse was barely maintained by him with the blood of an angel, if he fell, Belle was bound to perish.

He would rather watch Belle drift away little by little, rather than see an empty house, at least, to give Belle a ride.

Jiang Cheng couldn't resist Azazler, and no one could change his mind at this time, and every decision was formed little by little in the past twenty years.

Jiang Cheng walked into the dark room, and the crystal coffin in Azazel's black robe suddenly appeared in the center of the room.

Time passes minute by minute, death is not terrible, waiting for death is the most terrible.

They are like waiting for the final test of fate, standing at the crossroads of life and death, not knowing how to choose.

One wrong step can be the difference between heaven and hell.

Jiang Cheng put all his magic into the palm of his hand, and unlike the translucent silver ball of light just now, this time it was a cone mixed with golden light.

It is the color and form of Azazle's magic.

Only ten minutes had passed, but Azazel felt that this moment was longer than every day in the past.

Belle still didn't react, not even the slightest skin change.

None of them want an accident to happen, they all want everything to go well. Although the resurrection of humans was forbidden by the Heavenly Realm, from the day Jiang Cheng decided to do Azazel a favor, he had already disobeyed the emperor's will.

This kind of disobedience, if known by the emperor, the consequences are unimaginable. No one knew how the emperor would punish him, because no one had ever done such a thing.

The angels are all the children of the emperor, and they all do what the emperor thinks is right according to the emperor's wishes.

Even if he is wise and martial, even if he is right in most of his decisions, he is just an independent individual, and there will be times when he is confused.

Not every one of his rules is correct, at least here in Jiangcheng.

The biggest difference between Jiang Cheng and other archangels at this moment is that he already has his own mature view of right and wrong, learns to think dialectically, and learns to disobey and conceal the emperor.

For the emperor, this is terrible and not allowed, but for Jiang Cheng, it is a sublimation.

He is no longer the puppet who only does what he is told, he is a thinking person.

An hour passed, and Belle's hair gradually returned to shine and her skin became rosy.

This is a good sign, proving that Belle is absorbing the seeds of rebirth brought to her by the magic power, and she is slowly getting better.

But without breathing, without opening your eyes, everything is unknown.

Until the last minute, no one dares to say that it is done, does it?

Looking at Belle's changes, Azazler's heart tugged together. The closer it is to the last moment, the more apprehensive it is.

This time was much longer than he had imagined, time seemed to be infinitely stretched, blood coagulated in his body, and there was only Belle in his inky eyes.

Every nerve in the whole body converges at one point - Belle.

How he wished Belle could move his fingers, raise her eyes, and run on the green grass with his hand as before.