A shallow dark line seemed to be a small seven-mile flower, delicate and delicate, with a touch of bright red slowly melted into the skin, becoming almost the same color as the skin, if you did not carefully look at the person's eyebrows, it would be impossible to find.

The dark pattern of the seal carries the spiritual power of the moon orange, and this child can at least rely on it to resolve difficulties in the future. I hope you can be protected for the rest of your life. Reaching out and gently touching the child's head, she placed him on the bed, and a soft and quiet kiss fell on the petals.

Yue Tang turned to look at Xiao Yu, her eyes were gloomy and dark, her expression was complicated and uneasy, she gently supported her on the bed next to the child, frowned slightly, and slowly spread out Xiao Yu's clenched palm, her eyes were full of black and sore, with a cold black evil aura, very filthy, chasing and fighting with Xiao Yu's original blue light, but it was obvious that Xiao Yu's demon power was far less than the power of that evil qi, and she was defeated and sank secretly.

The palms are opposite, the ten fingers are interlocked, the eyes of the moon orange are slightly closed, the face is pale and haggard, the forehead is piled up with dense beads of sweat, the body trembles, and the skin is covered with a layer of green yellow, like a white ceramic, which will be broken when touched.

That spell was mixed with the aura of the moon orange, which was the demonic power in the butterfly soul she released to Xiaoyu, but at this time, it was like being stunned, frantically biting Xiaoyu's soul, scurrying around in her body, plundering the location of the demonic power in her body, forcibly squeezing them out of her body, and entering the terrible state of leaving the soul.

But no matter how weak Xiaoyu is, she should be able to detect one or two resistance, but seeing that her expression is stable and her breath is even, as if she has been greatly impacted in an instant, at that moment, her mind is blank, and the demonic power is lighter with a falling heart, causing the demonic power attached to the butterfly soul by the moon orange that was forcibly modified and distorted by the spell to penetrate the loophole and enter her body, wanton and arrogant.

If it is not forcibly pulled back by something, Xiaoyu's soul will be accompanied by the loss of demonic power and turn into a lonely soul, floating in the world, without life and life, life and life, life and life, no bitterness, no human world, no divine sense, and will never be able to enter reincarnation.

Not born or dead, not happy or sad, such a pure state of soul makes Yue Tang can't help but be afraid, and he is afraid for a while.

What has the content of the butterfly soul been changed to, and what news did Xiao Yu receive that would cause such a big mood swing? Who is it that wants to persecute Xiao Yu through her hand.

Yue Tang bit her lip, her eyes slightly stretched out a slit, and she looked at Xiao Yu's white and haggard face through the dim moonlight, and her heart was flustered and anxious.

The spell of the soul is not difficult to solve, and the opponent should have no intention of putting the little fish to death from the beginning when he used such a spell. But taking Xiaoyu's life as a bet made Yue Tang angry with killing intent in his heart. If she hadn't come back in time, what would have happened to Xiaoyu?

Yueju didn't dare to imagine the consequences, her body trembled more and more, and panic struck.

Xiaoyu has always been low-key and cautious when he came to the world, although his demonic power is low, but he has indeed never provoked anyone.

Could it be that this spell is aimed at him? Yue Tang was frightened, her brows trembled slightly, and a certain doubt in her heart was instantly infinitely magnified.

"Sister...... Sister...... Sister ...... "The cute and delicate features of the little fish lying on the ground are tightly converging, with tears in her closed eyes, and a line of hot water droplets in the corners of her eyes.

Yue Tang slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and his eyes skimmed over Ao Xiaosnake's face, only to see his expression of grief and remorse, his hands clutched a corner, and the green tendons hidden under the white and tender skin on the back of his hands also sensed the pain and torture of his master at this time, slightly raised, blue to purple.

Yueju couldn't care about him now, but his appearance seemed to be stunned, and his whole body twitched and trembled, looking miserable and sad.

The orange-red airflow in the palm of the palm became more and more obvious, and that strange and ominous feeling appeared with this orange-red light and shadow, as if it was a seed buried in the heart of the moon orange, slowly dying and sprouting, little by little, the strong and powerful roots were pierced into the heart of the moon orange, absorbing her nutrients and oxygen, suppressing her fiercely and suffocating her.

Quickly removed the spell in the palm of the little fish, the moon orange propped up on the edge of the bed with one hand, held his heart with the other hand and panted heavily, looked at the moon in the sky, his heart was not good, and the time was about to come. Yueju looked at the blood on his body, which had dried up and condensed into a dark red, clinging to his clothes, mixed with a lingering fishy smell.

Tsukibana kept taking deep breaths to keep her mind steady and her mind clear, and if she could, she hoped that these things would never happen, and that she would never have met the little fish and the little snake, and that they would continue to live in peace and happiness for the rest of their lives.

If something goes wrong with Xiaoyu, how should she explain to Brother Chong?

Yue Tang reached out and touched Xiao Yu's forehead, his breathing was steady and even, the black mist in his palm dissipated, and although his face was still pale and weak, it was much better than Fang Cai's soul state. Tsukiju sighed a little relaxed, slowly moved his body in the direction of the little snake, leaned on the edge of the bed, staggered one step, and finally lost most of his strength in the stumble, his body softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

The little snake's facial features were wrinkled, and his face was as pale as jade, but it was not lifeless.

It's just that there are beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes are constantly rolling in his sleep, his limbs are twitching and painful, and his mouth is constantly muttering that he is sorry for his sister, sister, come back soon, over and over again, annoyed and hateful, sad and miserable, his voice is low and sad, with some forbearance and maturity that he has never tasted on weekdays.

Yueju reached out and gently touched his forehead, who knew that for a moment, as if sensing the temperature of his eyebrows, he reached out and grabbed Yuetang's wrist tightly, grasping it firmly, making Yuetangi feel a reddened tingling. Tsukiju wanted to withdraw his hand, but listened to him muttering over and over again, as if he was coquettish, but it didn't seem to be, and he held her arm in his arms along Tsukitang's wrist, very dependent.

Yueju shook her head helplessly, looked at the little fish on the bed, and said in her heart that the little snake must feel that she was ashamed of the little fish, and even in the nightmare, it was repentance and guilt for her sister. It's just that I don't know, what did Ao Xiaosnake do wrong, she would be so painful and remorseful in her dreams, didn't they all be fine when she left today?

Because of the dehydration and weakness of the body, Yue Tang was suddenly dragged to the ground by Ao Xiaosnake's sudden outstretched hand, caught off guard, Yue Tang fell to her knees with a plop, her tears broke out in her knees, but she couldn't bear to do anything to such a little snake, so she let him hold herself like this, like a confused and lost child to rely on, hugging tightly, treating herself as his sister, eager to spend her life to make up for such a sin.

"Little snake, little snake?" Yueju patted his cheek, afraid that he would suddenly pull him out of his dream and make him suffer a backlash, so his movements were very light, and his voice was very light, in the eyes of Mu Bai outside the window, the movements were extremely ambiguous, his voice was so gentle that he was almost spoiled, his chin was lowered, he looked at him distressedly, reluctant to wake up, and forced the embarrassment of his movements, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

Mu Bai floated in mid-air, looking at the moon orange from afar through a layer of windows, his fingers only curled slightly in an instant, as if he wanted to hold it tightly, but he slowly let go, his face was cold and indifferent, his eyes were dark and arrogant, looking indifferently, a sarcastic smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, as if it was an illusion, in the blink of an eye, the double petals were still closed, and he couldn't see the slightest change and emotion.

Tsukiju gently pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, turning into an orange-red light that wanted to dissipate the fear and panic in his heart. However, the darkness in Ao Xiaosnake's heart is too deep and too deep, like a vast and boundless deep sea, depressed alone in a dark place.

Yuetang's spiritual power couldn't reach so deeply, and his body was so weak that even the strength to support him to the bed was gone, so he had to sit on the ground with him and wait for him to recover a little before continuing to act.

The moonlight outside the window broke through a thin layer of clouds and slowly moved towards the west. Yuetang's heart was anxious, thinking about whether to send a message to Lord God, at least briefly tell him about the matter here, and there was still some possibility of understanding. But I thought that the demon power of the small fish demon was attracted by his own butterfly soul, and the immortals in the yang world are very different from the little demons in the netherworld, the most important thing is that the immortals in the yang world have no attributes, they are all cultivated and promoted, and when they become immortals, they are called people.

It's like an immortal, except that the gods are gods, of course. But after all, there is only one god like him in the entire Heavenly Court, so it can be slightly ignored. If there is no attribute, Yuetang will naturally not be able to use the Butterfly Soul to transmit messages. So what to do?

Yuetang's free hand snapped twice on the door of her head, and she was anxious and helpless, so she could only wait like this, hoping that Lord God would come to her after she found out that she had missed her appointment, so that she might be able to ask for God-sama's help.

Lying on the ground, I imagined it so stupidly, and suddenly a cool and deep wind, mixed with a hint of the fragrance of black orchids, disappeared in only a moment, bringing a bit of chill to slowly blow. Yueju felt a chill in her back, and unconsciously gathered the light veil, hoping to have some ability to keep out the cold.

But apparently, Tsukiko thinks too much, and more than a little.

But what's the matter with that breeze? Yue Tang tilted his head and thought half-asleep, that breath really looked like that of the God-sama, could it be that he had just appeared? Yue Tang stretched out his head and looked through the window and looked forward and looked and looked until his neck was sore, looking at the empty night, Yue Tangerine's heart was empty, not disappointed, just a little lost.

It seems that I really miss that person so much that I have such a ridiculous and impossible hallucination.

Tsukiju scratched her head, forcing herself to face a difficult and necessary problem.

Lord God is holy and noble, as a demon in the netherworld, how can he have a covetous mind?

Yueju slapped herself in the face with her backhand, and the pain instantly woke her up, and the sacred and noble figure of that person kept echoing in her mind, but it was so distant and ethereal. The moon orange can't hold it, and it can't get close.

Take back those messy thoughts, Tsukiju smiled self-deprecatingly, collapsed to the ground in despair, a layer of sparkling water under his eyes, sniffed, and looked up with a brilliant smirk, but the corners of his eyes finally couldn't hold back, overflowing hot tears, burning her heart, and trying to burn her clean.

His cheeks tingled hotly, and his heart throbbed for a while, and Tsukibana felt a great sense of shame and contempt for himself. Even if there is no separation between the two worlds of yin and yang, the distance between them is enough to whip Yuetang all the time, reminding her not to exceed the rules, let alone be charming.

Yuetang's heart gradually fell silent, at least no longer as impulsive and ownerless as Bai Ri, hoping that this slap could completely wake him up, forever engraved in his heart, and warned him about this life.