But then, a red flame came out of the roof of the library.

The fire is bright and extinguished.

In the dark library with only a red candle lit, the blood spirit bead was suspended in the air, and the light emitted and fell on the man in white in front of it.

Yin Mo's face was slightly pale, and his eyes were hollow and dim.

Rong Shang's departure seemed to take away the starry sky under Yin Mo's eyes.

Thinking that the Blood Spirit Bead had nothing to do with her wound that day, Yin Mo pursed his lips and tightened his hand suddenly.

There is no cure for all diseases, and there is no immortality.

All rumors are just spread by the world.

As the owner of the Blood Spirit Bead, how could he not know?

It's just that he also had a glimmer of hope, hoping that her wounds could heal and that she could come alive.

The flame of the Blood Spirit Bead continued to emanate, and the light became more and more intense.

Yin Mo moved his eyes, and then slowly looked up.

As far back as he remembers, his father once told him.

Blood spirit beads are spiritual.

Although immortality is a rumor, it is resurrected from the dead...... But it's not impossible.

Dead.

Death, and, resurrection, life.

Thinking of this, Yin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.

This strong fire light was reflected in the pitch-black pupils, Yin Mo's palm moved, his mouth was reciting the magic formula, and the mana on the sword finger went towards the blood spirit bead.

"Blood Spirit Bead, tell me, how can I make Jiang Muyu wake up!"

In an instant, all the firelight shone on the surroundings of the Library Pavilion, and I didn't know what appeared on the blood spirit bead, but I saw Yin Mo's expression stunned for a moment.

……

To come back from the dead is to go against the sky.

If you want her to come back to life, you can only save one life for one life.

"So it's an exchange?" Yin Mo muttered this sentence in his mouth.

The red light fell on his face, which made Yin Mo's expression terrifyingly calm.

Only the hand placed at his side trembled slightly with his fingertips.

So, no matter what, he and Jiang Muyu can only be separated by yin and yang in this life?

However, thinking that she was lying on the cold ice bed at this time, Yin Mo covered his chest, and his pursed lips were a little pale.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't leave her alone.

He had already made up his mind, and this would make him raise his eyes, and the red fire was reflected in his pupils.

Yin Mo's cold voice slowly sounded in the library pavilion, "As long as she comes back to life, I am willing to exchange my life for her life." ”

As long as she can wake up.

But after finishing speaking, there was a "bang", and the door of the library was suddenly pushed open.

Yin Mo frowned vigilantly all of a sudden, he stretched out his hand, and immediately retrieved the blood spirit bead from the air, and the red light disappeared.

For a moment when he turned his head sideways, a cold voice had already come out of his throat, "Who?" ”

"It's me."

A gentle voice came, lazy with a bit of nonchalance.

Yin Mo heard this, and his body stiffened suddenly.

Just when he thought it was his delusion, a white figure appeared in the doorway.

At this time, the man stood against the light, with a stunning facial features that were delicate and soft, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes overflowing with gentle water.

The moment the four eyes met, Yin Mo's expression froze, and his dark pupils tightened suddenly.

Seeing his appearance of suffering from gains and losses, Rong Sheng couldn't help but raise his lips and laugh, "Ah Mo, what are you doing here?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure shook in front of him, and as soon as Rong Sheng came back to his senses, he had already embraced him.

"Pastoral, Pastoral, Pastoral, Pastoral, I'm not dreaming, am I?"