She has died a few times, but she still doesn't understand the meaning of death, because for her, she has not only lived long enough, but also died nine times, even if her fate is gone, she can still live happily when she goes to the underworld, and death is really just a word for her.

But not anymore.

It turned out that watching the life of the person he liked and cared about disappear little by little, he would be so painful and uncomfortable, so scared and helpless, and even wanted to die with him......

Wen Xiaoai wiped the tears from her face, then stood up and stood still on the edge of the bed.

Then he raised his hand to exercise and brought up the purple light.

When she opened her mouth, a purple bead that was more beautiful than glass spit out from her mouth.

This purple bead is the inner pill that Wen Xiaoai repaired with great difficulty by relying on the energy on Jun Mo Yan's body.

Jun Mo Yan, the underworld is not fun at all, it is still cold there, there is no me there, there is no Tsing Yi and Bai Yi, there is no Xiaocha and Shangguan Yu, and there is no second brother and Grandpa Jun, so you must not go.

Be sure to wake up.

Wen Xiaoai's Neidan came to the top of Jun Moyan's chest, and she was about to start, when suddenly a breath easily broke through the barrier she had laid before and appeared in the room.

"You don't want to die?!"

The other party's angry voice sounded, and he stopped Wen Xiaoai with a shot.

When Wen Xiaoai saw the person coming, she subconsciously withdrew her inner pill into her body, and then looked at the person with a vigilant face.

Hearing the man's words, Wen Xiaoai didn't think about it, and opened her mouth to reply: "What's the matter with you." ”

Wen Xiaoai's words undoubtedly stabbed the most vulnerable part of the man's heart.

yes, what's the business with him.

What qualifications does he have to take care of her now?

However, he was still unwilling.

"You don't even want your life for him?" He looked at her in disbelief with red eyes.

The tear stains on her face, her swollen eyes from crying, her pale little face, her helpless, frightened but guarded eyes, every bit was like a knife piercing his heart.

"I have a lot of life." Wen Xiaoai didn't want to pay attention to him, so she wanted to save Jun Moyan.

The big deal is to die again, and it's not that you haven't died.

"You save him...... Do you know who he is? ”

The man's voice full of grievances sounded, and the slender and white fingers under his black wide sleeves pointed at Jun Moyan on the bed, and asked her tremblingly.

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being unkind to you."

Wen Xiaoai's heart is now all on Jun Mo Yan, and she doesn't want to talk about anything useless with this person from the Demon Realm who is neither an enemy nor a friend.

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's murderous words, the man pointed at Jun Moyan's fingers and slowly curled them, took them down, and finally hung down weakly.

Now this scene, in addition to making him feel heartache, he also feels funny and endless ridicule.

If those old stubborn people in the fairy world are here, seeing this scene, do you think they will laugh so hard that they can't stand up straight? Will they all point at him one by one, and then ruthlessly say: self-inflicted.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and the face under the mask was as pale as paper.

After a while, he spat out a sentence: "I can help you save him." ”

This sentence is simply a ray of light for Wen Xiaoai, but no one will ever know, and no one will realize what kind of mood he said this sentence in.

Even when the man said this, he himself couldn't help but laugh.

He's laughing at himself, he's admiring himself.

Who did he save? That is his enemy a thousand years ago, a rival in love a thousand years later.

There should be no punishment, it is even more unbearable than that.