Bai Ling leaned over uneasily, tentatively touching the willow branches on the ground. The moment her fingers touched the red light, an invisible cold light "swished" and spread out, forcing her to retreat again and again, her heels hitting the bed board, and she fell directly to the bed.

Subconsciously raised his head, and a figure shrouded in red light fell out of thin air, and the willow branches on the ground were gone.

The light in the bedroom dimmed suddenly. She settled down and found that it was a young man who looked about the same age as her, tall and tall, dressed in silver clothes and jade belts, reflecting the strange red light, elegant and deep.

Before this, Bai Ling had not seen many people, and he had never thought that the body of the spirit creature would look like this...... Pretty. It seems to integrate all the definitions of beauty in this world, whether it is from his face, facial features, shape, or even the silk satin, giving people the intuition that is beautiful. Indescribably beautiful.

It's just that he is full of cold murderous aura. Especially the slightly condescending brown eyes, the bottom of the eyes were cold and sparkling, full of coercion, and it seemed that she was about to break her neck in the next second.

He seems to be prepared to do the same.

However, as soon as he took a small step, the red light that lingered around his body suddenly burst out, and instantly turned into a chain of demonic spell seals, which submerged into his body.

His body froze, and his expression immediately showed a bit of pain.

At the same time, Bai Ling, who was stunned by him, finally came back to her senses—something suddenly appeared in the depths of her mind, like a symbol or a mark.

Instinctively covered his forehead, only to find that the wound on his eyebrows had healed. Then set your eyes on the creature, or...... Liu Linglang? His expression had regained its calmness, even looking blank. Standing there quietly, the beautiful eyes have lost their light compared to Fang Cai, and the eyes are dull, without sorrow or joy, and cannot stir up a trace of waves.

It seems that the dead air is heavier.

Even the murderous aura is gone.

Looking at Liu Linglang, who looked like a walking dead in front of him and seemed to have lost his self-awareness, Bai Ling touched his forehead, panicked and stunned. She didn't know the situation in front of her, whether the sacrifice was a success or a failure. I don't know if this "thing" that has been refined is still spiritual.

After staring at those empty and dark eyes for a long time, Bai Ling hesitated again and again, but still cautiously asked him, "You...... Still alive? ”

Then, as she stared at her with bated breath, the other party blinked slightly.

He didn't have much hope when he asked that sentence, but his subtle response made Bai Ling overjoyed.

"Do you have a name, then?" She then asked.

The thin lips of the humanoid boy in front of him moved slightly, as if he wanted to open his mouth to answer, but he couldn't make any sound. His numb expression seemed to be vicious for a moment, and finally returned to a pool of stagnant water.

Bai Ling didn't notice this, but was happier. Even though his eyes were still dark, at least the consciousness was still there.

"Can't you speak?" After understanding that he could understand what he was saying, Bai Ling pressed his excitement and comforted, "It's okay, it may be a side effect of the sacrifice, it should be fine after a while." ”

"However, you are my Liu Linglang now, I can't just call you Liu Linglang and Liu Linglang, right?" Bai Ling thought seriously for a moment and said to him, "Hmm, shall I give you a name?" Then she looked at him expectantly, "How about the dawn?" The first light of my life. ”