Mo Yue subconsciously went to help, and her hand touched her brother's arm, and her figure suddenly appeared.

"You'er, You'er." Candlelight grabbed Mo Yue's hand and refused to let go: "I knew you were here, You'er, don't leave me, don't leave my brother." ”

Li'er struggled to get up on the ground, watching the two brothers and sisters meet, with a lonely expression, master, the person you have in mind is here, and you don't need me anymore.

"Brother, I'm here." Mo Yue helped Candlelight back to the wheelchair, shook his hand, and said softly, "Brother, don't worry, I won't leave." ”

Candlelight looked at Mo Yue's cheeks greedily, after not seeing him for a long time, his You'er became beautiful again, and the beauty was breathtaking.

Beauty? Candlelight woke up instantly, and he hurriedly touched the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands, carried the wheelchair on his back, and then buried his head deep in his knees.

"You'er, let's go, I don't want to see you, I look like this, I'm afraid of scaring you." The muffled voice of the candlelight pierced out, with sorrow.

Mo Yue closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hiding the tears in his eyes, his brother, once so proud, so high, but now, he has become a cripple, and he is bound by the spell of the gods, I am afraid that life is better than death.

"Brother, it's okay, I'll save you, I'll untie your spell, you'll be fine soon." Mo Yue put her hands on Candle Zhao's shoulders and slowly straightened his body.

Candlelight held the hand on Mo Yue's shoulder, like holding a life-saving straw, and his strength was so great that he couldn't crush the other party's hand bones.

Mo Yue didn't break free, let the candle shine and hold it, now her brother, even if he tried his best, he couldn't hurt her at all, it was just pain, and pain could also make people sober.

"Sister, if I do something unreasonable to break the spell, will you forgive me?" Candlelight asked cautiously.

"Brother, you are the sun candle, the holy spirit of the sky, and you are gracious, even if you are down, you will not forget your mission, so I believe in you and will not do anything against the principles of heaven." Mo Yue turned Candlelight's wheelchair to herself, then half-squatted down and looked at Candlelight, and said, "Brother, don't joke with me now, I'll untie the spell for you first." ”

"Yes, my brother is joking with you." After listening to Candlelight, the expression under the mask turned into ice, and he couldn't turn back when he stumbled into hatred for eternity.

Li'er, who was standing on the side, heard Mo Yue say that she wanted to untie the spell, her lips opened slightly, and she didn't open her mouth after all.

Mo Yue's hand glowed with a faint blue light, attached to the candle mask, the golden light on the mask gradually dimmed, just when Mo Yue thought that he was going to succeed, those golden lights seemed to suddenly come alive, just like when Candle Zhao wanted to tear off the mask in the past, violently twisted.

Candlelight snorted in pain.

The power in Mo Yue's hand increased, and she suppressed the golden light again, but she didn't dare to make the next move.

Who is it who has the ability to cast a spell on the Holy Spirit of Candlelight, and who is so ruthless, with the curse of life, the effect is even greater, and the price is that once the spell is lifted, the person who casts the spell will definitely die.

The person who casts the curse must be extremely confident, because the person who resolves the curse must be higher than the cultivation of the person who is under the curse, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

After Mo Yue calmed down the golden light, she withdrew her spiritual power, so as not to accidentally hurt the candlelight,

"Brother, there is only one person in this world who is above you and me in cultivation." Mo Yue thought for a moment, and said the "culprit" of this matter in a determined tone.