Younier watched the flowing fire leave, flying to the person next to her, the last hope was shattered, she thought that the most intimate thing betrayed her like this, and in a fit of anger, she spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

Black Wing watched the altar of the god gradually be surrounded by golden blood mist, almost clenched his fingers, the tears in his eyes were not falling, but the bottom of his heart was like a knife.

The matter of using the altar of the gods, it must not be known to others, the ordinary enchantment can't stop the movement here, only the fall of the gods is supported by spiritual power, looking at the scene on the altar, he almost rushed up regardless of it, stopping Mo Han.

The root of sacrificing to the gods is to make offerings to these ancient gods, and the underworld has always thought that this separation, in principle, is just that Mo Han took a wisp of mortal soul and sacrificed to the Netherworld Holy Spirit, and there would be no problem.

But why is this happening?

The flowing fire finally took the remaining living souls and completely integrated into Mo Yue's body, Mo Han's body was covered with frost, the blood stopped, and the altar slowly returned to its place.

The blood mist dissipated.

Stygian retracted the barrier and rushed to the altar at about the same time as Black Wing.

However, a pair of hands caught Mo Han's crumbling body faster than the two.

It was Mo Yue, she hugged Mo Han, brushed away the ice beads on his hair, kissed Mo Han's forehead with trembling lips, and said with almost inaudible fear: "I'm back, don't leave me." ”

Although Mo Han cleared the memory of Mo Yue's body, however, the soul was scattered first, and it also carried memories, at the moment when the flowing fire entered the body, the soul fused, and Mo Yue remembered a lot of things, not completely, but enough, enough for her to think of Mo Han.

"Yue'er." Mo Hanqiang propped himself up, using the greatest strength of his body to make himself look less weak, and his speech was not so lacking, he touched Mo Yue's hair, and bloomed the gentlest smile in heaven and earth.

Separated here, met here, it seems that everything is back to the beginning.

Black Wing and Stygian Fall quietly retreated with Younier.

Between heaven and earth, only these two people remained.

Mo Han was more than half a head taller than Mo Yue, holding Mo Yue's cheek, bowing his head and touching her forehead, the frost on his body gradually disappeared.

"I miss you so much." Mo Yue hugged Mo Han's waist, closed her eyes, and felt the temperature on her forehead, even if it was cold, it was really touched, even if she closed her eyes, she could clearly portray Mo Han's eyebrows and eyes in her heart.

"Me too." Mo Han said softly, the current Yue'er is alive, it is his Yue'er, remember his Yue'er.

Mo Yue's hand on Mo Han's waist tightened more and more, at the beginning, it was here that Mo Han fell so weakly in her arms, and said to her, forget me, the overflowing golden light, no matter how you can't cover it, almost, almost, she will completely lose Mo Han.

Mo Han hugged Mo Yue back, leaned his chin against her forehead, the blood red in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the blood of the wolf demon was almost irrepressible, and it became calm.

After a long time, Mo Yue raised her head and said, "I want to go to the wooden house." ”

"Okay." Mo Han let go of Mo Yue, looked into her eyes, and agreed.

Mo Yue's eyebrows and eyes bloomed with a beautiful smile, took Mo Han's hand, rubbed it and said coquettishly: "I want you to carry me." ”

"Okay." Mo Han smiled and scratched Moyue's nose.

In the next moment, Mo Han's body turned into a golden fire phoenix, like the most dazzling flame, which crossed the sky and landed beside Mo Yue.