Xiyu only felt that his whole body was full of bone-eating pain, all the way to the bones, blood and even his soul, and his consciousness began to become blurred, confused and blank.

Enduring the extreme pain, Xiyu opened his eyes with great effort, and vaguely, he saw Su Yunran's expression was light, and his slender white and tender little hand was raised slightly, and at that moment, something was slowly pulled out.

The phantom slowly solidified, revealing its original shape.

Xiyu's eyes widened suddenly, and her bloodstained lips laboriously opened, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, only made an intermittent "whine" sound.

Su Yunran glanced lightly at Xiyu, who was dying, and turned his gaze back to the phantom in his hand.

This is Xiyu's soul consciousness, even if he leaves his body, he is still struggling.

Obviously, Xiyu was ready to die, and gave orders to his soul consciousness in advance, just waiting for the moment when he died, leaving his body and escaping from here.

It's a pity that it was discovered by Su Yunran.

As for this soul consciousness, what is the purpose of leaving Xiyu's body?

It's just two.

The first is to reserve the opportunity for his resurrection, and the second is to go back and tell the master of the Holy Snow Gate and let him know that the true face of the seventh lady of the Su family.

However, Xiyu naturally wants to go back.

It's just that what kind of attitude to go back in will be decided by Su Yunran.

The soul sense in his hand was still struggling, Su Yunran tilted his head and looked at it, his thin lips opened lightly, and he slowly spit out two words: "It's really ugly." ”

After speaking, the slender little hand tightened a little, the spiritual power operated, and the blazing flame ignited from the hand, and the bright fire reflected Su Yunran's delicate pale face, between the light and the extinction, the light and the darkness alternated.

I don't know if it's a bright lady or a dark ghost.

Delicate and bewitching.

With mortal danger.

Xiyu's soul consciousness gradually shrank under the blazing flames, and spiritual power poured out.

The soul consciousness that was originally full of vitality just like that, in the flames, turned into nothingness.

Nothing was left.

And Xiyu, who witnessed all this, widened his eyes in horror, his breathing became very short, and red blood continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

Blood trails meander down Xiyu's face, drop by drop, dripping to the ground.

There was not a single sound.

After Xiyu's soul consciousness completely dissipated into nothing, Su Yunran took out a silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped his white little hands, his expression was light, and Gu Jingwubo's eyes were wiped very carefully with a careful and serious expression.

After wiping his hands, Su Yunran threw the silk handkerchief, and as soon as his fingertips were raised, the silk handkerchief ignited a blazing flame, and in a moment, the silk handkerchief turned into nothingness in the flames and disappeared completely.

Then, Su Yunran looked at Xiyu, looking at his unbelievable expression, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to smile: "How do you feel?" ”

Then, Su Yunran chuckled lightly and continued: "I was negligent, you are probably speechless now. ”

Xiyu's breathing gradually became shallow, his originally sharp pupils gradually dilated, and his bloodstained face slowly became stiff, leaving only that hideous and painful expression.

Su Yunran slowly raised a slender finger, pointed it on his pale thin lips, and said coldly: "Remember ······"

"That's what happened to you offending me."

The light voice seemed to be quenched with ice, as if it was a warning from the distant heavenly firmament, heavy and majestic, full of the breath of the superior, vast and distant, but it was like that, close at hand.

"Still."

Su Yunran pursed her thin lips and smiled slowly, "You don't have to worry. ”

"You won't be alone."

In Xiyu's questioning gaze, Su Yunran said faintly, "The people in the Holy Snow Gate will come to accompany you." ”

"And ······"

Su Yunran put his hand in front of him, as if he was carefully looking at the blood vessels on it, and his tone was very casual, but there was a momentum that made people believe.

"It won't be long."

When the words fell, Xiyu slowly closed his eyes, his hands hung down weakly, and his blood-covered body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

"It won't be long."

"None of you will escape."

"This palace, here, swear."