The man hugged her very skillfully, and did not touch her injuries at all, but he held her firmly in his arms, as if he had a lost treasure.

…… She felt dizzy in her head, a feeling that she was about to fall into the abyss, and her hands and feet were cold, as if her soul was gradually pulling away from this body and about to fly away.

She tried to keep her eyes open, lest she would never be able to open them again, and she would sink into eternal darkness.

Can't die! She desperately told herself in her heart.

I don't know the specific news of the great god yet, so she shouldn't set foot on Huangquan Road with regrets......

Although her eyes were wide open, her eyes were frequently blackened, and everything was blurry.

All she could see was clusters of light, barely color-indistinguishable, leaping and fro in front of her eyes, dreamlike......

Who saved her?

The first thing she thought of was the Great God, and the moment she fell into the other party's arms, she even whispered: "Great God! ”

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it made the arms that held her stiffen slightly.

And she knew it wasn't at this moment......

Not the feeling of a great god!

The great god will not run away with her, and if he really comes back, he will use iron-blooded means to deal with Wumo......

Who would that be? Who could save her from Wumo so easily?

She couldn't see clearly, her nose couldn't even smell, and all her senses seemed to lose their effect so quickly that she couldn't tell who was saving her.

However, at this time, no matter who saved her, it was better than dying in the hands of Wu Mo.

The pain in her heart was unpleasant, and her body couldn't help but move.

"Momo, don't move!" A voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Ning Xuemo's body stiffened suddenly, and her eyes, which were about to close, widened again.

Snow clothes! It's actually Xue Yilan!

God, she fell into his hands, it would be better to die!

Maybe it was because her suddenly wide-eyed eyes were seen by him, and Xue Yilan's arm tightened slightly: "Momo, don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again." His voice was magnetic and gentle, as soft as a stream that melts in March.

Where does Ning Xuemo believe it? In his hands, she always felt that she couldn't do anything......

She was in a hurry, her eyes were dark, and she fainted completely.

……

She had another dream.

In the dream, she directly turned into a woman named Xueyi Mo and met a man from the demon world at night, and the man urged her to move faster and showed her a mirror.

In the mirror, Xue Yilan's breath was dying, and her face was as pale as a ghost, and the man told her that Xue Yilan still had half a month to live, and if she didn't get that thing again, Xue Yilan would be gone.

The demon world man then left, and Xue Yimo turned around and went back, combing in front of the mirror with a heavy heart.

Shen Jiuli appeared behind her, skillfully combed her hair and dressed her, saw her absent-minded appearance, and asked her what was on her mind.

Xue Yimo turned around and threw himself into his arms, arched his chest like a child, and then asked him jokingly: "Jiuli, how much do you like me?" ”

Shen Jiuli looked at her with lowered eyes and rubbed her head with his hands: "Every time you are coquettish to this seat, you just want something." Say, what do you want now? ”

Xue Yimo blinked, tapped his chest with his fingers, and said confidently: "I want your heart, do you give it to me?" ”

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