In the house, in the end, only two people remained, Feng Xie and Luo Mingling. He looked at her calm face and reached out to brush the broken hair from his forehead. His eyes were tinged with a faint blue, soft and slightly doting.

Wind Demon wrapped his left hand around her waist and lifted her up, allowing her to lean against her chest. Eyes slightly closed, the blue in the eyes thickened. With his right hand in front of him, he casually pinched a magic decision. The law is invisible, but the spiritual power is visible, and the light blue light is like a firefly in the night, dragging a long tail, fluttering, winding, and levitating......

Time, a long time passed, and the wind evil sat motionless, squinting, as if asleep......

The two of them leaned quietly together, and countless streamers gradually lingered and weaved together, and slowly, it seemed to become a huge cocoon! If it weren't for the slight weirdness, this scene was actually really beautiful.

The cocoon has been formed. In the pale blue shell, the wind demon coughed lightly twice, and finally opened the blue eyes engraved with soul marks. The soul mark was still the same as the leaf vein, but the blue soul mark was not so obvious in Zhan Lan's eyes.

With the force of her left hand, the wind evil turned around Yu Mingling's body, so that she could face herself. With her right hand, she forced out a spirit needle and slowly stabbed it into the back of her head.

She's been asleep for too long, and her lives have long since been lost. Six days have passed since she cut off her heart to today. If it weren't for the wind evil, the blood of the origin that would have become unfinished would have fallen long ago.

There was barely much consciousness left in this body, and the only way to grasp the remaining ones was to forcibly open a gap. He wants to see her eyes, and he wants to peek into her soul through the window of her eyes.

The speed at which the spirit needle enters is really slow. Because he was too weak, the wind demon had to be careful.

The pale blue light gradually subsided, and Luo Mingling's bright eyes finally opened, but she was still awake......

Mingling, wake up......

A familiar voice, like coming from out of the sky......

In a dark and empty place, Luo Mingling raised his head and looked at the sky......

Mingling, wake up......

The voice was getting closer and closer, but Luo Mingling couldn't find it. She felt a little dizzy, unable to concentrate on discerning the source of the sound. But even so, she had tried to find it, as if it were an instinct.

"Wind Evil, Wind Evil, where are you ......?"

A soft voice came from her fluttering body, softer than before.

She couldn't care about it now, and she couldn't think of what her voice should be, she just wanted to find the voice of the wind evil that was getting closer and closer. Wind Evil was the only thing she could remember. She remembered his voice, remembered his appearance, remembered that she had been stupid and never left her.

But where did the wind evil go, I obviously followed it closely......

Luo Mingling stumbled along, looking for ......

In that vague space......

She seemed to pass by a puddle of water, but she floated past like a goose feather. It was as if she had gone to a palace and had been pierced with a sharp weapon without any damage. She walked around a lot, but she couldn't remember it at all.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of the wind evil was getting closer and closer. I don't know how long it took for Luo Mingling to finally discover the wind evil. It was a back that looked like him and didn't look like him, taller, thinner, colder, more arrogant.

"Is that you, Wind Evil?"

Luo Mingling shouted from afar and staggered over. She opened her hands and wanted to hug them, but she didn't catch anything. Like fishing for the moon in the water, the back suddenly dispersed, floating away like catkins, and drifted away towards a red shadow in the distance.

"Wind Evil...... Wind Evil ......"

Luo Mingling shouted anxiously, trying to catch up, but the more she chased, the faster the shadow flew......

I don't know how long she chased, but she finally lost her strength, and fell straight towards the void space below......

She was a little tired, so she closed her eyes, but at this moment, the voice, the familiar voice of the wind evil, came again......

"Mingling, wake up, you can't sleep!"

He's coming, he's coming for me......

Her bright eyes suddenly opened, and they didn't look like they were normal, and they didn't look exactly like them!

Her soul, engraved on her soul, is not what it used to be!

Compared to the real body of the past, this soul faintly exudes an imperial aura that originates from the bloodline!

Noble and noble, cold and ......

This is her, this is who she is......

The world of consciousness is ethereal, but it is extremely real. Wind Evil believes in what the soul sees more than what the eye sees. In Luo Mingling's consciousness, he saw not only the past Luo Mingling, but also the back that she had experienced, which was very similar to herself.

It turns out that we really have seen and known......

In Luo Mingling's consciousness, she saw Feng Xie laughing inexplicably, some happy, some sad, and some self-deprecating......

"Let's go......"

As he spoke, the wind evil leaned over, grabbed her, and broke through the sky.

At this moment, the light blue spirit cocoon suddenly flickered, and the streamers that formed the spirit cocoon broke down one by one, and in an instant, the dazzling light bloomed, rushing towards Luo Mingling's body. At the same time, Feng Evil's eyes that had been dull for a long time lit up again, and the vein-like soul mark in his eyes suddenly peeled off, rushing into the eyes of Luo Mingling on the opposite side.

The soul seal, in, and then out, but in a moment, it returned to the eyes of the wind evil. But just for this moment, just like being cloned and copied, a soul mark also appeared in Luo Mingling's eyes, a similar but incomplete soul mark.

Wind Evil's soul mark is blue, and Yu Mingling's soul mark is yellow, the same as her favorite bright yellow shirt......

Soul after soul and seal with seal, only in this way can the soul and consciousness of the scattered soul and consciousness of the Ming Ming be reunited, but just like the wind evil divides its own origin blood, the soul seal connection also needs to extract the power of his own soul.

Souls can be recovered, and lost lives can be replenished. The price or something, the wind evil doesn't care at all. He wants Luo Mingling to be well, and if possible, he can even save Dongfang Xiao at a greater price. He wanted them to live well.

Just when the soul seal returned to the eye of the wind demon, or the runic light that bloomed from the soul seal was retracted, the wind demon's long black hair was slowly turning white, but he didn't have the time or heart to care, because what the soul needed was not only soul reunion, but also life.

The intangible, something that normal people can't grasp at all, is precisely the foundation of survival. It is a thread, a mass of gas, and a sea of stars......

Except for the wind evil, there are no more than ten people in the world who can catch that thing, and most of them are "god operators" who can measure and calculate but can't cure them.

Wind Evil can catch anyone's life, and in his eyes, it is a tangled silk thread that cannot find a head. Most of the people he'd seen had their lives like this, except his own.

There was a celestial calculator who said that his life was hard, and he believed it, because other people's lives were a ball, and his life was a ball, and it was a real one. There may be a difference in species between the two, just as the demon race and the human race are not the same. Still, he believed that his life was hard. After all, he was abandoned since he was a child, and he survived when he was thrown into a forest full of poisonous miasma monsters.