The demon also imagined that if one day she learned to fly, then she must be like Luan'er, flying all over the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in China, dyeing a touch of glow at the end of the sky and the sea, and then appearing in front of her beloved.

But she never thought that she would suddenly learn to fly in such a situation.

When the spells sent out by the nine-headed Xiangliu swept towards Pu Jia, there was only one thought left in her heart - she was about to lose him.

This thought, like a sharp blade condensed by ice, pierced into her heart fiercely, freezing the hot blood into ice.

It has been less than a year since she and Pu Jia first met, during which she has seen and experienced parting, and has experienced life and death.

But every time, I was so helpless and powerless.

When Pu Jia was trapped in the Dream Pavilion to save herself, thanks to Luan'er's help, she saved Pu Jia's life.

After he was stabbed through the chest by Wang Xiaoyun, it was Mu Yu who appeared in time and dragged himself out of the ghost gate.

He was forced into a desperate situation by Xi, and when he had no way to retreat, Pu Jia came unexpectedly and did not celebrate the eve for himself.

So this time, no matter what the outcome is, he has to face this overwhelming witchcraft with Pu Jia.

The dream bead in his arms lit up suddenly, and the demon took it out and placed it on his chest.

"When you are in danger, remember to carry the dream bead on your chest." The demon still remembered what Pu Jia had told him before leaving. When the dream bead was close to its chest, the demon suddenly felt an unprecedented kindness and warmth, as if it was a part of its body.

A faint blue soft light illuminated the demon's chest, and at the same time, some fragmented images flashed through her mind, and she vaguely saw a brass ancient mirror, and vaguely saw that she had given birth to translucent wings, soaring into the sky.

That's what it's like to fly.

The demon let go of the hand holding Mu Yu, and when Mu Yu reacted, he saw that the demon had dark blue wings behind him, and the dark blue streamer shrouded her body, and the raindrops that fluttered between the heavens and the earth spontaneously bypassed her body, forming a translucent rain curtain around her, like a veil of clothes, like a dream.

The demon stared at Mu Yu with gentle eyes for a moment, and through the rain curtain, Mu Yu recognized her lips: "I'm sorry, little incense." ”

Like a faint blue aurora, like a dancing rain butterfly, she broke through the heavy rain curtain and flew to the arrogant figure not far away, poignant and decisive.

The familiar flight seems to be his innate ability, and the demon never imagined that the flight he dreamed of would be so easy.

If she had known this, she wouldn't have been so embarrassed when she faced the apes and the night.

She heard the mournful cries of Mu Yu and Pu Jia in the wind and rain, the corners of her mouth raised a touch of tenderness, she wanted to turn around and look at Pu Jia again, but the spell summoned by Xiang Liu did not give her this opportunity.

She didn't know if she could use the dream bead to resist all of Xiang Liu's attacks, and even if she couldn't block them all, when these spells fell on Pu Jia's body, at least the power would be weaker.

It's just that at that time, he had already been wiped out under Xiangliu's witchcraft.

The demon suddenly regretted a little, she should have asked Mu Yu a few more words just now, and asked him to find someone to write a book for herself, set up a special book or something, or make an excerpt to commemorate her short and extraordinary life.

She even thought of a few names for excerpts, such as "The Life of the Unlucky Peach Demon", or "The Legend of the Peach Demon".

Thinking of this, the demon regretted it even more. She shouldn't always talk to Mu Yu, she should do everything he wants, so he should be able to say a few good words for herself, and she can't say it if she shapes herself into a legendary banshee who dares to love and hate.

The purple thunder and lightning roared, and the dense rain curtain around the demon was shattered instantly, like a dragon going out to sea, like a giant python coming out of a hole, the thunder and lightning flashed with a cold light, smashing on the dark blue light curtain, bursting out of dazzling white light.

In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, and the universe was eclipsed. The demon beasts in the melee all froze in place, raised their heads, and looked at the vision between heaven and earth with horror on their faces. The soldiers of Zhongzhou City were blinded by the dazzling light and hurriedly closed their eyes.

If it weren't for the rain between the heavens and the earth, which still fell endlessly, all living beings would have become a static ink painting at this moment, the endless white light is the white and flawless painting paper, and the figures of all living beings are the brush and ink outlined.

The demon was also pierced by this white light, and even if he closed his eyes tightly, it was still difficult to prevent a piece of white and flawless crashing into his eye sockets.

The white, like the snow illuminated by the sun, is dazzling.

I don't know how long it took for all living things to regain their color. The dazzling white light dissipated, and the demon tried to open its eyes.

The dream bead on his chest had lost its former luster, and the crack on the surface not only added a few new cracks, but even deepened a lot.

The joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe diluted other emotions, even if Xiang Liu was still standing proudly not far away, glaring angrily, like a demon god who destroyed the world, even if the thousands of demon beasts under him had recovered from the shock and fought again, the demon still turned his head in surprise and looked at Pu Jia behind him.

This time, it was finally no one else who came to save him.

This time, he was finally the one standing in front of him.

The demon met Pu Jia's gaze, his expression changed from shock to shock, and finally to joy and affection that could not be concealed.

Pu Jia flew to the demon in front of the demon on five or five, he trembled and took the demon's hand, and it was difficult to hide the gentleness in his trembling tone.

"Chixia, is that you?"

The demon was like a frightened bird in a panic, she quickly pulled out her hand, she cleared her throat, and pretended to be calm and said: "I have the name of the demon, or you took it." ”

"So the name Chixia, Pu Jia left it to someone else, okay?"

"Of course he knows that you are a demon, but the scene just now made him a little in a trance for a while." Wuwu suddenly opened his mouth to preach.

The demon had never heard the May Five speech before, and now when he heard it speak, there was no trace of shock in the demon's heart, only boundless bitterness, like an endless rain curtain between heaven and earth.

Pu Jia also came back to his senses, his peach-like lips twitched slightly, but he wanted to speak and stopped.

"You, you're okay, you're scared to death!" Mu Yu also drove the peach wood to catch up at this moment, and he looked the demon up and down to make sure that she was unharmed before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, little incense, I'm worried about you." The demon whispered.