My vision was blurry, and I felt a little floating under my feet.

I pierced her chest last time, and this time I made her come back.

But I'm not her, and I don't have that perverted resilience.

I struggled to raise my hand and grabbed her arm.

"I have personally experienced the methods of the Yin family, and I finally survived until your father died, and I must not let you grow up."

Dong Chengxiang showed a cruel smile on her face.

"Ahem!"

A few mouthfuls of dirty blood coughed up from my mouth and splashed on the back of Dong Chengxiang's hand.

I reached for the tattoo that had already been pierced, rubbed it gently, and whispered in my heart: If I don't help, I'm really going to burp.

Dong Chengxiang said that every tricky pet has a spirit, and that hairpin is naturally no exception.

I can guess that the spirit of the hairpin is most likely unwilling to communicate with me.

In other words, she didn't like me at all, so she didn't bother to pay attention to me.

I don't understand why the old man left me such a cold pet.

Now I can only gamble on whether this hairpin will sit idly by in the face of my death.

I've tried to ask her for help, but I don't know if she can help me.

After my father's death, these pets were set free to some extent.

The body comes first, and then the spirit is the pet.

At this stage, I don't have the ability to control them, and naturally I am not the new owner of them.

Everything can only depend on her mood.

After a while, nothing unusual happened, and Dong Chengxiang smiled.

She pulled out her arm, ignored the crumbling me, and began to walk towards the mourning hall.

There was Zheng Qian'er's corpse, a corpse that she had been raising with her heart and mouth for five years and had been completely contaminated with the breath of a fallen dragon.

Dong Chengxiang doesn't care about his own body.

It was just a big loach in a water tank.

What she wants to live is to be truly alive, not to be watched and played with at random like an ornament.

Only half of what Qin Yu said was true, Zheng Qian'er's corpse needed to be raised.

But she doesn't want to turn into a Jiao, she just wants to give up a body, and truly live in this world as a free body.

Dong Chengxiang's pace is getting faster and faster, from strolling to running.

After a moment, she suddenly stopped.

Because, no matter how much she found herself running, the mourning hall that was close at hand would never be out of reach.

"Why!"

Dong Chengxiang realized something, and roared hoarsely.

She turned around, her face full of unwillingness.

In my blurred vision, I saw a woman, a woman in a green dress, floating in front of me with her back to me.

The dress is simple and gorgeous, and the woman's back is graceful, even if you can't see her face, but it is enough to make people fascinated.

Even if her target wasn't mine, her coercion suffocated me a little.

"Heh, it's finally here."

I struggled to pull out a small smile.

"Why! You're a pet, too! You know what it's like to be controlled! Yin San is dead! Why make a wedding dress for his descendants! Why! Don't you want to live freely! ”

Dong Chengxiang's face gradually distorted, and she roared desperately.

The woman ignored her question at all, stretched out a white and tender hand, and shook it weakly, and the five white nails were particularly conspicuous.

Compared to my nails, women's nails appear warmer and have a soft sheen.

With the woman's movements, Dong Chengxiang, who was ten meters away, instantly flashed in front of her uncontrollably.

Shrinking the ground into inches?

My pupils shrank suddenly.

What the hell is this treacherous pet coming about?

A faint blue aura poured out, trapping it in the middle, and Dong Chengxiang let out an unwilling roar.

Then a slender figure was pulled from her and hovered in front of the woman.

The dragon-like body was too obvious, and it was the fallen dragon spirit.

"Please spare me! I promise not to come back, the descendants of the Yin family have nothing to do with me from now on! ”

The fallen dragon spirit pleaded.

The woman just moved her fingers, and several deep wounds that could be seen appeared on the body of the fallen dragon spirit.

It let out a scream, then writhed desperately to heal its wounds.

Its self-healing ability, I have seen it with my own eyes, even if it is just attached to Dong Chengxiang's body, it can make the fatal wound recover immediately.

But the place where the woman cut it was didn't show any signs of healing.

"Tsk."

The woman looked down at her hand and snorted dissatisfiedly, as if she was not satisfied with the power of the attack.

Cold sweat was already pouring out of my back.

This hairpin is so fierce, but fortunately I haven't done anything to displease her, otherwise...

I shudder at the thought of the consequences.

"Please! Don't kill me! I am willing to return to the body and continue to be Yin Xiaofei's pet! ”

The Fallen Dragon Spirit was clearly aware of the seriousness of the matter, and retreated to the next best thing, as long as he could guarantee that he would not die.

The woman was visibly impatient, and the cry of the fallen dragon spirit for mercy was nothing more than the noise of ants to her.

The light blue aura became a little thicker again, enveloping the fallen dragon spirit in it, constantly compressing and compressing.

In the faint scream of the dragon, the fallen dragon spirit was completely crushed.

The pale blue aura faded, and only a dark red scale remained in place.

"My clothes are torn..."

The woman's muttering reached my ears.

It was the first time I had heard her voice.

It was a pleasant voice, but it had a majesty that no one dared to take offense.

Torn clothes?

I was stunned.

Only then did I remember that when Dong Chengxiang pierced my chest just now, he also pierced the tattoo on my chest.

No wonder in the face of the fallen dragon spirit's repeated begging for mercy, the woman didn't even have the interest to answer.

That's too much grudge, isn't it?

I bowed my head and slandered in my heart.

As soon as the thought came out, a cold feeling suddenly enveloped my whole body.

I hurriedly scolded the fallen dragon spirit in my heart for not having long eyes, and after a while, the cold feeling on my body slowly faded.

Looking up again, the woman was gone.

The feeling of suffocation also slowly subsided.

The dark red scale was floating in front of me.

Since the woman left this thing, it was obviously left to me.

Reaching out, the scale sank into my palm.

As my body absorbed it, I immediately felt a surge of breath all over my body and a strange itch in my chest.

When I opened my clothes, I saw that the terrible wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken right arm was no longer painful, but my body was also evacuated at the same speed.

When the wound is completely gone, the tattoo on the woman's chest becomes very blurred.

This means that the resentment I have absorbed has been consumed almost to the bottom.

After checking it, the remaining grievances were only enough to sustain my life for three weeks!

"Fallen dragons are known for their near-immortal vitality, and this time, you seem to have picked up a treasure."

Behind him, Bai Ning's somewhat trembling voice came.

Turning her head, her eyes revealed a strong longing.

I suddenly remembered the note my father had left behind.

Don't trust Bai Ning too much!