After Xiaoxiaoli fell, she still persevered, staggered and continued to run towards the shore.

It's been a long time, and I haven't noticed it.

Xiao Xiaoli finally ran to Yuan Yiyi's side, and there was nowhere to put her palms and feet, so she had to lie on top of the light and fluttering clothes.

He cried out loud in grief, and the water on the riverbank rippled ten thousand feet high with the cry of Xiaoxiaomi, and the huge water mist trapped the black fog and the white devil on the bank of the river, unable to move.

Black Mist stood beside the White Devil very unwillingly, and slowly stretched out one hand, with a strong affection and longing.

The face that can't see the expression is still so handsome and profound, into the blade and into the bones, and the coldness engraved in the bones is not reduced back then.

The white devil was stunned for a moment, staring at the black mist, and there was an indissoluble grudge in his eyes.

I didn't expect that after tens of millions of years, I could still meet this wrongdoer who abandoned him.

It's a pity that it's too late now.

Yes, from the moment he was seduced by beauty and abandoned himself, everything could never be recovered.

The white devil's warm eyes became more and more determined, even with a little coldness.

The lingering affection, perceiving this coldness, instantly transformed the momentum.

Crazy demons, always crazy.

Obviously, the black fog at this moment once again fell into the boundless darkness of self-blame and guilt.

It's himself, it's himself who has finished off his demon clan with his own hands.

It's yourself, if you were at the beginning, if, but it's too late to say anything.

Yes, the white devil has also become a demon, and after all, it is not my race.

No one who is not of my race should remain in this world.

They should taste the same pain as themselves, the pain of thousands of years of hard work in vain, the pain that pierces the bones and the heart.

The black fog gradually dispersed, helplessly blocked by the raging river, unable to return to the surface of the river, the huge black mass spread out on the bank, and the black ghostly palms attacked towards the white devil who was bright but cold.

All the attention was on the white devil, and naturally he didn't notice the fierce magic in the distance.

is rushing towards the shore with a crazy momentum.

Straight in the direction of the black fog, without the slightest offset.

The white devil closed his eyes in some pain, and waved a fierce light with one hand, entangled with the black mist.

Perhaps, I can finally be free.

Stygian Ice, who has brought infinite pain to himself, is also a good choice to leave with him.

Black Mist and White Devil fought in one place again, Black Mist took a step back, and White Devil went further.

The White Devil took a step back, the Black Mist went further, and the two sides seemed to be doing a tug-of-war, pulling the rope to hell with all their strength towards the opposite side.

The powerful magic power was close to his cheeks, and the white devil finally noticed it, and subconsciously blocked it in front of the black mist, and the fragrance of jasmine floated in the air.

Black Mist hurriedly spun around, trying to block the thick oppressive force.

However, after all, it was a step too late, and the demon looked at the gradually fading figure in shock, unable to suppress his emotions, holding his head in his hands, squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

The palm that was slightly stretched out became dull at the same time, and the palm that was originally as crystal as jade instantly turned into a dead branch in the autumn wind.

The white color quickly crawled through the demon's head from the ends of the hair, and the roots of the hair gradually dried up, and under the rain, it quickly fell to the ground.

The mask gradually peeled off, revealing a broad and generous face.

Wrinkles began to spread from the corners of the eyes, and the entire cheeks seemed to dry up in an instant.

The demon wanted to go to the shore to find the figure of the white devil, and wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time, and he couldn't move a bit.

The withered face is becoming more and more vicissitudes, and the gray figure is about to merge with the gray-black earth.

The black mist was instantly cut in half by the sharp slashing wind, and the mist holding the white devil was still swirling.

only to find that the more I wanted to hold it, the faster the transparent body of the white devil corroded.

It turns out that we can't hug each other anymore.

Together, it just hurts each other.

Just like at the beginning, the two monsters who didn't trust each other ended up at both ends of the fork.

It turned out that in the end, they still couldn't be together.

Even death can't keep two youkai together.

The black mist gradually dissipated, and what the demon couldn't save with all his strength was the softest beauty and longing in his heart.

The faint scent of jasmine wafted in the air, and the black mist on the riverbank could no longer be found.

In the distance, the sky seemed to be split in half by the demon, and the clouds were so thick that they dispersed.

The golden light, with a little sigh, slowly sprinkled down from behind the clouds.

The river shimmered, and everything seemed to be a good fighter.

Xiao Xiaoli cried in despair, holding Yuan Yiyi's remaining emerald robe tightly in his arms, with an indissoluble pain and solemnity on his face.

With a simple and innocent face, with nowhere to vent anger and helplessness, the clothes in his arms changed shape, and the folds were rubbed in Xiaoxiaomi's arms.

A sparkling multicolored pearl fell from the suspended robe, rolled and rolled, and rolled to the calm face of Si Di.

The moist earth has not erased the color of the pearl.

The sun shines on the multicolored pearls, and layers of dazzling luster emanate from the surface of the pearls.

The sparkling light gathers in the core of the pearl.

If you look closely, you can see the cleanest and most thorough core of the pearl core, without a trace of impurities, clean like six-sided snowflake petals falling from the clouds.

Si Di's robe was slightly open, and his messy hair was scattered on the ground.

A gust of wind blew gently, and the seemingly heavy pearls rolled lightly, burrowing into the cuffs embroidered with gold threads.

The calm after the chaos was not noticed by anyone.

A young leaf rose from the moist soil on the bank of the river and sprouted.

In the warm summer, the green shoots are delicate and lovely, with the tenderness and beauty of yearning for all things and caring for all things.

The ethereal voice of a young child sounded on the bank of the river.

"Stygian Ice, let's go kite flying!"

There was a vague figure of a boy under the big tree, holding a yellow bamboo slip in his hand, with a solemn and stern expression.

"Don't go!"

The two leaves of the seedlings jumped happily, and in the sunlight, as if dancing, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves became an ensemble.

The lovely voice of boredom sounded again, and the girl was already taller than the flowers on the ground.

"Stygian Ice, let's go pick the fruit. ”

The same cold voice, with a hint of reluctance, and some imperceptible shyness.

"Don't go!"

Gently appreciating the girl's eyes, the boy continued to look at the bamboo slip in his hand, and his preoccupied appearance was more noble.

The appearance of a little adult, in the eyes of a girl, is incomparably real and cute.

The towering trees, from the place where the demon left, stand upright, and the sunlight shines through the emerald green branches and leaves, revealing a little coolness and thoughtfulness.

A lovely voice came from the riverbank.

"Take me one, I'll go, I'll go. ”

The girl turned her head, but saw nothing.

"I'm here, here. ”

There was another voice, and the little boy under the tree had already darkened his face, but he didn't say a word, just pursed his lips.

A golden carp jumped up from under the clear water, and its golden scales were shining brighter and brighter by the sun.