The scale in her heart was wavering. Shen Wuyu understood that human hearts are biased, so she had to do something to stop it.
Then, a weak sob broke out:
"Sir... I don't... I don't want to... I don't want to leave you..."
Her little hand slowly withdrew from his waist as if in fear, and timidly grasped the corner of his clothes behind him. Both her tone and those small movements showed her helplessness, timidity and fearful dependence.
Seeing that he was unmoved, she rested her head on his back again. His thin muscles gave her a headache. Even through several layers of clothing, she could still feel the smooth curves of his back and his sturdy waist.
Such people can indeed easily give people a sense of security.
It’s a pity that Shen Wuyou is not one of them.
Her head leaned against his back, her dark eyes hidden in a blind spot, cold and dark, flickering with a flickering light...
The tone was completely different, fragile and pitiful, with tears wailing:
"Sir... I will die if I leave you... I'm so scared... Wuuuuu..."
So, can you bear to see me die?
As he said, you should know how precious an excellent furnace is, right?
Looking down, the silver chain on her ankle was very eye-catching, and the cold light seemed to have covered her eyes with a thin layer of ice.
A vermilion dot pierced out of the slender fingertip, and the blood dyed the white fingertip red, gorgeous and enchanting, and slowly seeped out round blood beads with bright and attractive color.
It suddenly fell into a dark and narrow corner, disappearing into the soil...
Shen Wuyou felt it seriously, but after a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and felt a chill in his heart.
No more...
Not a single plant seed is left...
The fire just now had penetrated into the ground, freezing the remaining ancient seeds into slag, leaving no possibility of resurrection...
This method didn't work, so Shen Wuyou focused his attention on his fingers again, but the difference this time was that the bright red blood gradually seeped into the Demon Lord's clothes.
She didn't know if this method would work, but it was better to fight in despair than to accept death peacefully.
Feeling the drop of blood gradually seeping into the layer of clothing, almost touching the Demon Lord's skin, her heart was extremely nervous. She nervously controlled her blood flow to the less sensitive corner, and then suddenly exerted force in her hand -
"Master... please don't abandon me, okay... wuwuwu... I will stay with you obediently... and never leave your side..."
The force was so great that the man in front of him was caught off guard and a strange emotion flashed in his indifferent eyes.
In a moment, his face became cold and hard, his voice was steady, and he exuded the majesty of a king. The oppressive voice slowly came -
"Only she can't."
What? !
Shen Wuyou, who had acted recklessly out of fear, was about to inject the blood into the wound that was about to heal when he suddenly heard this sound...
Suddenly, his eyes froze, his movements froze, and his mind kept thinking about that sentence -
【Only she can’t. 】
This deep, steady, mellow voice suddenly came, like a crystal clear drop of water, warm and refreshing, and like a sharp arrow piercing her heart, the calm lake surface was inevitably rippled...
Can't...
very nice...
Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the indescribable strange feeling in her heart made her unable to figure it out for a moment, so she naturally attributed it to her value as the cauldron that saved herself.
Her chaotic thoughts left her at a loss as to what to do. Suddenly, she remembered that the drop of blood was still flowing. With a sudden recollection, she forcibly recalled the blood and disappeared into the ground...
Yes, since the danger has already been exposed, there is no need to do these things that may cause misunderstandings...
Yes, that's right...
Yes...
So she unconsciously smiled, buried her head tightly in the man's back, and waited quietly for his next words.
Her mood became cheerful and relaxed, but the young man was not happy. He raised a sinister smile with inexhaustible anger and suddenly laughed loudly. The laughter was ferocious and terrifying, but it also made people feel doubly desolate.
"Bhagavan, I knew it! I knew it! If you hadn't harbored evil intentions long ago, how could my parents have died?! Hahahaha - I knew it!
"Three hundred years, you can still endure it!
"You wait! Just wait!
He suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes were bloodshot, he gnashed his teeth, and solemnly and viciously uttered a cruel word -
"Bhagavan, one day, I will defeat you and avenge the death of my parents!
"One year, two years, a hundred years, a thousand years... one day I will catch up with you! Surpass you! Defeat you! And finally... kill you!"
Bhagavan's expression remained unchanged, his deep eyes were as indifferent as usual, he raised the corner of his lips as if he did not care, and slowly uttered:
"good."
good?
What did the Demon Lord mean by this? Allowing the other party to grow recklessly and then kill him?
Shen Wuyou doesn't quite understand...
Although the arrogant young man in front of him was a little irritable and easily angered, it was undeniable that he did have the capital to be arrogant.
Even she, an outsider who had just traveled through time, could sense the boy's natural talent and aptitude. He was definitely a rare genius in cultivation that only appears once in a century.
Although she didn't know why he was still stuck at the fifth level of the Xuan Realm despite having such enviable qualifications, she believed that as long as he found the right opportunity, this young man would definitely be able to leave everyone behind and soar into the sky!
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