The man hugged her very skillfully, and did not touch her wounds at all, but he held her firmly in his arms, as if he had been holding a lost treasure.??

...She felt dizzy in her mind, and she felt like she was about to fall into the abyss, and her hands and feet were cold, as if her soul was gradually pulling away from this body and was about to fly away.

She tried her best to open her eyes, fearing that once she closed it, she would never be able to open it again and would sink into permanent darkness.

Can't die! She told herself desperately in her heart.

I don’t know the specific news about the great god yet, so she should not set foot on the underworld with regrets...

Although she opened her eyes wide, her eyes were often dark, and everything was blurry.

All she saw was a cluster of light, almost unable to tell the color of light, jumping in front of her eyes, like a dream and a fantasy...

Who saved her?

The first thing she thought of was the great god. The moment she fell into the other person's arms, she even yelled softly: "Great God!"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it made the embrace holding her froze slightly.

And she knew it wasn't...

Not the feeling of a great god!

The great god would not take her away. If he really came back, he would use iron-blooded means to deal with Wumo...

Who could that be? Who could rescue her from Wumo so easily?

She couldn't see things clearly now, and her nose couldn't even smell it. All her senses seemed to lose their effectiveness very quickly, making her unable to judge who was the one who saved her.

However, no matter who saved her at this time, it was better than dying at Wu Mo's hands.

Her heart hurt so much that she couldn't help but move.

"Momo, don't move!" A voice suddenly sounded from her ears.

Ning Xuemo's body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes that were about to close were wide open again.

Xue Yilan! It’s actually Xue Yilan!

God, she fell into his hands, it would be better than death!

Perhaps he saw her suddenly with big eyes, Xue Yilan's arms tightened slightly: "Momo, don't be afraid, I will never hurt you any more." His voice was magnetically gentle, as soft as the stream that melted in March.

Where did Ning Xuemo believe it? She always felt that she couldn't do it in his hands...

She felt anxious, her eyes darkened, and she completely fainted.

...

She had another dream.

In the dream, she turned into a woman named Xue Yimo and met a man in the Demon World at night. The man urged her to act faster and showed her a mirror.

Xue Yilan was dying in the mirror, her face pale like a ghost. The man told her that Xue Yilan still has half a month of life. If she couldn't get that thing again, Xue Yilan would be scattered.

The man in the Demon Realm then left, Xue Yimo turned around and returned, and dressed up in front of the mirror with great worries.

Shen Jiuli appeared behind her, skillfully combing her hair and dressing up. Seeing her absent-minded look, he asked her what she was worried about.

Xue Yimo turned around and threw herself into his arms, arched her chest like a child, and then asked him jokingly: "Jiuli, how much do you like me?"

Shen Jiuli looked at her down and rubbed her head with his hands: "Every time you act coquettishly towards me, you just want something. Tell me, what do you want now?"

Xue Yimo blinked and pointed his chest with his finger, saying with confidence: "I want your heart, will you give it to me?"
Chapter completed!