CH 87.1

A man wearing a black tuxedo stood on top of the tower, holding the secret treasure of the human race that he had just obtained.

Bai Lixin stood at the bottom of the tower, looking up at him.

The man hidden in the clouds looked on with dreamy hazy feelings.

The young man was here, but he was like the moon reflected in the water, like a dream.

When Bai Lixin looked up at Dijia, Dijia was also looking back at him.

The three-headed dog lay down on the side to sleep after sending them here, and the air was quiet.

Dijia slowly spoke: “How many days until you have to leave?”

Bai Lixin’s eyes were as warm as water, and his voice was like a trickling stream: “Two days.”

He knew they had a short time together, but only two days were left?

Dijia was slightly stunned, and then he let out a long sigh of relief: “I will definitely protect you until you get out of here.”

Although it was short, a few days were enough.

The young man was just a passerby who entered this world by mistake, he didn’t belong here and he had his own way to go after all.

The only thing he could do now was to protect him.

“Dijia”, Bai Lixin’s voice reached Dijia’s ears through the light clouds, “Trust me, we will meet again.”

Dijia was stunned. He was about to ask Bai Lixin what he meant by this statement, when he suddenly saw a whirlwind flashing behind Bai Lixin at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared behind Bai Lixin.

The feminine young man appeared behind Bai Lixin, and his sharp claws immediately stabbed at Bai Lixin’s neck.

The air instantly stagnated.

The Emperor was about 180 cm tall and was a little shorter than Bai Lixin.

He looked up at the man standing at the top of the tower, the hazy clouds obscured the man’s figure, so he could not see his face

There are two of them? Who was the man of destiny?

The Emperor spoke coldly to Dijia: “Come down.”

Dijia leapt down from the tower with his hands behind his back and landed across from Bai Lixin and the Emperor, only ten steps away from the two.

He examined the distance between the two sides. He could reach the other end in an instant and save Bai Lixin.

How dare this man put his sharp claws on Bai Lixin’s neck, he was courting death.

Dijia’s eyes grew colder and colder, and just as he was about to act, he saw Bai Lixin open his mouth at him wordlessly.

Take it easy.

The sharp claws on his neck had turned back into sharp and withered bones. Dijia frowned at the Heavenly Emperor behind Bai Lixin, his tone cold as the frost, “Let him go.”

At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor finally got a good look at Dijia’s face and he hesitated for a moment. “You, it’s you? Haven’t you already come to this copy before? Can one go to the same copy twice?”

Bai Lixin’s body abruptly tensed up, and his pupils contracted along with him.

Already came to this copy?

Repeat entry?

He actually knew Dijia who had once been a player!

The Emperor did not notice the change in Bai Lixin’s expression as he tilted his head over to look at Dijia in the distance.

“No, that’s not right, you’re not him, who the hell are you?”

Dijia’s figure slowly changed, his black tuxedo turned into a pitch-black vestment, his limbs began to stretch rapidly, and his features also changed.

The man who was in human form a moment ago had turned into an Undead.

Dijia: “Do you recognize me in this appearance?”

The Emperor froze for a moment and his expression became even more astonished, “How could it be you? My good disciple Dijia? Why did you turn into him?”

The red flames in Dijia’s beast head slowly turned a dark blue: “It really is you, I saw you die with my own eyes back then, why didn’t you die?”

Dijia’s question pulled back the Emperor’s thoughts. He looked Dijia up and down with a frown and his mouth kept muttering, “What’s going on, what’s going on?”

After a few seconds, he responded to Dijia’s question indifferently, “I was already dead, what’s so strange about faking my death.”

“If you are Dijia, then he is the one who is destined to die.” The Emperor’s malicious and sinister pure white eyes fell on Bai Lixin’s face. His sharp nails grazed on the other party’s neck, and the delicate white skin immediately sank a little.

It seemed like he could penetrate this fragile neck if he pushed a little harder.

“But you’re so beautiful,” the Emperor’s greedy eyes took in Bai Lixin’s face. “It’s a pity to just kill you, why don’t you give me your skin, I’m tired of using this skin.”

The Emperor’s voice was sharp and cold, his fingers tenderly stroked Bai Lixin’s delicate perfect cheeks, and he couldn’t help but admire, “I’ve lived for a thousand years, but I’ve never seen such a good-looking face. Don’t worry, I will gently peel off your skin.”

Bai Lixin looked back into the Emperor’s greedy eyes, “Count Aer said that you appear with a different face every time he sees you, is it because you change your skin?”

The Emperor blinked in confusion, “Aer? Who is Count Aer.”

Then he saw the lion coat fur that had fallen not far away, and it dawned on him: “You guys are talking about the poor little kitty. Yes, I often get beauties and I replace my skin with theirs.”