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Immortal Lord...

Her voice was like a mosquito's fly, and while she was falling, she landed steadily in Xiao Ziyang's embrace. However, there was a huge bloody hole on his body that was gushing out fresh red blood.

Impossible, this, this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

She wanted to tell herself that everything was fake. Xiao Ziyang was a golden immortal of the Great Luo Empire, how could she, how could she be so weak?

Get out of here!

The man's body was covered in blood. He pushed the woman in his embrace towards the door, turned around, and used his sword to block a wolf's sharp teeth.

It was only then that Zhang Ge realized that there were countless demons gathering around the small Ancestral Hall, and they were all calling out to Xiao Ziyang.

This shrewd wolf was killed by Bai Ze, how did it appear here?

Just as Xiao Ziyang was dodging the wolf essence spirit and the fox demon, a snake monster's long tail swept by and forced him to the corner of the wall!

Suddenly, a sword pierced into Xiao Ziyang's chest from outside the wall.

Moon Incantation... Yue Yong's eyes were wide open as he looked at Yue Yong in disbelief, seeing the tip of Yue Yong's sword pierce into Xiao Ziyang's body through the thick wall.

Xiao Ziyang was powerless to lift his head to look at her. Although her face was stained with blood, he did not seem to be in a sorry state, but the mercy in his eyes was even more obvious.

Gu Changge walked towards him step by step. Her long hair was fluttering in the wind, and her clothes were fluttering.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like stars that had been crushed into pieces. They were reflected in the myriad lights that seemed to have been lit. A thin layer of white light surrounded her body, and her body was thin.

Zhang Ge gently lifted his arm, and used his thumb to wipe away the bloodstain on the corner of Xiao Ziyang's lips. Her red lips curled up slightly, revealing a tranquil smile.

Xiao Ziyang slowly raised her head to look at her, her lips moving yet causing the wounds on his body to bleed.

His aura was weak to the point that it was about to be extinguished. The flowing blood took away the last of the warmth from his body. Finally, he, who no longer had any signs of life, did not move at all.

Lifting her slender hands like she was stroking her most beloved lover, the song slowly fell to her feet, covering her eyes that were always cold and sharp.

If the heavens and earth were heartless, demons and monsters would wreak havoc. Just as the monarch had said, how could the common people be innocent?

The mournful cries of the demons came from inside the ancestral hall. They were all shivering in one place when a golden light suddenly appeared. There were broken limbs and palms of the demons everywhere!

His intestines were all over the ground, and blood gushed into the sky! In an instant, the torch turned into a pile of ashes.

Meng Xuanzi.

Chang Ge's feet left the ground and he stood in the air. He lifted his eyes to look forward, and a gale wind came from who knew where, causing her long hair to flutter even more violently.

Her voice was like a bell ringing in the small ancestral hall. Suddenly, she stretched out her left hand and, with her five fingers like claws, sucked a person into her palm with a bang!

It was Meng Xuanzi. At this moment, he was holding his neck in Longsong's hand. His fingers were like iron hooks as they tightly gripped his neck.

Meng Xuanzi only had one mouth, yet his mouth was twisted and he let out a painful wail. However, because his neck was tightly clenched, he was unable to utter a single word. He could only struggle on his four limbs.

The surrounding scene followed Meng Xuanzi's weak struggle. In the time it took for a spark to fly, the pitch-black ancestral hall turned into a long street.

Gu Changge's eyelashes trembled slightly as a teardrop fell down. After that, her entire body fell onto the ground, as if she had lost all her strength.

Suddenly, she grabbed Meng Xuanzi's neck with both hands and pressed him down to the ground!

The eyes of the person who was tightly grabbing onto his throat were about to crack open as she roared loudly: "You killed Immortal Lord! You killed the Immortal Lord! Give Xiao Ziyang back to me! Return my Immortal Lord to us! Return my Xiao Ziyang to me! Return me, Xiao Ziyang!

She used all her strength to shake the neck of the person beneath her. She forcefully knocked that person's head against the tough limestone floor. The thumping sound was exceptionally terrifying in the dark night.

Give him back to me! Give it back to me! Give it back to me! Her screams echoed like ghosts all over the city, and her heartbreaking despair almost tore her vocal cords.

Beside her, there seemed to be someone shouting her name, but she didn't care. She was screaming in pain, knocking her enemy down to the ground.

Meng Xuanzi had died a long time ago, and the blood that splashed out from his shattered skull had stained Chang Ge's hands and face. She was still crazily screaming, "Give me back my Xiao Ziyang!" Give him back to me! You killed him! You killed him! You killed him! Give Xiao Ziyang back to me! Give it back to me! Give it back to me!

A long song!

Her hand was wrenched away, and she was embraced into a cool embrace.

Such a familiar action, such a familiar temperature, Gu Changge trembled like a sieve. She couldn't wait to see clearly who was hugging her.

She struggled as hard as she could, but when she saw that person's beautiful face under the moonlight, he looked like an immortal who had been exiled from the heavens, she immediately held her breath.

She lowered her head to look at him again. The blood on his white clothes was blurry, and she felt dizzy. She was almost dead from the ecstasy. This was the first time in her life that she felt like she couldn't do as she pleased and laugh.

She pressed her hand to his chest, to the point where the sword had pierced him, and burst into tears. No, no, no! I won't let you die, I won't! I won't let you die!

Long Song...

Xiao Ziyang pressed her into her embrace once again, trying her best to calm her trembling body with one hand, as if she was comforting a child whose parents could not be found.

Her lips opened and closed, yet she sighed in a low voice next to her ear.

The immortal aura was tainted with the scent of the Sunset Peak and the spring snow. He said, Chang Ge, it's okay now, I'm not dead.

Not dead? Not dead?

How can you be covered with blood if you're not dead, and how can you be covered with blood if you're not dead? You lied to me, you big liar! You're a liar!

Looking at her agitated expression, Xiao Ziyang frowned in distress: This is your blood, no, it's Meng Xuanzi's blood.

After carrying Meng Xuanzi for half a day, Chang Ge's body was already covered in Meng Xuanzi's blood. If Xiao Ziyang carried her again, she would inevitably be covered.

The gentle voice was no longer cold and heartless, but was gentle and soothing. After thousands of years of loneliness, he was somewhat unfamiliar with comforting people. After thinking for half a day, he eventually said: "I am not dead."

He's not dead?

She was afraid that if she let go of him, she would be faced with such a terrifying reality. She would rather close her eyes forever like this, and tell him that Xiao Ziyang had not died, and she would hold him tightly in her hands.

However, this kind of harmonious atmosphere was finally broken by a dry cough. After that person coughed once, he said: Immortal Lord, the other senior brothers should rush here now.

Only then did Xiao Ziyang slowly let go, but Gu Changge disagreed and continued to embrace his waist.

The latter had no choice but to hug her tightly with her waist as she summoned her flying sword to tell Mu Hong: "Gather all the disciples back to the inn, Meng Xuanzi's corpse is sealed within the Spirit Demon Bottle."

Yes! Mu Hong replied cleanly and turned around, leaving the room. Carrying Zhang Ge, he flew back to his room at the inn.