Chapter 662

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the light of the evocation lamp around Yuqing is flickering, illuminating Yang Zimei's dark white face.

She bit her finger and made her own blood essence to make soul calling mantras, one by one, with a total of 7749 pieces. Each piece embodies her vitality and call.

Yellow talisman, self Immolation without fire in the air, floats out from all directions

About an hour later, approaching the top of Yuqing's head, the evocative lamp suddenly swayed and looked like he wanted to be blown out.

Yang Zimei hastened to maintain it with samadhi fire.

Who knows, a flame puffed at her and burned her fingers.

He quickly put out the fire on his finger with his vigor.

Poof!

The evocation lamp went out in an instant, followed by five more.

Yang Zimei's eyes also darkened with the light. Suddenly, her heart seemed to be stuck by thousands of knives. A mouthful of bloody sputum went up her throat, and she was sitting on the ground pale.

The soul calling skill she used just now consumed all her skills. She just wanted to quickly retrieve her lost soul.

However, the evocation lamp went out.

It means that the soul of the master has no place to be found.

This makes her blood attack heart, vitality.

"Master --"

when Zhen Zi heard the situation inside, she quickly pushed the door and came in.

Lan Ya follows nervously.

"Zi Mei, your hair!"

LANYA saw that the long black hair of Yang Zimei had turned into ice blue, and her face was as white as paper. She was shocked.

Yang Zimei didn't care how her hair changed. She looked at her master's still sleeping face.

"Master --"

she gave a low cry, tears streaming down her face.

"Blood -"

when Lan Ya saw that the tears in her eyes were actually blood red and spread on her pale face, she almost fainted.

Yang Zimei reached out and touched the tears on his cheek. He found it was full of blood. Fang couldn't help asking, "where did I bleed?"

"Master, you shed tears."

Zhen Zi knelt down in front of her, tears also DC, the tears also like two lines of blood, in her original soft cheek flow down, her hair also like Yang Zimei, instantly turned into ice blue.

See the change of Zhenzi.

Yang Zimei picked up her long hair and looked at it. It turned into a strange ice blue, just like the kyanite bracelet on her wrist.

"You --"

Lan Ya's legs are soft with fear, "don't cry, it's all blood. It's terrible."

Yang Zimei bit his teeth and stood up from the ground. He reached out to hold the master's hand, which was still warm. He took out the Millennium ginseng which had been prepared and chewed it into his stomach one by one.

Ginseng brought the heating gradually spread, her cold limbs, let her face a little bit of blood color, shed tears, is no longer bright blood red, but light.

Chaste son's facial expression also follows her a little slow.

"Meow --"

the black cat comes in from the outside, jumps to Yuqing's bed, stares at him, looks at Yang Zimei, and shouts.

"How do you feel, juniko?"

Seeing this change, Yang Zimei is very clear that Zhenzi's breath is closely related to himself.

"I Not bad. "

Zhenzi's voice is a little weak. She gets up from the ground and takes out a handkerchief to wipe the blood and tears from Yang Zimei's cheek

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