Chapter 898

The hand holding the lacquer nigger sickle was as white as snow, without a trace of popularity or dead breath. It was like a work of art carved from cold jade, clean and pure, as if nothing could be stained with it.

However, such a person who is not contaminated with dust is on the top of the ghosts, surrounded by them, and marching towards the other side step by step.

Leisurely pace, as if lotus reincarnation at his feet bloom, Yang up people's long-distance running, showing a wisp of jade like pink.

Easy to leave the pupil of his eyes tight, because he saw the emerald green hair under the black cloak.

Is it her?

The witch is not dead!

This man, saved the witch?!

"Who are you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Yi Li's eyes shrank, and the visitor waved his black sickle against his throat. Yi Li found that his feet had been tightly held by the white claws of the evil ghost.

"Hoo ho ho ho..."

The devil with a cracked dog's tooth licked his ankle gently, as if he could crush it at any time.

Under the eyes of a young man, his cloak is burning.

Black hair, black eyes, black hair and white lips, the icy and ethereal temperament makes Yi Li suddenly stand in place.

"Is it you?" Douhunzong Ling Han?!

No, he's not Ling Han!

This guy, no one's angry!

He Clearly not human!

The young man raised his eyes, and his long feathered eyelashes covered his deep, unmarried mood.

He tightly hugged Lu jiuque's hand, let her head rest in his arms, still not generous shoulder, but can steadily protect her from a trace of waves.

So careful, as if she was the treasure of his life.

"Are you a man or a ghost?"

No!

This breath is neither human nor ghost, nor death nor life, nor existence nor extinction

What's going on?

The boy can't bear to frown. The wind blows under his feet and his hoarse voice echoes.

"She's not the one you can move."

In a word, it will break the sky.

Intense pain came from his easy to leave abdomen. His eyes were wide and he looked down suddenly.

There are emerald thorns emerging from the rotten water, piercing his abdomen, crushing and absorbing the everted flesh and blood, and raising him high in the piercing night wind, like the waving banner of a winner.

How could that be possible!

The life and death of the witch is unknown. Why is the wild vine unaffected?

Is

The master of the wild vine is not the witch?

"Poo Hoo..."

Easy centrifugal soul all tremble, spit out a mouthful of blood donation from the corner of the mouth, body inch inch withered down, but a pair of eyes are dead locked in the youth.

Compared with the wild vine, what shocked him more was that he was not human, not ghost, not death, not life, not existence but not destruction.

At the moment when Yi Li's breath dissipates, the boy uses the ghost sickle to hook up a scarlet ghost ghost ghost, and he nails the scarlet ghost soul on the top of the sickle. He puts back the ghost sickle, holds the ghost sickle in the palm of his hand, opens his mouth and swallows it down.

"Creak -"

the strong brand was bitten by him, and the strength of the strong man's leaving soul turned into warm current and flowed into his body.

The young man drooped his eyes, and there was warmth in his dim eyes. He gazed at the comatose Lu jiuque, sighed slightly, bent down to hold her jaw, let her mouth open slightly, and fed the spirit of separation into her mouth.

"Well..."

The weak chant fell into the young man's ears like the sounds of nature, and the terrible blood hole in her body gradually healed with the speed visible to the naked eye.

The young man's cold and pale hand gently rubbed her lips, drooping her eyes and whispering softly: "jiu'er, you will be ok..."

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