Looking at Sheng Yuye like this, my heart was filled with panic. Did I do something wrong? No...impossible...The vampire princess always only does what she thinks is right.
Ye suddenly felt that he was very tired, maybe it was an illusion due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly and became hazy.
"Because... you are... An Xiaoruo... no matter what you become... I will never hurt you."
Even at the last moment, he had to hold her hand firmly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, but his eyes still did not leave the glass bottle.
There was a loud "kuangdang" sound, and Sheng Yuye staggered backwards like a lost duckweed, and there was no more sound.
"Sheng Yuye?"
I don’t know why my heart hurts so much. Suddenly, the glass bottle that I couldn’t take off from my neck broke into pieces. The pieces fell all over the floor, and the light, white, almost transparent heart-shaped rose petals fell into it.
The pool of blood was stained red.
An Xiaoruo stood there in a daze, and at some point a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. It fell heavily and just hit the red rose petals, like detergent for purifying sewage.
Normally, the white roses that were dyed red quickly shed the layer of blood stained on the surface and became transparent. The transparent rose petals began to dissipate, and the wounds on Ye's body began to heal at a strange speed.
Suddenly, a bright light suddenly appeared, emitting thousands of dazzling beams of light like daylight. An Xiaoruo was instantly enveloped by this bright light.
The entire classroom is like a huge light mask, becoming the most dazzling spectacle in the entire Shengyu Academy and even the entire Shengyu City.
Sanskrit sounds from another world.
Lying on the thousand-year-old ice bed to recover from his injuries, the beautiful silver-haired man in a white robe that surpassed the snow opened his eyes as if he had a feeling: "Purification power?"
"Ahem... I'll tell you some good news and some bad news." Above the ice room, floating in the air, the green and charming man in scarlet clothes flickered faintly.
"Tell me!" In fact, Sheng had clearly sensed what had happened, and just wanted to be sure.
"The good news is that the pure blood that your sister should not have inherited has been purified by the last trace of your father's remaining power. The bad news is that your sister is no longer a princess of the blood race, she is now an ordinary person.
." Fanyin Yichen said it in a relaxed manner. In fact, no matter good news or bad news, it is a good result for Sheng. She does not belong to the other world of Fanyin. She has her own life and should not be tied down by the blood clan.
"That's good..." Sheng sighed, as if he had no worries anymore, and closed his eyes with relief. Now he can heal his wounds properly. Maybe it won't take a hundred years this time, but this wound will be difficult to heal, because he is addicted to it.
The backlash from the Blood Mad Demon is truly terrifying.
Fanyin Yichen's injuries were lighter than Fanyin Ransheng's, so he just stayed in the ice room for a few months without going out to heal his injuries.
The most unjust thing is not this. When I think about staying here for several months, I feel like I will suffocate to death. What has he suffered? These two precious brothers and sisters are here!! (Shengxiao: Actually, I mind if you accompany me.
My one hundred years. I hum: Don’t even think about it!)