Mu Ye Canfeng looked at Xiaoyao who seemed to be out of breath. His golden eyes seemed to be filled with a dark breath that could not be told, and slowly crawled to Xiaoyao's ears. His voice was like the rain after a summer rain,
With the filthy purity of baptismal time.
"Ren Xiaoyao, remember your own words. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Do you choose to be a goshawk flying in the sky or a sparrow dying? Also, you are not alone. I am by your side, sharing life and death.
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Mu Ye Canfeng didn't know whether Xiaoyao could hear what he said, but it just said it subconsciously.
Moreover, their lives are connected and their souls are connected. If Xiaoyao dies, it will die too!
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Surrounded by darkness, Xiaoyao's heart seemed to be polluted, covered with a shallow layer of darkness. Her eyes gradually became dim and dull, losing their inherent aura.
The surrounding darkness approached her crazily, seeming to want to trap her inside forever.
"Xiaoyao, go to sleep..." The man's low and bewitching voice sounded, as if a poppy bush was blooming at the same time, and the bewitching atmosphere completely filled the air around Xiaoyao.
Xiaoyao's eyes became dark, and he couldn't see anything for an instant.
The man's bewitching and deep voice kept floating in her ears, and one after another fell into Xiaoyao's heart, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"Ren Xiaoyao..." A very familiar sound suddenly came from his ears. Xiaoyao's eyes moved slightly, but they did not change.
"Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Do you choose to be a goshawk soaring in the sky or a sparrow dying?" The voice continued, and her eyes suddenly no longer closed, but slowly opened.
"You are not alone, I am by your side, we share life and death!" Mu Ye Canfeng's voice gently fell into her heart, and her stopped heartbeat began to beat slowly.
Xiaoyao slowly put her hand on her chest, and she felt that her heart seemed to be filled with something warm.
The confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a clear and unsullied feeling like a summer sky after a heavy rain.
Muye Canfeng...
The corner of Xiaoyao's mouth suddenly curled up into a slight smile, his eyes instantly shone like mountain water, and the object in front of him slowly revealed its prototype.