"Can Feng, let go and do it! I will keep you safe, don't worry about me, just do what you should do." Xiaoyao looked at it seriously and firmly.
"Xiaoyao, you..." Mu Ye Canfeng looked at her in surprise.
Isn't this woman afraid of death?
"Fighting ghosts and gods, you really want it, don't you?" Xiaoyao raised the corners of his mouth softly, with a very gentle tone.
Mu Ye Canfeng has already helped her a lot, saving her life, unlocking the Heaven-defying Dragon Spirit for her, and making her no longer inferior to others.
She really owes it a lot...
"Ren Xiaoyao, aren't you afraid of death?" Mu Ye Canfeng looked at her, his golden eyes getting darker and deeper, and there was an expression in the depths of his eyes that was like a mist covering the sky.
"Who said I'm not afraid of death?" Xiaoyao asked him back, and the smile on his lips began to become unruly and wanton.
"But, it depends on who you die for!" Xiaoyao said softly, her voice was very low. Originally, she was the only one who should be able to hear it, but Mu Ye Canfeng happened to be a dragon and had excellent hearing.
After hearing these words, its heart immediately started beating without any rhythm.
She was willing...to die for it...
How can this feel so great?
Mu Ye Canfeng came close to Xiaoyao's ear, and his tone seemed to be very happy: "Don't worry, if you open the barrier and be careful with the ability of the dragon spirit, you won't be discovered by the undead. And even if you are discovered, you just need to continue to support it.
Just wait for me in the barrier!"
After saying that, Mu Ye Canfeng slowly climbed up to Xiaoyao's wrist, and his eyes slowly fell on the Dougui Shen held in Xiaoyao's hand.
It only had this chance. If it couldn't regain Duguishen and that person found out, both it and Xiaoyao might be in danger.
Ren Xiaoyao, this woman, it doesn’t want anything to happen to her!
Mu Ye Canfeng turned around and looked at Xiaoyao with a very deep look, a gentle expression like sunlight slowly appeared in his eyes.
Turning back, Mu Ye Canfeng closed his eyes. The snake's body instantly shone with silver light. Under Xiaoyao's gaze, Mu Ye Canfeng's body slowly rose into the air.
Silver light surrounded Mu Ye Canfeng's delicate body, and each of the tiny scales seemed to be radiating an indescribable soft silver light.
It is like the stream of light poured out by the moon, revealing a trace of indescribable emptiness and holiness.