She originally wanted to say that the next day robber let him not leave herself, maybe he can help him.
The result is a thousand years later.
She has already returned to the dust, and the soil is returned to the soil.
"Xuehu, won't you leave this time?"
Yang Zimei looked at him with anticipation, "Continue to be with me, okay?"
"Just say good."
Ripple laughed.
The smile is still all over the country, upside down all sentient beings, so that Yang Zimei can forget to breathe.
Of course, in her mind, she couldn't help thinking of his fried forehead, and her heart was painful.
"Snow Lake, I still have some Xuelian you stayed that day, I will give you medicine, okay? Also, I have cultivated the realm of Xuanxue, and vitality can have a direct healing effect. I will help you for treatment.
Head, okay? "
Xuehu smiled, "Silly girl, if these can be treated well, I will do it myself. This is the trace of Thor's strike. Except for him to help me treat me, any other method is useless."
"Are there such thunder gods?"
Yang Zi looked at him and asked.
"Since there is my demon, there is naturally Thor."
Xuehu laughed, "It's just that he exists much higher than me."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei secretly thought about it in his heart. If one day he had the opportunity to meet Thor, he must seize him to let him help Xuehu for treatment.
Of course, she also knows that her thoughts are a bit good.
Even the high -level monsters such as Xuehu can't escape the Thunder God. Why can he catch him?
But in any case, she has to try.
"Xuehu, have you seen death?"
Thinking of the face of death as half as Xuehu, Yang Zimei couldn't help asking.
"Oh, silly girl, if I have seen death, I can still be with you like this? I don't want to see him."
Xuehu smiled, and habitually stretched her hands to touch her soft hair.
Yang Zimei also enjoyed his habit.
His touching, like a cool breeze brushed in the summer, is very comfortable and comfortable, but there is no evil thoughts.
If it was dragon touched her by the sky, her heart would stir ripples, and it would produce some kind of **.
Xuehu is also different from Longtian.
Xuehu looked at her eyes, and she was also clear and pure, without any other **. The two of them got along like a confidant friend.
And Long Zhantian is a very direct love relationship.
"I have seen death."
Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu, "I also thought he was wrong."
"Little girl, you actually want to recognize outsiders wrong, it is my heart that hurts me too much!"
Xuehu's mouth.
"He really looks very similar to you. No, it is his cheek, which is exactly the same as you, but the other side is very ugly, giving people a half angel, half of the devil feel."
Yang Zimei explained.
Xuehu's eyes were dim, "I am also half an angel now, and half of the devil feel. But, my half is on the top of my head."
"You are neither an angel nor the devil, it's a demon, hehe."
Yang Zimei 呲 子.
"It's really half like me?"
Snow lake suddenly remembered something, and looked at Yang Zimei's eyebrows brightly.
Yang Zimei nodded, "Nothing is wrong, I don't believe you ask Xiao Qian, he also sees the god of death, and said that half is similar to you. However, your aura is not like."
Thinking of the powerful aura every time Death appeared, Yang Zimei's eyes were shining, and it became a idiot again.