She originally wanted to ask him not to leave her in the next catastrophe, maybe she could help him.
The result is a thousand years later.
She has returned to dust, dust to dust.
"Xuehu, you won't leave again this time, right?"
Yang Zimei looked at him expectantly, "Continue to be with me, okay?"
"Just say yes."
Ripple smiled.
The smile still captivates the whole country, turning all sentient beings upside down and making Yang Zimei forget to breathe.
Of course, she couldn't help but think of his scorched head and forehead, and her heart ached.
"Xuehu, I still have some snow lotus that you left behind that day. Let me make medicine for you, okay? Also, I have cultivated to the Xuanxu realm, and my vitality can have a direct healing effect. I will help you treat it.
Head, okay?"
Xue Hu smiled and said, "Silly girl, if I can cure it by relying on these, I can do it myself. This is the trace of the Thunder God's strike. Except for him to help me treat it personally, any other method is useless."
"Is there really a God of Thunder?"
Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.
"Since there is a demon like me, it is natural that the God of Thunder is also here."
Xue Hu smiled and said, "It's just that his level of existence is much higher than mine."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei secretly thought in his heart that if he had the chance to meet the God of Thunder one day, he must catch him and let him help Xue Hu treat him.
Of course, she also knew that her idea was a bit fanciful.
Even a high-level monster like Xue Hu can't escape the God of Thunder. How can I catch him as a mortal?
But no matter what, she had to try.
"Snow Lake, have you seen the God of Death?"
Thinking of the face of the God of Death that looked the same as Xue Hu, Yang Zimei couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, silly girl, if I had seen the God of Death, would I be able to be with you like this now? I don't want to see him."
Xue Hu smiled, and habitually reached out to touch her soft hair.
Yang Zimei also enjoys this habit of his.
His touch was like a cool breeze blowing in summer, very comfortable and pleasant, but without any evil thoughts.
If Long Zhutian touches her, her heart will ripple and she will have some kind of desire.
Snow Lake is also different from Long Zhutian.
The way Xue Hu looked at her was also clear, pure and doting, without any other desires. The two of them got along like confidants.
As for Long Zhutian, it is a very direct relationship between lovers.
"I've seen Death."
Yang Zimei looked at Xue Hu, "I even mistaken him for you."
"Little girl, you actually want to mistake an outsider for me. It really hurts my heart!"
Xue Hu curled his lips and said.
"He really looks like you. No, one of his cheeks looks exactly like you, but the other side is very ugly, giving people the feeling of half angel and half devil."
Yang Zimei explained.
Xue Hu's eyes darkened, "Now I feel like half an angel and half a devil. It's just that this half of me is on top of my head."
"You are neither an angel nor a devil, you are a demon, hehe."
Yang Zi frowned.
"Really half of them look like me?"
Xuehu suddenly remembered something and looked at Yang Zimei with bright eyes.
Yang Zimei nodded, "It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, just ask Xiao Qian. He also saw the God of Death and said that half of him is very similar to you. However, your auras are not the same."
Thinking of the extremely powerful aura that the God of Death had every time he appeared, Yang Zimei's eyes lit up and he turned into a nympho again.