1397. Chapter 1397 If you don't leave me, you won't abandon me 5
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Under her tears, the ice beads condensed on Xuehu's body actually began to melt. The cold feeling gradually subsided, and the fur on her body returned to its normal appearance.
Yang Zimei reached out and touched Xue Hu's head that was scorched by thunder.
How wonderful it would be if my own tears could restore his head to its original appearance.
However, the tears shed just now were only useful against the coldness, not the burnt blackness.
Maybe it's because the coldness on his body has lifted.
Xue Hu's face showed a slightly soothing look, curled up in Yang Zimei's arms, like all pets, making people feel cute and well-behaved.
She tested its pulse and breathing, and it felt much calmer.
"Is the little fox okay?"
Long Zhutian reached out and hugged her over, "Were you crying just now for him or for me?"
"Both."
Yang Zimei did not hide it, "Although you and Xue Hu are two completely different people to me, they are both the most important to me."
"Okay, from now on, wherever we go, we will take this little fox with us."
Long Zhutian's eyes fell on Xue Hu's head, "This one?"
"Heavenly calamity, struck by the God of Thunder."
Yang Zi hugged Xue Hu tightly with pained eyebrows.
"Brother Zhutian, let me take a closer look at your chest."
Xiao Qian said from the side, "Let's see what kind of magic it is."
"This is not a black magic, it is the black magic of the vampire family."
Long Zhutian reached out and touched it, "Don't worry, you won't let me die, it's just..."
Seeing Yang Zimei's worried eyes, he stopped and didn't say any more.
"Just what?"
Yang Zimei became even more anxious.
"It will just be within the control of the caster."
Long Zhutian smiled, "This is the price the Holy Father paid for betraying me."
"Was it from your Holy Father?"
Yang Zimei's pupils shrank, and she unconsciously showed a hint of irritation. This irritation made Xiao Qian, who was used to her, shudder unconsciously and looked at Yang Zimei with some fright.
"Um."
Long Zhutian also noticed the unusual aura on her body, and hugged her waist tightly, "I don't blame him, and you don't blame him either. From now on, we two can live a good life, and don't let anyone influence us.
We are together."
"I blame it!"
Yang Zi looked at him with pained eyebrows and said, "He cast this black magic on you and cut off your hand. Can we be together without being affected?"
"I cut off my hand myself. He saved my life in the first place, so I gave him an arm, which is considered an advantage. As for the black magic, as long as I find him every other year in the future, I will be fine.
Already."
Long Zhutian said to her guiltily, "Only in this way can I save those tens of thousands of brothers from being destroyed, but I made you worry. I'm sorry."
"I'm fine, I'm just worried that you will be in pain."
Yang Zimei rested her head on his shoulder, but her mind was constantly thinking about how to remove the black magic from him.
It doesn't matter if you break an arm.
She really didn't want him to be manipulated and controlled using magic.
I only understand Eastern metaphysics, which is completely incompatible with Western magic, and the auras are also mutually exclusive.
How to break it?
"Sister, didn't you buy a black rose star at an auction before?"
Xiaoqian suddenly asked.
An idea flashed in Yang Zimei's mind, and he hurriedly took out the black rose star hidden in the corner of the storage ring.
Seeing this black rose, Long Zhutian's narrow eyes flashed with light...