Jiujiu just raised his eyebrows, and a cold, yet fleshy palm fell on her palm.
The talisman array was disillusioned, and dozens of silver swords dispersed like smoke in the wind and snow.
Ninety-Nine raised his eyes, his face as indifferent as smoke.
Balian had a smile on his face, and when he slowly lowered his eyes and looked at her, there was a hint of concentration:
"I didn't waste so much effort just to save a dying doll lady."
He held Jiujiu's hand with his backhand, turned her palm upward, and pressed it toward her heart.
"Maybe I think you can still struggle a little."
Balian pinched his fingertips a little and said seriously: "You really only need to struggle a little to make yourself jump."
Ninety-Nine's brows furrowed, and a hint of unpleasantness finally appeared on his cold face.
I don’t know if Balian will continue to act cool to please women at this juncture.
Without her help, how could he break through the evil god's boundless desires with his spiritual power almost exhausted?
At this point, the fall of the world is a foregone conclusion.
Although the situation was not as she wished, and the evil god would not be able to be sealed in the cage of her heart, it had at least dragged down all the gods in the sky.
Since then, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan himself has been too busy to take care of himself, so how can he continue to force Fang Geyu, a descendant of Shifang, to continue sealing the evil god.
Although the ending was quite skewed, Fang Geyu was finally able to escape her mother's unfortunate fate.
Jiujiu was not born as a human being, and she did not have the ability to empathize with the joys, sorrows, and despair of life in this world.
Likewise, she also believes that she is not a good person, and that the survival of common people has nothing to do with her.
If she can use it to achieve what she wants, she will not feel any burden or guilt.
Of course, the boy in front of her was no longer of any use to her, and he was not destined to die.
If he didn't continue to commit suicide to provoke her, Jiujiu wouldn't mind using his remaining life to protect him.
Seeing that Balian had no intention of stopping, Jiujiu's eyes turned cold, his thin lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak...
"Thumping..."
Under the palm, there was suddenly a weak vibration that was not very obvious.
Although the reaction sound was extremely weak, the weak beating sound was crisp and clean.
Then, the real warmth became more real and clear, expelling the vain pain in her limbs and body like an ice knife cracking her body.
Jiujiu's whole body seemed to be frozen all of a sudden, and his expression was a little blank.
She raised her eyelids blankly, looked at Balian, and murmured in confusion: "What is this...?"
Balian let go of her hand, but Jiujiu's palm fell with it, still close to his heart.
From passive to active, even closer.
Balian did not answer her question. He looked at her with a smile and said, "You can try to use your soul circuit to fuse that half of the heart."
Jiujiu's mind was a little confused and he couldn't understand what happened.
She was about to say that her soul had long been shattered and annihilated, so how could she trigger the circuit of her own soul?
But before the words could be spoken, Balian's warm voice seemed to contain some kind of magic power.
Although he knew that he could not ignite the soul circuit, his body consciousness still involuntarily followed his words.
The next moment, golden flowing silk runes flowed throughout her body like flowing tributaries, converging towards her heart.
The dark amethyst originally belonging to the witch plague toxin spread out from the mouth of Ninety-nine Hearts, like ice being broken, broken and melted by the countless golden veins.
Soon, Jiujiu's body seemed to be covered with some mysterious golden oil paint, and it seemed like a golden river of light was flowing over every inch of her skin, making her skin shine with a bright brilliance, full of a charming and charming feeling.
A tremendous strength.
This is...the color of the soul.
Ninety-nine's slightly trembling dark eyes were cast with a layer of gold, making them look even more secretive.
She raised her arms and looked at the smooth golden circuits running through her skin, feeling that this was really ridiculous and crazy.
She pursed her lips several times, and then realized that her monster-like calmness was actually extremely difficult to calm down at the moment.
The knuckles pressed against his heart were trembling uncontrollably.
After a long time, she slowly let go of her palms, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled a trembling breath.
When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as clear and cold as fresh snow. Ninety-nine exceptionally bright eyes fell on Bailian, and she asked calmly on the surface but inwardly confused:
"How...how did you do it?"
Balian touched the blood that had not yet dried on his cheeks and said with a smile: "I don't have a hobby of massacre."
This answer seemed to confirm the absurd guess in Jiujiu's heart. She was silent for a moment and looked at Balian with complicated eyes:
"So this was your plan from the beginning? Kill tens of millions of me and slash the sword in your hand countless times.
Let the murderous desire erode my heart and the evil thoughts haunt my soul, just to collect the soul fragments that the evil god has scattered in thousands of my bodies?"
In that world of deep water and thorns, find the real her among thousands of "hers".
Even if the sword kills, the blood will stain the water, the limbs will be scattered, and the blood will flow thousands of miles, in this murderous desire that can devour the human heart.
But he was still able to pick up her soul from such cruel body parts into thousands of dust-like fragments.
Without extreme caution, how could the soul be preserved and integrated so perfectly?
Every sword he wields without hesitation is not a gamble.
But from the very beginning, he knew that among the crowd, he could recognize her with just one look.
It even surpassed the consciousness erasure of the True Ancestor Evil God.
The only connection between them had been completely wiped out by the True Ancestor Evil God before that.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But he still found her like a miracle, collected her soul bit by bit and perfected it, using his pair of flesh and bones that were not yet fully grown.
Protect your hands to every detail.
It turned out that when he dug out the contaminated heart from her body with his own hands, the feeling of fullness and heaviness that poured into her body was not an illusion.
That is the real weight brought about by the soul joining the body.
But at this moment, the heart that gradually began to beat weakly under her palm, close to her skin, was actually full of vitality that was not like that of the dead.
This power is...
Crimson Sakura Flame Tree?!
Therefore, this boy had another adventure when he was on the run from the Immortal Lord's execution order.
The Crimson Cherry Flame Tree is a rare treasure from the Six Realms, and its divine power is comparable to the immortal tree on the sacred mountain north of Kunlun.
Ability to easily die and revive the dead.
If he had not accepted the bloodline of the Corpse Demon King from his general, the body of the Corpse Demon King would never be able to change from the moment the Corpse Pearl was born.
At this moment, his body of the dead may be able to return to life and become a living mortal.
But even so, he couldn't be completely revived and became a living person. The magical power of the Crimson Sakura Flame Tree was still able to temporarily revive his internal organs at a critical period, allowing his practice to be improved unnaturally.
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The various benefits can be explained clearly without words.
Although it was only half of Death Leng's heart, he put all the source core spiritual power of the entire Crimson Cherry Flame Tree into it.
The spiritual power that was originally used to activate the entire body's internal organs was now used to activate this small half of a heart.
The abundant spiritual power and the endless cycle of vitality blended with her soul circuit and gradually merged perfectly. Even the incomplete flesh and blood of the other half of her heart soon spread like a small tree growing branches, forming a complete body.
's lineage.
Fill out the outline of a complete heart.
And the golden soul circuit in her body filled the outline of half of her heart that was entangled like vines, filling it up.
"Thumping!"
"Thumping!"
"Thumping!"
The weak heartbeat gradually became powerful, steady, gentle, and endless.
If one were to cut open her chest at this moment, one would definitely be able to see a complete heart, half made of flesh and blood, half made of red flame golden vines, beating powerfully inside.
This is a heart that has awakened, belongs to a living person, and is also a unique heart belonging to the doll Yinghuo in the world.
Jiujiu raised his head very slowly, and a strange halo slowly lit up in his eyes.
She looked at the pale boy in front of her with an incredible look.
She originally thought that this was a small relationship that saved her.
Little did she know that this meager gift that she secretly treasured was filled with emotions as rich as mountains and lakes.
What was originally just a meaningless gift made Jiujiu feel at a loss and frightened, like a child who got his favorite toy.
But in an instant, I realized that there was a gentle, special and bright firework hidden in this little toy that the doll would never see in his lifetime.
This left her at a loss as to how to react.
The temperature under her heart was like the early spring of eternity ushering in the wilderness, with green grass and buds sprouting all over the mountains and fields, filling her desolate world in an instant.
A vast circle of famous ladies slowly rose from the dead and cold distant mountain horizon. Gorgeous flowers bloomed in the mountains and hills, spreading quickly between the bright moon of the sky and the earth. The greenery came from all directions and filled her heart.
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This strange feeling...
It's like an unexpected person suddenly appears in your life.
He brought the color of life to her and left the beauty of his heart to her forever.
This strange feeling of savage growth completely broke the doll's iron-clad outer shell.
Ninety-nine's reaction was like that of an orphaned calf, a stray bird.
The palms that were originally ready to be loosened seemed to have been frightened and stimulated by some kind of shock, and they cautiously and helplessly held their hearts tighter.
It seems that if this were not the case, the precious, warm and happy feeling would leak out from between the fingers.
The wide fox fur hood that fell over her head could not hide her slightly red eyes and the tip of her nose.
It was like finally getting a treasure that I had longed for for a long time.
After all, before this, all the puppet mechas knew that under their chests, they could only have the cold heart of the hearth.
Rather than a warm heart.
Seeing Jiujiuyi change his cold demeanor, his cautious and bewildered reaction was even more heart-wrenching.
This made Balian couldn't help but have the illusion that if there were other puppets here at this moment, she would probably hold her heart in front of them and show off to them.
Perhaps even Jiujiu herself had never thought that one day, there would be such a person who could tie up the broken self so completely and fill it up so perfectly.
Seeing her seemingly stupid reaction, Balian didn't know whether to feel sad or laugh for a moment.
He had no choice but to tap her forehead lightly with his finger and said, "Okay, that heart has been perfectly integrated with your body and soul circuit.
Even if you don't carry it carefully with your hands, it won't fall out of your body, let alone rot, so you don't need to worry..."
Balian stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand, and said seriously to her heart: "I will only do the act of leaving a wound on you once. It is already yours, and I will not let anyone take her away."
, so you don’t have to be so afraid.”
Balian's tone was extremely firm: "It already belongs to you completely."
Jiujiu's throat moved slightly, feeling the connection of blood under her palms, and the tip of her heart seemed to be gently tugged by Balian's words that belonged to you.
She lowered her head slightly, and at the same time raised her hand to pull down her hood. From Balian's angle, he couldn't see her face, but he just felt that she seemed to be making a sniffing movement.
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It's just that this action was too childish and completely inconsistent with Jiujiu's cold temperament, so that Balian couldn't help but wonder if it was his own illusion.
When Jiujiu raised her head again, she returned to her usual cold-faced beauty.
Although there was still no smile on her face, the edges and corners of her face had softened. Her eyes were as clear as water, like white clouds carelessly emerging from the sky, and she looked at Balian calmly:
"Are you treating me like a child? The body of Yinghuo is difficult to break with the magic weapon. Once this heart has entered the body, it is naturally impossible to accidentally knock it off like a fruit from a tree."
Having said that, Miss Doll, when you say this, could you first let go of the hand that is tightly pressed on your chest?
It's really unconvincing.
Balian suppressed a smile and was about to speak when he saw the puppet lady opposite her reach out and wrap her arm around Balian's neck. She stood on tiptoes and slowly leaned towards her.
"Although it was in a coaxing tone, it was the first time I heard someone say something like this to me. It was quite new. I suddenly felt..."
Being stared at so deeply and earnestly by those cold eyes that were as dark as ink and pointed directly at people's hearts, even Balian couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
I thought Jiujiu suddenly had some serious idea.
Balian braced himself and listened patiently.
Then……
The elegant thin lips in front of her said calmly and without any emotion: "I suddenly feel that you can explore my newly integrated body again."
Fortunately, Miss Doll was able to keep her face straight, looked at Balian steadily, and continued to say seriously:
"The evil god has erased the mark you left in my body. I will be looking for you next time, so you... will leave another mark on me?"
"Suddenly, I really want it."
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