Bei Mo did not press his entire body on Di Ling'er's body.
Even though he knew that Di Ling'er was very strong, he still didn't want to overwork her, so he took one step at a time and walked forward with difficulty with Di Ling'er's support.
…
The sky in the demon world is always covered with a layer of blood-colored moonlight, and there is no distinction between day and night.
Di Ling'er has never come out since she entered Bei Mo's room. If everyone in the demon world hadn't known that Bei Mo was seriously injured, someone would have rushed in immediately to find out what was going on, for fear of what would happen to Di Ling'er.
.
But Di Ling'er only held a soaked face towel and carefully wiped the blood on his body.
"Beimo, in the future... don't do such stupid things again."
Di Ling'er bit her lip tightly, especially when she saw the depth of the man's wound, the pain in her heart became even more intense, and her eyes were filled with distress.
Seeing the girl's expression that she was about to cry again, Bei Mo raised his hand, caressed her beautiful face with his slender fingers, and smiled evilly: "Girl, why are you crying again? Stop crying, these injuries are hurting me.
Words really don’t mean anything.”
"Then what kind of injury is considered painful for you?"
Di Ling'er raised her head and stared at the man with her big watery eyes. Her voice was hoarse and no longer as crisp as before.
Bei Mo fell silent.
What counts as pain?
"I was once weak."
The man's voice made the girl startled, but she did not interrupt him.
"You have never experienced that era thousands of years ago, but you should have heard of it. It was an era where strong people emerged in large numbers and the fittest survived. Our race has always been weak and oppressed. Not only have I experienced the pain of broken bones,
, I was burned by fire, put in a frying pan, and even...a hunter shot me an arrow while hunting, and the arrow passed through the back of my head, and I lived a whole life with this arrow.
Half a year."
"Little girl, look, I have experienced so many years of pain and I have not died. What does this little injury... mean to me?"
Di Ling'er stared blankly at the man with an evil smile in front of her. She couldn't imagine how a person could survive after experiencing so many injuries.
"Girl, you must be wondering why I have been burned by fire, thrown into a frying pan, and penetrated by an arrow in the head, but I am not dead yet?" The man said with a smile, "Because the elders of our clan accidentally obtained
With a secret method, the whole clan sacrificed all their lives, but those sacrificed lives were all in my body, which allowed me to have immortality back then."
"Our clan has always been weak, and our talents are not as good as those of tigers and leopards. That's why they chose me, the most talented person in the clan, and gave me all their lives. It's like I have countless lives."
Listening to the man's calm words, Di Ling'er's heart suddenly twitched.
Even though his words were light-hearted, Di Ling'er could still feel his pain.
It is true that having so many lives can prevent him from dying, but sometimes immortality is more painful than death.
But he could only walk away carrying the pain, because he was shouldering the mission of his tribe...
"Bei Mo," Di Ling'er held Bei Mo's hand tightly with a firm look in her eyes, "I will protect you from now on."
I will protect you and never let you be hurt like this again...