Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

But the hand that had just put down the sword did not have the courage to grab the corner of Yuebai's clothes. They were separated by many talismans and formations, but the people were inside the formations and talismans, while the monster was outside.

As Yuebai said, she was indeed not a qualified master, but she was the one who gave Yi Luo shelter, and was his place to stay and his home.

Seeing that Yi Li was slow to respond, Yue Bai urged, "Can you do it?"

Yi Li nodded and looked at the snow-white skirt edge approaching him. Finally, it stopped when there was only one foot left. He looked up inch by inch. Under the influence of the dragon ball on Yuebai's head, some scales began to appear on her face, and she was gradually turning into a demon.

But this did not diminish her beauty. If the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg was out of reach before, it was because she was holy and originally high and mighty.

But now she is like an unknown beauty in a deep cold pond, dangerous, mysterious and captivating, making people willing to die for her.

Yi Lu didn't dare to look at Yue Bai like this before, because he didn't want to offend the master-disciple relationship. Later, knowing the consequences, he was afraid that he would not be able to let go if he looked at her one more time. But now, in this situation, he just wanted to engrave Yue Bai's appearance deeply in his heart, even if this was to be the last time he saw her.

Just thinking about it makes him feel heartbroken, but he no longer has a heart. There is a strange fire in his heart. It's strange why he still feels pain when he has no heart.

"Master, I promise you." As soon as Yi Li finished speaking, Yue Bai turned around and walked into the innermost layer of the formation. As soon as she walked in, the dragon balls inside became brighter, and the cinnabar formation drawn on the ground and the talisman paper on the wall looked even more weird.

When Yuebai turned around, Jidi's black hair was blown by the wind and floated up along with the plain hairband. The hairband carried a few strands of black hair very close to Yi Lian, and Yi Lian could touch them as long as he raised his hand.

But Yi Li still knelt there without moving, but his eyes never left Yue Bai for a moment. He stretched out his hand and then slowly put it down, never touching the bright moon in his heart.

There are some feelings that cannot be achieved, and even the hand that touches it has to hesitate again and again. Many times in the future, when Yi Lu thought about it, he would feel that love might be the hand that wants to touch but withdraws it in time.

"Go ahead. If I lose my mind after becoming a demon, and if the master and his brothers don't have the heart to kill me... Yi Lu, you must remember that you have to do it yourself and kill me." Yue Bai's last words were spoken in a very soft voice, but they still floated into Yi Lu's ears.

Yi Li looked up in disbelief, and suddenly looked at Yue Bai, meeting a pair of fresh and cold eyes. They were no longer the usual dark-colored ones with a hint of arrogance. The pupils of the eyes gradually turned golden, the vertical pupils of animals. The look they gave him was filled with the indifference and murderous intent of a dragon.

Yi Li collected his thoughts, bowed and left. When he went out, the bright sunshine shone on Yi Li, but he could not feel a trace of warmth. He only felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart and spreading throughout his body.

The white tiger held the letter in its mouth, looked at Yi Lian coming out, wagged its tail, and prepared to close its eyes and continue taking a nap.

"Senior, I don't ask where you come from, but can you help the master, or do you have any way to return the cultivation to the master, even if I will become a useless person." Yi Lu asked, as if the man with advantages and disadvantages had grasped the last straw.