Demon Slayer II Reincarnation

A seed sprouted at that moment.

But he had no time to care, his body followed his instincts, the spell power circulated, and cast the soul-killing spell that almost took away Xue Wujian's soul.He didn't have the time to care whether those people in the room were dead or not, so he ran to Xue Wuyin's side in a few steps, and held Xue Wuyin's shoulders firmly: "How are you? Don't faint, how are you?"

The fragrance of the demon blood filled the nostrils.

Meng Xia followed behind, and saw the demon master lying on the ground in the room. He couldn't see Xue Wuyin, but just by looking at the room, he also knew that these people had sneaked into the room just now.

His eyes were sharp, and he saw a person who was about to die. He struggled to take out another spell from his arms, and ran over three steps at a time, stepping on his wrist accurately: "Be quiet, sir! My family!" The young master is here, I will not allow you to make trouble!"

Turning around, his young master seemed to be taking care of Xue Wuyin's injury. He really couldn't help him in this regard, after all, he had to be able to see him if he wanted to help, such as the sprawled dead and dying people on the ground .

Mengxia's hands and feet were sharp, and she slapped the person on the bottom of her feet unconscious. After confirming that all these people were dead, she took out the charm that Mr. Yu always kept with him. It was used by him to carry heavy objects, and it really came in handy now.

He is a child, and he is not afraid of such corpses. When the floating spell is activated, he directs the corpses to float out of the room by themselves, and is going to transport them one by one to the next door to be locked up with Yang Duan. Duan is sure to scare the shit out of me!

This is really comforting.

Mengxia was thinking about ghosts, and the expression on his face was also good. He was carrying four corpses, his face was radiant. If someone who doesn't know it looked at him like this, he might think that he came from somewhere, a ghost, a puppeteer. .

Mr. Yu is not in the mood to care about Mengxia's troubles at the moment.

Xue Wuyin's injuries were on her shoulders and arms, and there were no other injuries on her body, but what was fatal was the curse marks on the Demon Slayer Sword that rushed into her blood following the injuries.

For Xue Wuyin in the past, the curse marks on the Demon Slayer Sword were nothing more than a tickle, but that's not the case now. If these curse marks penetrated into the blood and entangled with the demon energy, sooner or later, Xue Wuyin's soul would be scattered.

Xue Wujian's ice-coloured eyes enlarged, trembling bit by bit, deep in his body felt pain like a thousand cuts, but when Mr. Yu held him in his arms, there was a mantra like the sea of ​​Mr. Yu, Let those pains become blurred, as if a lifetime has passed.

This kind of pain is not inferior to the pain that Mo Yongle stabbed his demon mark with a dagger more than a month ago.

The curse seal that penetrated into the blood was measuring every inch, constantly destroying his primordial spirit, his primordial spirit was already incomplete, if left unattended, he would be completely annihilated after a cup of tea.

No reason, he just knows.

The monster takes mountains and rivers as its spirit, and takes the appearance of the flesh as its form. Under the smoky and charming flesh appearance, the ghost soul is more spiritual than the human soul.The pulse of life follows the natural movement, and no one can know better than himself when the oil is exhausted.

"Don't fall asleep."

There was anxiety and worry in the voice of Mr. Yu who was holding him above: "Xue Wuyin, you can't fall asleep—look at me, don't close your eyes, don't—"

Those dim and out-of-focus eyes closed slowly, no matter how Mr. Yu called him, it was like a thick layer of veil was separated.

As if a long time ago, there was someone who held him in his arms like this.

When?a year ago?two years ago?Or five or six years ago?He can't remember.

The demon soul looks like a human being, and he has practiced for thousands of years. To him, the passage of time is just a meaningless counting of the years.

That person at that time held him in his arms, spoke softly and courteously.

The person at that time was obsessed with his physical appearance, tossing and turning between the beds without sleep.

That person at that time, under that kind of tenderness, was hiding a highly poisonous poison, a honeyed belly sword, and a skinny Yang Qiu. Every tenderness and sweetness was to cover up the dagger-like sharpness hidden under the skin. hate.

How scary, human.

The person that he thought he loved, planned all his plans and pretended to be courteous, but it turned out that it was just to drive the dagger into his chest, slaughter hundreds of people in the Palace of Bliss, abuse his younger brother, and destroy the thousand-year foundation of the Palace of Bliss in the heavenly world.

Resentment meets hatred, love separates, and meeting him once is just a joke of fate.

"Xue Wuji! Don't close your eyes! Do you want to die? Xue Wuji!"

Apart from urgency, there seemed to be something else in Mr. Yu's call, not only he couldn't hear it, but even Mr. Yu himself didn't notice it.

Before life and death, what else can they think about?

In the chaotic mind, in response to the call, a clear thought suddenly came out.

Do not!I don't want to die!

No, you can't just let go and leave like this!

You can't just die here!

His younger brother Xue Wuqing's life and death are uncertain now, and he is afraid that he will be trapped in other more dangerous places and suffer pain that he doesn't know. The person—the one whom he hated deeply as long as he mentioned his name—he would rather die than let him live in peace one day!

Sensing his emotions, his breathing, which was gradually weak, suddenly became hurried. Mr. Yu, who was hugging him close to him, felt his change, his eyes suddenly lit up with hope, and he called in his ear urgently: "You can't die!" … Xue Wuyin, you can’t die—quickly open your eyes—if you die, I’ll let Mo Yongle get away with it.”

No!

The deep-rooted hatred injected the power of regeneration into Xue Wujian's limbs bit by bit.

No!

His hatred, little by little, condensed his gradually fading will.

With pain, with hatred, with sorrow, with anger, he exhausted all the strength that made him feel heartbroken.

Even if it hurts my heart, I am alive.

Even if it hurts my heart, I hate it.

Mr. Yu's voice seemed to exude a slight fragrance, and it also carried anxiety and pain that neither of them could understand.

"...Xue Wujian, wake up quickly, wake up quickly! I can save you, as long as you are willing, I can save you—you know there is another way——"

In Mr. Yu's almost uncontrollable whispers, those eyes that seduce all living beings finally slowly opened, and the throbbing and painful Li Huo flashed in the depths of the eyes, staring at Mr. Yu's eyes tightly.

That Lihuo is so gorgeous and decisive, like the flame of a moth burning itself.

good.There is another way.

There is another way.

No matter what the method is, as long as it can take him away from the death god's mouth, as long as it can give him the power to rule the world again, he will do whatever it takes.

The beautiful lips struggled to open, and let out a weak voice that made people tremble: "Yu... save me—"

"Okay, I'll save you."