Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 1217 Prototypes
The touch of red light in his hand went directly towards the jump.

The whole heart is entwined by the red demon power, and the demon power keeps going to the heart, it seems that the whole heart is absorbing the demon power.

Ling'er looked at the bright red heart without blinking.

The Lingzhu is owned by a demon, but if a weak demon who has been seriously injured still insists on using the Lingzhu to save people, all of this will be as Zijin said.

And she was willing to give everything to give him his life.

The black energy on the heart was gradually replaced by the monster power, but the monster power went to the heart faster, as if it was sucked in uncontrollably, and Yanzhanhuang's whole body was surrounded by the monster power.

Ling'er hunched down slowly, her ears drooped on her head, she moved, but she never stood up again.

The demonic power in her hand was scattered round and round, more and more around Yanzhanhuang, but less and less on Ling'er, the wound she was scratched by herself was bleeding, and the red demonic power could not reflect her face pale.

Ling'er looked down at Yanzhanhuang, wrinkles appeared between her brows, she pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on Yanzhanhuang's body, and also splashed on her own hand holding the Lingzhu, frowning tightly His brow never relaxed again.

It really hurts...

Her body, which was originally supported by the demon power, also became bleeding profusely because the demon power gradually disappeared from her body, and the misplaced bones were still in an awkward shape.

It's just that she watched as the black air on the beating heart became less and less, and slowly returned to its original bright red.

She looked at Yanzhanhuang, she thought, that's all.

The Lingzhu in Ling'er's hand slowly floated up and was close to the heart, as if it was going to drill into the heart.

Ling'er was still trembling slightly with her bright red hand, she could hardly use any strength, and she was almost unable to hold it steadily.

Bright red slipped a little in her hand.

She shook her head to make herself more sober, but her head was getting heavier and heavier, and she was getting more and more out of control.

Ling'er clenched her lower lip, her lip was bleeding from her own bite, and she became a little more chaotic and sober. She only needed a while, and a little longer.

Her eyes were fixed on the mass of bright red. The bright red in her hand had already fallen off a lot. The part that was pinched in her hand was the part that could barely hold her heart. Her hand was still trembling, and her body was uncontrollably tilted backwards. A little bit, the eyelids can't help but droop down.

After a few rounds like this, there are still strands of black air entwined on the bright red, the spirit bead has been swallowed by the heart, and the only thing that can be seen is that the bead is entangled by demonic power.

As the heart slipped a little further in her hands, Ling'er felt that she couldn't wait any longer, and everything in front of her eyes had become completely unclear.

She couldn't breathe, and she could feel the beating of her heart getting heavier and slower in her ears.

Ling'er looked at the trace of free black air, and she squeezed her bright red hand that was still trembling towards Yanzhanhuang's heart.

She was holding his body with her hands, and she couldn't lift any strength, but she still tried her best to press her heart back to its original place.

His body became a little cold, not the coldness she was familiar with.

She leaned back uncontrollably, Yanzhanhuang's face was in her sight.

The last glance was also Yanzhanhuang's face.

That face was deeply engraved in her mind, and in the end, she was going to die.

He still didn't come.

(End of this chapter)