Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Although the breath on the girl was very chaotic, there was no breath of death.

She's not dead.

Her soul is still there, and it seems that her three souls and seven souls are still very powerful. With the help of fluorescence, she even suppressed Hou Qing's life and soul.

Lock the soul in the corner of consciousness with light and shadow.

This girl is obviously a mortal. Why is she so powerful?

Before Xia Qingluo asks yunqingrang what's going on.

The girl stopped rolling, released her hand and gasped heavily.

Obviously, it's hard to toss.

Xia Qingluo hit a aura in her heart and made her breathing gradually become stable.

Then the girl felt something was wrong around and slowly raised her head.

"Yuan Zifan?"

"Xia Qingluo?"

At the same time, Hou Qing and Yun Qing looked at each other.

The former is unknown.

The latter looked calm.

Xia Qingluo couldn't care any more. She ran to yuan Zifan on the snow and asked, "are you yuan Zifan from Dudu's neighbor?"

"It's me, Xia Qingluo. Why are you here?"

"Don't ask, don't move. How do you feel and what's wrong?" Xia Qingluo asked anxiously.

Although Hou Qing's life soul was on her, yuan Zifan's body was also hurt.

Yuan Zifan exhaled, moved his hands and feet, and stood up from the snow with the help of Xia Qingluo.

She turned her neck and took another deep breath.

Turning to look at Xia Qingluo, she said with some uneasiness, "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anywhere, but I'm not dreaming. Is this an illusion?"

Xia Qingluo reached out and grabbed her arm. Although she was wearing a down jacket, Xia Qingluo also used her strength.

"It hurts..." yuan Zifan grabbed Xia Qingluo's hand and wouldn't let her pinch it.

Just know it hurts.

Xia Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand.

"Xia Qingluo, why are you pinching so hard? It hurts me." yuan Zifan complained.

"It doesn't hurt. Can you believe it's not a dream?" Xia Qingluo said naturally.

Yuan Zifan, "..."

Then a slight cough broke up, interrupting the nonsense conversation between the two people.

Hou Qing came to yuan Zifan and looked at yuan Zifan carefully. "Give me my soul."

The life soul entered the living man's body and was suppressed. Hou Qing was a little square.

This is the first time I have encountered such a situation.

In those days, Junya and Yousheng both became carriers in the case of death.

Now the carrier is alive and kicking. It's like the person who picks up something always wants others to give it to you before it can be returned to its original owner.

"What soul?" yuan Zifan looked at the man in front of him, who had been cold eyed for a long time.

"The white light that just fell into your eyebrows." Hou Qing said patiently.

Yuan Zifan stood next to Xia Qingluo. She was originally from a mysterious family. When she reacted, she also understood what the man said.

But she was not taken away.

Is his soul too powerful to suppress the man's life?

No wonder grandpa said that his life was untimely. If he had been born a thousand years earlier, he would definitely become the pride of the yuan family.

I can't say I can become an immortal.

While complacent, yuan Zifan frowned again and felt a little uncomfortable. There was an outsider in his body. How do you think and respond to people.