Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

After Feng Qing and finished, tears came down.

Yunqing asked him to stretch out his hand. In the palm of his hand was a plain handkerchief. Feng Qinghe took it over. With joy in his eyes, he gently wiped his tears.

A pair of dog men and women!

Xia Qingluo smiled sarcastically and thought of the child. She tried hard to get up, but the next moment she fell to the ground again.

And Feng Qinghe was also soft to fall down.

At this time, although Feng Qinghe took a pill, his face was still very pale. Yunqing frowned and looked at Xia Qingluo who was paralyzed there.

He felt it a little and knew that his life was all right, but Feng Qing and his spiritual power obviously lost a lot, so he stabilized Feng Qing and his body and began to deliver spiritual power to her.

Feng Qing and Xia Qingluo were standing opposite Xia Qingluo. They looked at Xia Qingluo lying on the ground and smiled proudly. They seemed to say, you little demon, still want to rob my senior brother and kill you sooner or later!

Yunqing makes the delivery of spiritual power concentrate.

Xia Qingluo's sour heart cooled down a little.

That once lit a little spark was ruthlessly extinguished by the ruthless reality.

The demon is a demon. If she loses yunqingrang's protection here, her Xia Qingluo will disappear in smoke every minute.

At this time, she wanted to turn the lotus ring to escape from here, but obviously, this is not a good time, and she must complete that task.

Because that's her only way home!

Xia Qingluo bit her teeth and climbed towards the child with all her strength.

The blood on the chest drips down again as it moves.

Left a blood line on the grass.

Yunqing frowns

Put down the hands conveying spiritual power.

With his hands hanging on his side, he looked at the little demon climbing towards the little boy with a little surprised eyes.

It's not far, but it's not close.

Xia Qingluo thinks this is the world of cultivating immortals. Children won't die.

With this belief, she finally climbed in front of the child.

Yunqing let him still stand where he was, with an unpredictable look, and an unknown emotion filled the indifferent fundus of his eyes.

Xia Qingluo touched the big artery of the little boy's neck and put her hand on her chest. The blood there had already solidified.

His heart was very quiet. His heart stopped beating. He was really dead.

The body is cold.

The white gauze, red with blood, rolled down on the grass.

Xia Qingluo's hand was trembling. She stretched out her hand and took the white yarn. Suddenly, she was surprised. No, she pressed the white yarn into a ball in the blood hole just now. Why did she fall on the grass.

Did the child finally struggle?

Thinking of Xia Qingluo holding her hands on the ground, she finally stood up with her greatest strength. Her body seemed to fall to the ground at any time, but she stood tenaciously. She gently opened her mouth, "master, can you save him?"

Yunqing finally opened his mouth, but he shook his head, "No."

"Why?"

"Because he's dead."

"Don't you immortals have a pill to bring death back to life? Give him one and maybe he will live." Xia Qingluo's eyes flashed with hope.

"He can't live after taking pills."

"Why?" Xia Qingluo murmured.

"Because his soul has left his body, he should go to the yellow spring at this time."

Yunqing makes her voice indifferent, as if she is explaining a very simple thing to Xia Qingluo.