Ji Xiushan's eyes were unwilling and doubtful.

It is grievance and grief.

His eyes were wide open.

There was tears in his eyes.

Yan Song quickly avoided his eyes.

At this moment, though uncomfortable, she was relaxed.

She finally did it.

She actually did it.

Qing Xin's curse is based on Ji Xiu's love for her. Without his love, this curse would not succeed.

She did not expect that one day she would be able to put a cleansing spell on the body of the Devouring Beast.

It's almost like a slave turned over.

She wanted to laugh a few times, and her chest hurt so much that she couldn't laugh.

Shi Yan, who jumped into the window, stared in disbelief at the song that wiped the man on the bed from his neck.

He expected many pictures in this room.

But never thought it would be this kind of sight.

The next moment seemed to react, rushing over quickly, holding the trembling song in his arms.

"I take you away."

He didn't ask why Yange did it.

But he knew that when Ji Xiushan died, Ji's family would never give up, he had to take her out of this place immediately.

But as soon as she was pulling her away, she bowed her head and saw the big blood on her chest.

"Shi Yan, I can't walk." She held down his hand that he wanted to press on the wound on her chest: "Hurry up, OK, don't stay here."

She tried to smile, but her smile was extremely pale, Shi said with lips pursed, and gauze was placed in the table basket. He took the gauze and tried to bandage her wounds.

"Don't talk." His voice was shaking, as if begging: "Don't talk, you dare to try it!"

Yange heard the words and laughed.

"Shi Yan, I'm not Jiang Xiaofeng, I'm a demon, I feed on the heart of the person who loves me, and he loves me enough so he will become my goal."

"I won't die, this body is ruined, there will be other bodies for me to drive."

She raised her hand and grabbed the back of his hand: "You're fine in bed, I'm satisfied, but I feed on my heart, you don't love me enough to be my food, how sorry!"

Her last words were obscure.

Her hands dropped slowly, and her body fell completely into his arms.

She regarded him as a plate of food that could not even be served on the table?

She never considered him a man, a lover?

how is this possible?

He hugged her, and for a long time shouted, "Shit!"

He reached out, squeezed her chin, and raised her head, but her eyes closed, no matter how he shook, she didn't open her eyes.

His anger turned into grief again: "You open your eyes, you open your eyes to make it clear, what do you mean!"

...

She didn't open her eyes.

He carried her off the windowsill and carried her through the cannon fodder of Shanghai.

She didn't open her eyes again.

died.

He eventually buried her in the rubble.

She said she was not Jiang Xiaofeng.

She said he didn't even qualify for her snack.

She said she feeds on her lover's heart.

She said she would start over with a different skin.

He didn't believe it at all.

This kind of words is almost like heaven and earth.

He wouldn't believe it.

But I still believe it.

He fought the Quartet, as she said.

Be a hero like she said.

A hero who will not die on the battlefield.

He thought that if she did change her skin, he would definitely recognize her.

At that time, he was going to question her around her neck.

But ask her what he didn't think about.

She also did not give him the opportunity to question, until he died, he could not see her again.