After hearing Zhiyang's answer, Luo Yuan's whole person suddenly brightened up, his originally dim eyes instantly shone, and the shadow on his face disappeared instantly. Looking at Zhiyang in his arms, he didn't know for a moment whether he had appeared.

hallucination.

"Azhi, what you said...is it true?"

Luoyuan asked Zhiyang tentatively, with more uncertain doubts in his words.

"Yes, I promise you."

The corners of Zhiyang's mouth raised slightly, and there was no emotional change in her eyes. The gray-white eyes and the smile on the corners of her mouth seemed to add a little more color to her eyes.

This was almost the first time that Zhiyang truly felt that she was cherished by others. Since her parents left, everyone in the world has been against her. After her rebirth, she finally felt a different warmth from before.

This feeling seems good.

Zhiyang smiled. Although she couldn't see Luoyuan's face, most of the anger in her heart had disappeared.

At the same time, the condition of Yingsu in Jiuchongtian is no different from that of Zhiyang. His whole body is covered with scars, his black robes are stained with blood, and the black and red robes look like evil spirits on Yingsu's body.

Like a gorgeous poppy, swaying with different bloodthirsty beauties.

Dragging her broken body, Ying Su fled back to the Nine Heavens like a rat crossing the street.

According to reports from the heavenly soldiers guarding the Tianmen, in an instant, a black air swept across the Tianmen. The black air was extremely fast. Before the heavenly soldiers along the way could react, the black air had already disappeared without a trace.

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Ying Su, who returned to Jiuchongtian, hid in the back hall in an instant. He was half leaning on the bed, holding on to the bed with one hand, and covering the wounds on his body with the other hand. His face was ferocious, and the hatred in his eyes had already been

It overflowed to the sky, and its legs were stretched weakly on the ground.

From a distance, it looks more like the whole person has no breath and died with hatred.

But how could Ying Su die so easily? After a few breaths, Ying Su gradually started to move, and the black gas clouds and smoke in his hands kept coming out. His legs were different from the previous eight figures. He sat cross-legged and kept adjusting while breathing.

In an instant, his inner breath began to run through his meridians, and black energy surged up. But for some reason, this black energy was not as strong as when he just wanted to face Zhiyang. In other words, Yingsu's black energy was not as strong as when he just wanted to face Zhiyang.

Gradually weaken.

After a stick of incense, the wounds on Ying Su's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally dry wounds were instantly broken open by Ying Su's divine power, and the flesh and blood were forcibly repaired. A mouthful of blood suddenly spat out from his mouth, but the wounds on his body were still being used.

After this method of repairing without breaking or establishing, after a while, the black mist that originally surrounded Ying Su gradually turned into a blood mist, making the whole person even more terrifying in the haze.

"Hmph, they say the blood of the nine-tailed fox can purify evil spirits. I didn't expect the effect to be so outrageous!"

In the blood mist, Ying Su suddenly opened her eyes, and a bloody red light burst out from her eyes. Whether it was affected by the red light, the blood mist gradually dissipated, revealing Ying Su's true face.

"Zhiyang, Zhiyang, you are nothing more than that." Yingsu slowly stood up from the ground, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, but it was replaced by ridicule the next moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of red lips.
Chapter completed!