C90 (2/2)

Suddenly, she grabbed Meng Xuanzi's neck with both hands and pressed him down to the ground!

The eyes of the person who was tightly grabbing onto his throat were about to crack open as she roared loudly: ”You killed Immortal Lord! You killed the Immortal Lord! Give Xiao Ziyang back to me! Return my Immortal Lord to us! Return my Xiao Ziyang to me! Return me, Xiao Ziyang!

She used all her strength to shake the neck of the person beneath her. She forcefully knocked that person's head against the tough limestone floor. The thumping sound was exceptionally terrifying in the dark night.

Give him back to me! Give it back to me! Give it back to me! Her screams echoed like ghosts all over the city, and her heartbreaking despair almost tore her vocal cords.

Beside her, there seemed to be someone shouting her name, but she didn't care. She was screaming in pain, knocking her enemy down to the ground.

Meng Xuanzi had died a long time ago, and the blood that splashed out from his shattered skull had stained Chang Ge's hands and face. She was still crazily screaming, ”Give me back my Xiao Ziyang!” Give him back to me! You killed him! You killed him! You killed him! Give Xiao Ziyang back to me! Give it back to me! Give it back to me!

A long song!

Her hand was wrenched away, and she was embraced into a cool embrace.

Such a familiar action, such a familiar temperature, Gu Changge trembled like a sieve. She couldn't wait to see clearly who was hugging her.

She struggled as hard as she could, but when she saw that person's beautiful face under the moonlight, he looked like an immortal who had been exiled from the heavens, she immediately held her breath.

She lowered her head to look at him again. The blood on his white clothes was blurry, and she felt dizzy. She was almost dead from the ecstasy. This was the first time in her life that she felt like she couldn't do as she pleased and laugh.

She pressed her hand to his chest, to the point where the sword had pierced him, and burst into tears. No, no, no! I won't let you die, I won't! I won't let you die!

Long Song...

Xiao Ziyang pressed her into her embrace once again, trying her best to calm her trembling body with one hand, as if she was comforting a child whose parents could not be found.

Her lips opened and closed, yet she sighed in a low voice next to her ear.

The immortal aura was tainted with the scent of the Sunset Peak and the spring snow. He said, Chang Ge, it's okay now, I'm not dead.

Not dead? Not dead?

How can you be covered with blood if you're not dead, and how can you be covered with blood if you're not dead? You lied to me, you big liar! You're a liar!

Looking at her agitated expression, Xiao Ziyang frowned in distress: This is your blood, no, it's Meng Xuanzi's blood.

After carrying Meng Xuanzi for half a day, Chang Ge's body was already covered in Meng Xuanzi's blood. If Xiao Ziyang carried her again, she would inevitably be covered.

The gentle voice was no longer cold and heartless, but was gentle and soothing. After thousands of years of loneliness, he was somewhat unfamiliar with comforting people. After thinking for half a day, he eventually said: ”I am not dead.”

He's not dead?

She was afraid that if she let go of him, she would be faced with such a terrifying reality. She would rather close her eyes forever like this, and tell him that Xiao Ziyang had not died, and she would hold him tightly in her hands.

However, this kind of harmonious atmosphere was finally broken by a dry cough. After that person coughed once, he said: Immortal Lord, the other senior brothers should rush here now.

Only then did Xiao Ziyang slowly let go, but Gu Changge disagreed and continued to embrace his waist.

The latter had no choice but to hug her tightly with her waist as she summoned her flying sword to tell Mu Hong: ”Gather all the disciples back to the inn, Meng Xuanzi's corpse is sealed within the Spirit Demon Bottle.”

Yes! Mu Hong replied cleanly and turned around, leaving the room. Carrying Zhang Ge, he flew back to his room at the inn.