Chapter 711 (1/2)

Nangong Yin closes the door and turns to the bed. The candle light in the room is always bright. The warm golden candle light sprinkles on her quiet face. It is as delicate and beautiful as ever, but it is pale and heartbreaking.

He brought her back last night. Her pulse was weak and would be broken at any time. He didn't dare to delay. He spent the whole night transmitting aura to her. He managed to pull her back from the ghost gate. However, he found a surprise. The aura he had given her was reduced to nothing in her body.

All night, but for the time being she was saved.

Nangong Yin's whole heart was in disorder at that time. He had no aura. He could only find a way to quickly restore the aura so as to supply her with a steady stream.

There was no hesitation.

Nangong Yin helped the people on the bed to sit up. Her eyes were closed and her long feathered eyelashes were like two elegant fans. He suddenly had a kind of expectation. When could they vibrate slightly?

Nangong Yin's black eyes are gradually lost. Only when she is weak and closes her eyes can he hold her in his arms like this. Her fangs and sharp teeth will not say those angry words to him.

But even so, he didn't want her to be like this forever. He wanted to see her alive.

Nangong Yin pastes the palm of his hand on her back, and a steady stream of aura is delivered into her body. He does not dare to be too quick or too slow. It is not until midnight that he takes back his palm.

Fortunately, behind him was the back of the bed. He leaned slightly and leaned against the back of the bed. She was unconscious and tilted in his arms.

Soft fragrance into the bosom.

Nangong Yin's heart is palpitating, slightly gasping for breath. Looking at the pale face in his arms, he recovers a little blood color, and his black eyes squint.

”For you, I've exhausted my spiritual power. When you wake up, I won't appreciate me, and I'll walk away without any nostalgia. Should I charge a little interest now to repay myself?”

Nangong Yin murmured, looking at her eyes flashed a glimmer.

He slowly bent down, white thin lips, closer and closer to her small face, his breathing stopped, for fear that his breath heavy, will hurt the fragile man who only recovered a little vitality in his arms.

Thin lips fall, a sense of satisfaction never before.