Chapter 1157: Snow Lake (2)

She also wanted to say that the next day he would not let him leave himself, maybe he could help him.
The result is a thousand years later.
She's all gone to dust, to earth.
"Xuehu, won't you leave again this time?"
Yang Zimei looked at him with anticipation, "Continue to be with me, okay?"
"Just say yes."
Ripples smiled.
The smile is still all over the country, upside down sentient beings, making Yang Zimei look forgetful to breathe.
Of course, she couldn't help but think of his scorched forehead, and her heart hurt.
"Snow Lake, I still have some snow lotuses that you left that day. I will give you remedies, okay? Also, I have cultivated to the mysterious realm. The vitality can have a direct healing effect, and I will help you treat Head, okay? "
Xuehu smiled, "Stupid girl, if you can cure it with these, I will do it myself. This is the trace of the thunderstrike. Except for him to help me treat it in any way, it is useless."
"Is there really a Thor?"
Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.
"Since I am the demon, there is naturally a thunder god."
Xuehu laughed, "It's just that he exists at a much higher level than me."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei thought secretly in his heart. If he had a chance to meet Thor, one day he must catch him and let him help Xuehu treat him.
Of course, she also knew that her idea was a little bit wild.
Even a high-level demon such as Xuehu cannot escape Thor, why is he a mortal who can catch him?
But no matter what, she will try.
"Xuehu, have you seen death?"
Thinking of the half of Death's face like Xuehu, Yang Zimei couldn't help asking.
"Oh, silly girl, if I've seen death, can I still be with you like this? I don't want to see him."
Xuehu laughed, and habitually reached out and stroked her soft hair.
Yang Zimei also enjoyed his habit.
His touch was like a cool breeze blowing in the summer, very comfortable and comfortable, but without any evil thoughts.
If the dragon touches her day by day, her heart will stir up ripples and produce some kind of desire.
Snow lake is also different from dragon day by day.
Xue Hu's eyes were clear and pure, and she had no other desires. The two got along like friends.
Long Zhutian is a very direct lover relationship.
"I've seen death."
Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu, "and mistaken him for you."
"Little girl, you actually want to admit that someone is wrong with me, it's really hurting me!"
Xuehu said with a wry hand.
"He looks really like you. No, it is his cheek that looks exactly like you, but the other side is very ugly, giving a half-angel and half-devil feeling."
Yang Zimei explained.
Xuehu's eyes dimmed. "I'm feeling half an angel and half a devil now. But my half is above my head."
"You are neither an angel nor a devil, you are a demon, hehe."
Yang Zi frowned.
"Really half like me?"
Xuehu seemed to think of something suddenly, and looked at Yang Zimei with bright eyes.
Yang Zi nodded, "There is absolutely nothing wrong. If you do n’t believe you asked Xiaoqian, he also saw death, and said that half is very similar to you. However, your aura is not.
Thinking of the powerful aura of death every time the of death appeared, Yang Zimei's eyes lighted up and became a idiot again.