Chapter 842: I beg you to save him

"Xue Yilan--" she called, and walked slowly.
Lying there I didn't know it was Xue Yilan. His red shirt was completely stained with blood, and even his eyelashes were covered with blood. His lips and face were pale as paper. He broke into powder.
"Lan Shan, Lan Shan, Xue Yilan, Xue Yilan ..." Xue Yi Mo rushed to him, holding his hand tightly: "You wake me up! Wake up!"
She opened her eyes wide and stared at him.
Except for his soft body, he hadn't moved much, not even breathing.
Outside Ning Xuemo looked at him quietly, suddenly there was a feeling of tears!
She had also lost her closest companion, who was her partner, and did not know how many times she had died together.
That person also loved her, but he still didn't feel to him and couldn't respond to him emotionally. Ning Xuemo had deliberately left him alone.
Later, in a mission, the man blocked her shot to protect Ning Xuemo and died in her arms ...
Ning Xuemo remembered the taste till now, it was a kind of heartbreaking pain.
She remembered holding her gradually cold body at that time and never wanting to give up, and even risked her life to carry his body back ...
That Xueyi Mo's feelings about Xue Yilan seemed to be more complicated. She also seemed to like Xue Yilan, but for some special reason she did not dare to like it ...
He was the only person she believed in the demon world, the only person who was so good to her for free, and now he was suddenly killed. How could Xueyi Mo not be sad?
Xueyi Mo shook her hand, called him over and over again, and cleaned his blood stains again and again.
She never cried, but Ning Xuemo felt a deep sorrow, and she felt as if there was a blunt knife cutting slowly there ...
"A Mo, are you sad?" The misty voice of a man and a woman rang again, still left and right, making people confused.
Xueyi Mo suddenly looked up and suddenly fell to his knees: "Master Demon, please save him ..."
"A Mo, do you like him?" The voice seemed cold and hot.
Xueyi Mo's fingers were in his sleeves: "No, A Mo doesn't!"
"Stupid boy, you have reached the age when you can marry someone. If you really like him, you can marry him ..." The voice followed the temptation.
"No! I don't like him, I don't want to marry him!" Xueyi Mo suddenly sounded sharp, lest the demon ancestors would really match her, he repeatedly denied.
"Since you don't like him, why are you so sad now?"
"Master Mozu, he is my dark guard, who has followed me for three hundred years. He has always taken good care of me and worked very well. A Mo has him by his side, and there is a lot less annoying things, A Mo Just want him to be a dark guard ... nothing else. "
"A Mo, you can have a lot if you want the dark guard. Since he is dead, you can have other better things."
"It's only him who can play Xuan Boqin!" Xue Yi Mo retorted and scratched his head again: "Master Mozu, please save him. With him around, Yi Mo has a lot of peace of mind. He really is A very good person, please, please ... "Her voice sounded calm, but there was a trembling on listening.